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Janet slipped into the dress she had worn the day before. She would put on clean cloths later. She didn’t bother with panties, as her pussy was very wet, and she liked the feel of the air hitting it. She didn’t bother putting on a bra as she seldom ever wore one.

John donned his usual pants and bottom up shirt, and they proceeded to go downstairs. As the only part of the estate that they had seen the night before was the dinning room, they headed there first.

Not finding anyone there, they decided to explore a little. Janet spotted a pair of French doors off to the side, and decided to investigate. Passing through them she found a very well kept garden.

As Janet was checking out the garden, John went in search of the butler. Entering what turned out to be the kitchen, John found the butler with little trouble. But to John’s surprise, he wasn’t doing the dishes or polishing the silver as John might have expected.

John quietly slipped back out of the room, and called to Janet to join him. Janet was enjoying the garden, but he sounded so urgent, that she went to see what he wanted.

“I found the kitchen, and the butler.” He stated.

“You called me in here just to tell me that?” Janet raved.

“NO.” John stated taking her hand. Then he guided her towards the kitchen door.

“I called you here to see this.” He stated as he gently pushed the door open.

The site in front of her caught Janet by surprise. The Maid was lying on the table, her dress pulled up around her waste, and her legs spread wide. The Cook was bent over the table, with her face buried between the maid’s legs. And the way the maid was squirming around, there was no question as to what the cook was doing.

The butler was enjoying himself as well. He was standing behind the cook, had her skirt bunched up on her back, and was slamming his rather ample cock into her waiting pussy. The cook must have been enjoying it to as she was moaning loudly into the maid’s pussy.

Apparently the maid couldn’t take anymore. All of the sudden, she stopped squirming. Then her whole body started shake. She was screaming something in French, but Janet had no idea what she was saying.

The butler must have reached his climax at the same time as he, buried his cock into the cook as far as could, and let out a low moan.

As the butler started filling her pussy with his cum, the cook pulled her mouth off of the maid’s pussy, screaming “YES, Yes!” at the top of her longs.

Janet couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Sure, she and John had watched a few porno videos, but this was the first time that she had actually seen this kind of action in person. Her pussy became instantly wet and she could feel her juices running down the inside of her leg. She had never gotten so hot so fast.

Reaching between her legs, she pressed her skirt against her soaking pussy, as if trying to stop the flow. But there was no stopping to it. Her pussy was so hot; it felt like it was trying to pull her fingers inside.

Grabbing hold of her skirt, she started pulling it up, exposing her pussy for all to see. As soon as she had her skirt up around her waste, she spread her legs slightly and slammed two fingers into her waiting love hole.

As John watched Janet’s reaction to the scene in front of her, he decided to get in on the action. Unzipping his pants he quickly reached in and pulled his swelling cock out into view.

Grabbing Janet, he roughly pushed her against the wall. Then he grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her off of the floor. Lowering her slightly, he tried to burry his cock into her waiting pussy, but her fingers were in the way.

“Move your fingers.” He yelled. “I got something better.” Then he tried to insert his cock again.

At first Janet couldn’t understand why John wanted her to move her fingers. They felt so good in her pussy; she didn’t want to take them out. Then she felt his cock brush against the back of her hand. She new his cock would feel betters then her fingers. she quickly pulled them out, making room for it.

With her hand free, she reached up and started pushing down on his shoulders. As her feet left the floor, she brought her legs up, and wrapped them around his waste. As soon as she felt his cock touch her pussy lips, she pulled hard with her legs, burying his cock deep inside. Then using her legs as leverage, she started sliding up and down on his hard cock.

“Yes, Yes, John fuck me. Fill my pussy with that beautiful cock. Shoot your load deep inside me. Fuck me baby, FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!”

John didn’t need to be told twice. Janet’s pussy had never felt so good wrapped around his cock. Every time he felt Janet rise up, he would pull his cock out slightly. Then as she pushed down, he would slam into her as hard as her could. His cock felt like it was wrapped up in a warm glove.

John continued to fuck his wife as if he would never be able to fuck again. He could feel his balls starting to tighten, so he started fucking her even faster. The only problem was this through Janet out of rhythm. He was fucking ataşehir escort bayan her so fast; she couldn’t keep up with him.

As John felt his cum start shooting through his cock, he pulled back for one final plunge. At the same time, Janet was on an upward swing. As the two separated, John’s cock slipped from her pussy. Try as he might to slip it back inside, it was too late. His cum shot from the end of his cock and splattered all over her exposed stomach.

Even though, John’s cock had pulled out of her pussy, Janet didn’t care. Her orgasm had broken moments earlier, and that was all she could think about for the moment. As her climax subsided, she realized that John had cum on her stomach, instead of her pussy.

“Well, it’s too late to do anything about that now.” She thought. With that, she reached down, and started rubbing his cum into her skin.

“No since letting this go to waste.” She stated. “They say it makes good skin cream.”

John found that his legs were becoming very weak, and as he was afraid that he might drop Janet, he pushed her harder against the wall. Sensing John’s problem, Janet reluctantly released her legs from around his waste, and returned them to the floor. Since Janet was now stable, John slowly started removing his deflating cock from her pussy.

After they both regained their balance, they realized that they were getting hungry, so they straightened their cloths, and started looking around for the cook, but she was gone. When the servants found that they had been discovered, they disappeared.

Janet told John that she would look for the cook, while John went to wake up Cindy.

What they didn’t know was that their daughter Cindy had come downstairs, and was standing in the kitchen door watching them. She had heard her mother screaming and had come to investigate. When she saw her parents fucking, she almost creamed herself.

She had figured that her parents might still have a sex life, but she never expected them to be fucking in the kitchen. She found that she couldn’t take her eyes off of them. Seeing her fathers cock slam into her mother was really turning her on. In fact she found that she was becoming jealous.

She discovered that she wanted that beautiful cock in her own pussy. Watching her father fuck her mother had her juices running fast. Pulling up her skirt, she pulled her panties to the side, and jammed two fingers into her pussy.

She started finger fucking her pussy in time with her fathers’ lunges into her mother. She was sure that John was going to shoot soon. After all, she had seen that look on Jims face often enough. She wanted to climax with him, so she started fingering her pussy as fast as she could.

When she saw Johns cock pull out and saw him shoot his load all over Janet’s pussy that was all Cindy needed. Her climax broke, and it felt like her pussy was trying to suck her whole hand inside. She slammed her fingers in and just held them there, until her climax subsided.

As she started to regain her senses, she noticed that her parents were straightening their cloths.

“Oh fuck, I can’t let them see me like this.” She thought.

Pulling her fingers out of her pussy, she darted for the stairs, hoping that her legs would support her.

“I’ve got to figure out some way to get dad to fuck me.” She thought. “I need a cock in my pussy so bad. And he’s the only one available.”

She shot back up the stairs, and returned to her room. She almost jumped out of her skin, when John knocked on her door.

John knocked once and walked into the room, with out waiting for an answer. He had tried severalties to get a look at his daughter’s body, but had never been able to. To his disappointment he found her sitting up on the edge of the bed already dressed.

“Don’t you think it’s time you got up, young lady?” he asked.

“I was just heading downstairs.” Cindy replied.

“Your mother is looking for the cook. We should have breakfast soon.” John stated.

Cindy turned slightly on the bed so that she was facing him.

“Daddy, can I talk to you later, alone, there’s something I want to ask you about?” Cindy stated, letting her legs drift apart, to give him a good look up under her mini skirt.

John let his eyes drop down to her crouch, to take in the view offered. This wasn’t really the view he wanted, but it was better then nothing.

“Sure baby, just let me know when.” John stated. With that he reluctantly left the room, closing the door behind him.

Chapter 4

After breakfast, Janet decided that she was going to finish checking out the garden. She loved the out of doors, and this seemed like a good place to spend some time.

John wasn’t that interested in the flower gardens, so he thought he would check out the rest of the estate, instead. Cindy decided that she would return to her room.

John suspected that the upstairs was mainly bedrooms, so he concentrated on the main floor. He located the kitchen again, and the formal dining room, where they had dinner the night before. escort kadıköy

He hadn’t paid much attention to this room the night before, so decided to take it in now. It was lavishly furnished with several painting on the wall, a large chandelier and a dining table that looked like it could seat at least 40 people. John was very impressed.

“If we ever decided to have a dinner party,” He thought, “at least we’re prepared.”

He continued on through the house, locating three sitting rooms, and then finding himself back in the main foyer. Puzzled he looked around trying to decide where to go next.

All of the sudden, the butler seemed to appear out of thin air. This startled John, but then he remembered that butlers were trained to appear and disappear without being noticed.

“Is there anything that I can help you with Sir” the butler asked very formally.

“No thank you.” John replied, “I am just exploring the house.”

“Estate Sir” replied the butler.

“Estate?” John stammered

“Yes sir, this is considered an Estate, not a house sir.” Replied the butler smugly. “Houses are rarely this large.”

John let his eyes drop to the floor like a scolded child. When he again looked up the butler had disappeared. He was taken slightly aback by the butler’s attitude but felt that it was something he would have to get used to. Dismissing the butler from his mind, he continued on with his explorations. He proceeded down another hall, and tried the first door he came to.

As he entered the room, he decided immediately that this was the room he had been looking for. The walls were covered from floor to ceiling with shelves. And the shelves were full of books. John loved to read as did Janet, and he knew that they could spend many pleasant hours here.

Walking around the room, he started making a survey of what kind of reading material was available. To his surprise, there was a little bit of everything. There were several shelves of technical books, both old and newer versions. To his surprise, there was also a large selection of fiction and non-fiction books, as well as most of the classics. It was almost like someone had taken the public library and placed it here in his house.

“Estate” he corrected himself, remembering the butler’s smug demeanor.

After perusing several shelves, he chose one of the classics and sat down in a rather plush, overstuffed chair. He had read only a few pages when he spotted the maid out of the corner of his eye. She was dusting a table in the corner, trying to be inconspicuous.

Summoning her over, he asked if she would bring him something cold to drink. He planed on being here for a while, and decided that he might as well be comfortable. He also asked that if the maid saw Mrs. Young, would she inform her where he was.

The maid said that she would be happy to comply, and abruptly disappeared.

John returned to his book. He hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, and when he closed his eyes briefly, he immediately drifted off… When the maid returned, she placed the cold drink John had asked for on the table beside him, and returned to her work.

The entire sudden John woke with a start, to find that his pants were unzipped, and his cock was exposed, standing tall, hard as a rock.

He glanced around the room, noticed that the maid, was back in the corner. He had no idea how he got this way, but didn’t think it was proper for him to be exposed like this in front of her. Reaching down, he attempted to slip his swollen rod back in his pants. To his surprise, it would not move. It was like someone was holding onto it.

He realized that he needed help. After all, he couldn’t walk around like this. The only problem was, Janet was nowhere to be found, and the maid was the only other person in the room.

“Excuse me.” He stated, “What was your name?”

The maid turned to face him. John noticed that she showed no indication that she even noticed his present state. He was sure that she couldn’t miss his cock sticking out in the open.

“She is just being nice.” He thought.

“Marie Sir.” The maid stated nonchalantly.

“What?” John asked

“My name is Marie Sir.” The maid replied. “You asked me my name, sir.”

“Oh, so I did.” John replied. He wasn’t sure what to do. His cock was starting to hurt, so he had to do something.

“Do you know how I got in this condition?” He asked pointing to his swollen cock.

“I have my suspicions sir.” Stated the maid matter of factly

“Did you do this to me?” John asked more firmly.

“Oh no sir, it’s not my place to play with that unless the master asks me to Sir.” the maid replied.

“Then can you tell me how it got like this if you didn’t do it?” John demanded.

“That would be the work of the Marquise, sir.” the maid replied.

“The Marquise? Who the hell is the Marquise?” John screamed.

“That would be, The Marquise Beausoleil, sir” replied the maid.

“And who is the Marquise Beausoleil?” John was becoming exasperated.

“She bostancı escort was your Great Grandfathers mistress, sir.” the maid replied matter-of-factly.

“My great Grandfathers Mistress?” John stated questioningly.

“Why yes sir. She was a very horny lady. She was never very interested in formal sex, but she loves to watch men cum. She has a hold of you and will not let go until you do.” Replied Marie as if it were common knowledge.

Now that he thought about it, it did feel like there were fingers wrapped around the base.

“But how can she be holding my cock, if there is nobody there.” John thought out load.

“Oh; but there is sir.” Marie stated matter of factly. “You just can’t see her.”

“And why can’t I see her?” John asked not really wanting to know.

“She is a ghost sir. That’s why. There are several of them here in the estate. Didn’t you know that this estate was haunted sir?” Marie asked nonchalantly.

“No” Replied John. “Mr. Bordele seemed to omit that fact.”

“So what do I have to do to get her to release me?” John asked.

“You have to cum sir.” The maid stated.

“Do you mean I have to jack-off for her?” John asked.

“You could do that sir, or I could be of assistance to you Sir.” The maid stated

“You could be of assistance?” John asked

“Why yes sir. My hand, my mouth and my pussy are all available to you sir at your pleasure.”

“What do you mean, you are available to me? John asked.

“Why I am your servant sir, I am here to do your bidding. Even sex; if that is your pleasure sir.” Marie stated.

Marie dropped her eyes in a very sheepish manner.

“To be honest sir, from the looks of your member, it would be my pleasure sir, if you don’t mind me saying so.” She stated. John had to admit that it was a very tempting idea. Marie was a very beautiful young lady. But he had never cheated on Janet and he was not sure that he was ready to now. But the thought of Jacking-off didn’t appeal to him either. He hadn’t jacked off since he was a kid, and didn’t really like doing it then.

“It wouldn’t really be cheating sir. If that’s what you are worried about.” Marie replied.

“How do you mean?” asked John.

“I am your servant. I am available to you in any manner that you see fitting, the same way that any of the servants here are available to serve you in whatever manner you want. That is part of our duties sir.”

When John thought about it that way, it really didn’t seem like cheating.

Sensing that John was getting desperate, Marie walked across the room, stopping in front of John.

You can see my hand and mouth sir, so now I will show you my pussy. That way you can decide which you want to use.” Marie stated. With that she raised her short skirt to reveal her cleanly shaved pussy to his gaze.

“If you can’t decide sir,” Marie told him, “I can decide for you. You are going to have to do something, Sir. “I can see that you are hurting badly.”

When John made no effort to answer, Marie dropped to her knees, and engulfed his cock in her mouth. Before John knew what was happening, she was started to slide her mouth back up his shaft.

Her mouth felt great on his cock, it was warm and very moist. Then she started playing with his balls while she sucked on his cock. He could tell that she was no novice at cock sucking; in fact he was sure that she had been doing it for years. It didn’t take long before he could feel his cum shooting through his cock, and knew there was no stopping it now.

“Well Marie, if you or the Marquise want me to cum, then you are about to get your wish.” With that Johns cock exploded.

Marie was totally beside herself. She loved having a cock in her mouth. It was almost as good as having one in her pussy. And John’s cock was warm and heavily swollen, not cold like the butler and gardeners.

Marie started slamming her mouth up and down as fast as she could. She figured that he was going to cum quick, and wanted to make sure that she was ready for it.

When she felt his cock start to swell, she knew that he was ready to cum. She started running her tongue along the bottom. That did the trick. Johns cum shot through his cock like a round from a cannon.

Marie knew that the Marquise would not be satisfied unless she saw him cum, so as the first blast shot into her mouth, Marie quickly pulled back, releasing his cock.

As John’s cock continued to shoot, his cum flew up, and splashed against her cheek. Marie closed her eyes and let him cum on her face. When she opened her eyes again, she notices that John’s cock was not deflating as she thought it would. It was still hard and standing tall.

“Apparently the Marquise is not yet satisfied sir.” Marie stated. “She seams to want more, and I would love to have that in my pussy.”

With that she stood up, pulled her skirt up and spreading her legs, she straddled his lap. Reaching down between them, she took his cock in her hand.

“May I slip him in my pussy sir?” Marie pleaded.

John couldn’t have said “no” even if he had wanted to. The blowjob she had just given him was fantastic, and as good as her mouth felt; he could just imagine how her pussy would be. He tried to say “yes,” but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. After several tries to speak, he nodded his head.

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Please note all participants in this story were 18 years of age or older.

I woke up late one evening to loud sounds coming from the room next to me. I had just checked in few hours ago from a red eye flight I had taken to make it to the business conference on time. I was still groggy and was not sure what the sounds were.

As I lay there listening it became very apparent what the sounds were when I heard a woman’s voice in a loud sensual voice say ” ohhhh, fuck! Give it to me, please give me that cock….” It was then followed by “oh god no, no, no, ohhhhh shit, oh god, oh fuck.” I laid there listening to this woman getting fucked and I thought of growing up at home listening to my parents have sex.

I was an only child and my bedroom was downstairs, right below my parents bedroom. My parents were very sexually active, and my mom was not a quiet person when she was getting laid. I remember vividly the first time I heard her. I thought something was wrong because it sounded like mom was crying, or being hurt. I could her my Dad talking to her in a low guttural voice. I crept upstairs to their bedroom and found the door open. I peeked in and saw my Mom on all fours on top of the bed, my Dad behind her pushing into her. Every time he would push in she would moan and wimper and he would be saying things like, “that’s it, take it, take it deep, take that cock.” I was mesmerized by them and watched intently as they continued their lovemaking. Soon Daddy pulled out and I got my first glimpse of his penis. It was very long, and it stuck straight up towards his stomach. It was wet and he stroked it as he backed away from Mom. Mom stood up and turned towards Dad, she was beautiful. I remember looking at her breasts, they were very large and her nipples were sticking out, and she had a smile on her face as she looked at Dad.

Dad climbed into bed laying on his back, and I could see him push his penis down so it was sticking up in the air. Mom then climbed in bed and straddled him, her backside towards me. I watched her reach down between her legs and grab his penis and guide it inside her. She gasped as she sat down on it. She did not move for a few seconds, then slowly started to move up and down on it. She soon started to go faster, and started to moan again and talking to Daddy using really nasty words. She seemed almost out of control when she pushed down really hard onto Daddy and let out a deep, satisfying moan and collapsed on his chest. Afraid I would be caught I ran back to my room.

As I got older my parents lovemaking sessions became something I would masterbate to often. Sometimes I would sneak up to their room to watch, other times I would just lay in my bed, listening and and rubbing my clit until I came. Since then I have always loved to hear people have sex, and love to have others hear me, or even watch.

The intensity in the next room and a mans voice yelling he was about to cum brought me back to the present. I laid there a minute or two until my middle finger gave me my own orgasm and I fell back to sleep.

The next morning I woke up extremely horny, and as I showered I spent a little extra time shaving my pubic area until it was nice and smooth except for a little tuft of hair above my clit. I put on my lace bra, and thong and a nice short, tight dress. My hope was that I would find a “roommate” for the three nights I would be staying.

Throughout the morning sessions of the ataşehir escort bayan conference I kept a close eye on the participates, but found few men I wanted to fuck. During lunch I met a possible prospect, a very handsome man with a great smile, and what looked to be a very athletic body. We chatted while we were being served, and he invited me to sit at the table he was on…this was looking promising.

As we ate our salad we made additional small talk and I found out he was attending the conference with his girlfriend, I am sure the look of disappointment was very apparent, but just then a very tall and gorgeous blonde walked to the table and sat down, giving my new friend a kiss on the cheek. We made introductions, and they both were really nice and talked through the lunch, but deep inside I was disappointed. The rest of the day I searched for someone, but no luck. Oh well, I thought to myself, at least I have my vibrator.

That evening I chose to eat in my room, and opened a bottle of wine I had bought earlier. I drew a hot bath after dinner, poured a glass of wine and relaxed in the bubble bath. Between the bath and the wine I was very loose and felt very good. I was tired from the night before and decided to go to bed early. As I was walking from the bath to the bed I walked past the door that connects the two rooms. I don’t know why, but I opened the the door, expecting full well to see the door that connected the other room closed…but it wasn’t. The door was opened just a crack, and I stood still listening. I could not hear anything and the room was dark, but just in case I closed my door very quietly but did not dare lock it, afraid the lock would make too much noise.

I smiled, shrugged my shoulders, and crawled into bed. I am not sure what time it was, but I heard a door shut and some giggling, but soon fell back asleep, only to be awakened again by a bed squeaking and people moaning. I was immediately aroused by the fucking sounds coming from the next room and just laid there listening for some time. I was getting extremely horny and decided to get my vibrator and take care of myself.

As I got out of bed I walked past the door that connected the two rooms…I am sure they closed the door…or did they? Very quietly I turned the knob, and slowly opened the door, the other door was still open as it had been before. The opening gave me a perfect view of the bed and the couple on it. The table lamp was on, so I could see clearly into the room.

From my vantage point I could only see the back of a man standing at the edge of the bed, obviously fucking the girl who was on all fours on the bed. The mans ass was small, tight, and absolutely gorgeous. Each thrust caused his ass cheeks to tighten as he fucked the girl hard. His back, and arms were well defined and he had the look of an athlete.

The girl on the bed I could not really see other than she had long blonde hair. She was obviously enjoying the cock she was getting as she was moaning and begging for more. I could tell she was rocking back and forth, and moving her hips around trying to get the cock deeper into her. I watched them fuck for a while in that position, then the man pulled out, and told the girl he wanted her on top. I was staring at the man’s cock, and it was huge. He was shaved completely, and his cock must have been at least 9 inches and very thick. It glistened in the light, slick and wet from the girls escort kadıköy juices. When I finally broke my gaze I looked up and gasped as I noticed the girl, was the same one I had met earlier, as was the man.

I thought for sure I had been busted, as the girl had looked, I thought, right at me but she simply turned over as the man laid down on the bed, holding his dick straight up. She rolled back over, lifting herself over him and allowed him to position his cock at her entrance, and effortlessly slide herself on to it. She let out a loud moan, and started to ride his cock, moving her ass up so it looked as if the cock would come out, and then pushing hard back down taking his full length. Each time she came down her moans became more intense. Looking over at the man’s face, he seemed to be intent on the woman, and focused on her tits, bouncing in rhythm. I heard him start to grunt, and just then the girl let a a scream of pleasure as it appeared they both came together.

I quickly pulled the door shut, as quiet as I could, and sat down on my bed. I was on fire, and so close to orgasm it was unbelievable that I could be so aroused by just watching. I gently touched my clit and came almost immediately. I laid back in bed and replayed what I had just seen in my mind…had the girl seen me?

The alarm went off, and I had not even remembered falling asleep. I was exhausted, and had a pent up sexual desire the was consuming me. I really needed to take a long shower and take care of myself with my vibrator but had no time. A quick shower, and I quickly got dressed and headed to the conference.

I was a little apprehensive about seeing the couple from last night, I wasn’t sure if I would be able to keep it together, but luckily I didn’t see them all day. When the conference ended for the day I headed to my room to relax, and get a little me time. I entered my room, kicked off my shoes and was just pouring a glass of wine when there was a knock on my door.

I was shocked when I opened the door to find the couple from next door. I stuttered a hello, when the girl smiled and said “Hi, I’m Lisa, sorry for the intrusion, but we had met yesterday at lunch, and Chad and I had noticed we were hotel neighbors with you and thought you might want to have a drink.”. I wasn’t sure what to say, but finally stammered out “sure, that would be great.” Lisa smiled, and said “great, if want to change into more comfortable clothes, and just knock on the adjoining room door when you are ready we can head down to the bar.” The look in her eye when she mentioned the door gave me pause, and I wondered, had she seen me?

I changed quickly, putting on a pair of jeans and a loose T-shirt, took another drink of wine and knocked on the door. Lisa answered the door in nothing but her bra and panties. She had a mischievous smile, and quickly apologized stating they were just changing. Looking over her shoulder I noticed Chad’s reflection in the bathroom mirror pulling up his pants over a semi hard cock. She followed my gaze, and smiled and bit her lower lip as we regained eye contact. There was no doubt in my mind she knew what I had seen, and what I so desperately needed.

“Why don’t you mix yourself a drink while we finish getting ready” and motioned over to the table where a variety of liquor bottles stood. I poured a whiskey and sat down in the chair. We chatted as Chad and Lisa got ready, and ended up having several drinks bostancı escort in their room.

After a while we went down to the bar, ordered drinks and sat at a corner table. A band was playing and by this time we were all pretty loose. Chad asked if I would like to dance, I looked at Lisa and she nodded and smiled.

Out on the dance floor we danced a slow dance and I could feel Chad’s cock hardening as we pushed into one another. I was extremely wet and horny, and with the alcohol I had lost most of my inhibitions. I pulled him in closer and ground by pelvis into him like a slut in heat.

The dance ended and we walked back to the table. Lisa was smiling and suggested we take the party back to the room…I couldn’t have agreed more.

As soon as we walked into the room, Chad turned to me and kissed me full on the mouth, his tongue probing inside my mouth. He nearly took my breath away as I stepped back from him and looked at Lisa. Lisa just smile and said “you look like you could use a good fuck, and believe me Chad is incredible.” That is all the invitation I needed as I moved to Chad and returned his kiss.

We fumbled with each others clothes, almost ripping them off of each other as we moved to the bed. Chad pushed me back onto the bed as he dropped his pants exposing his beautiful hard cock. I greedily took it deep in my mouth, and sucked him hard, stroking his cock all the time. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Lisa undress and walk over to us. She watched for a minute and then asked to join.

I stopped sucking Chad’s cock and let Lisa sit down on the bed and resume the blow job. I started to finger myself, and was working towards an orgasm when Lisa stopped and said, “no baby, let this wonderful cock get you off.” I slid back on the bed and spread my legs wide as Chad moved between them. He paused for just a moment, with the tip of his cock just inside my cunt. My legs were shaking and I was so close, I have never wanted, needed a cock more in my life than right then. With a devilish grin he thrust the full length of his cock deep inside my wet, wanting cunt. I let out a fucking scream that I am sure woke up the entire hotel. He then started to fuck me in earnest, that long thick cock, pushing in and out of me made me cum multiple times. I was in ecstasy, it felt so good to have him in me, fucking me.

I felt the bed shift as Lisa climbed in. Up to this point she had been a spectator but I could see that she had fingered herself until her cunt lips were moist and puffy. She moved over to my head, and then lift her leg over me, positioning her pussy above my face. Her smell was intoxicating and I instinctively licked her wet pussy with my tongue. She groaned loudly and pushed herself down further on my face, allowing me access to properly eat her out. Within minutes she came hard, shivering as the orgasm ripped through her. She rolled off of me just has I heard Chad grunt, and release his load deep inside me.

We just laid there for a while, exhausted and fully content. Lisa eventually got up and peed, came back and started to suck on Chad’s cock bringing it back to life. It wasn’t long until we all started to fuck and suck each other again, and this went on pretty much the rest of the night. Sometime just before dawn I went back to my own room and fell fast asleep until the alarm woke me up.

I went into Chad and Lisa’s room and they were just getting up. We decided we should all shower together…and if we were a little late to the last day of the conference it would be okay.

That evening I flew home, but not after one last fuck with my new friends. What an incredible experience, and I can hardly wait for the next conference date.

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Hopefully, you have read chapter 1. This chapter will show how our relationship progressed as well as our sex life.

*

Spending the night at each others place has become a normal thing. We are really compatible and the fuck buddy thing just fits! I don’t know how I got so lucky. Oh, the story picks up one afternoon about a month after our first encounter.

The look of her ass bouncing as I fucked her doggy style; forcing my cock balls deep into her cunt. I love spanking her ass; it’s so cute when it’s red. I slammed my body against her pushing her down into the bed. Her moans were muffled as her head was forced into her pillow. My balls tightened up and I pulled out of her soaking wet, extremely hot pussy and came all over her ass. Jamie turned around to grab some paper towel to clean up. We had been fucking regularly by this point but had never discussed advancing the relationship. Little did I know she had fallen hard for me and didn’t know whether I reciprocated the feelings and that this would be the night she’d let me know it.

We decided to hop in the shower before going out for dinner. As we jumped in, ataşehir escort bayan I let her wash her hair in order to get it out of the way. My cock was at attention the entire time; her perfect ass gets me every time but that’s not all; her erect nipples are always begging for a suck, her face has that naughty innocence and a smile that I die for and her legs, so long and smooth.

As she faced away from me and rinsed her hair, I moved in, right behind her. My cock resting in between her ass cheeks, as I kiss and nibble her neck softly. I reached around to grab her breasts and pull on her nipples. In a flash her hands reached behind me and grabbed my ass, squeezing her body against mine. Her moans grew loader as one hand spread her pussy lips and played with her clit and the other tugged on her nipple. As I quickly rubbed over her clit and toyed with her tits, I inadvertently started thrusting back and forth with my hips.

As she had her third orgasm of the hour my animal lust took over and I pushed her head towards the floor of the tub. Her pussy came into view and I slipped my cock in. My cock disappeared escort kadıköy with ease and I started to pound into her tight pussy like never before. I didn’t realize it but I was holding her hair in one hand and spanking her ass with the other. The water dripping in between our bodies added to the affect as every smack of her ass splashed off of her. My cock continued to terrorize her pussy, as I forcibly fucked her like my little slut. Pulling my cock out till the crown of the head was visible then thrusting deep into her. My orgasm was approaching so I turned her around to swallow my cock. To my surprise her gorgeous smile was bigger then ever. She tried to deep throat my cock but I came to quickly and she couldn’t get the spurting cock down. Most of my cum finally landed on her lips which she licked greedily. We dried off and got ready for dinner,

At Dinner:

“I take it, you enjoyed the rough way I controlled you in the shower?” I commented, almost cheekily.

“I have always wanted a guy to do that!” She shyly replied.

“We will have to see were this goes,”

“Speaking of seeing were things go, Michael, bostancı escort I really like you and would like to be exclusive! I know you …” She babbled on while I interrupted ” Of course, I really like you and would love to see were this goes!”

“I’m so happy!”

I leaned forward and kissed her, then whispered into her ear to go to the washroom and remove her panties. She looked nervous but giddy about it at the same time. As she left the table I watched her walk away in that skirt I had asked her to wear.

She arrived back just as our meals did so we sat down to eat without a word. I finished first as usual and my hands started to wander. Underneath the table my hand slid up her creamy white thigh. It became harder for her to eat as my fingers began to toy with her pussy lips. Her eyes started to flutter as I pushed her pussy apart and slid a finger into that damp hole. I then removed my hand and licked my finger. Just when she thought she could get back to eating my hand return, almost directly to her clit. She let a moan slip out in the restaurant and everyone looked. “The food is just that good,” I quickly commented without losing a note in my teasing. Her orgasm approached quickly and she grabbed the table and bit her lip to try and avoid attention. After she finished dinner we got up to leave.

“This is going to be an interesting relationship!” she commented.

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I wake up Christmas morning and you are already awake and in the kitchen. I can smell the bacon cooking so I go on into the bathroom and get a shower before I go to the kitchen. After I finish getting my shower I am on my way to the kitchen and see a giant box in the living room. I wonder what it is and walk on into the kitchen. As I enter the kitchen you hand me my breakfast and I ask you what is in the giant box. You tell me that it is my Christmas surprise and as soon as I eat you will let me open it.

Curious and excited about what could be in the box I quickly eat my breakfast. When I am finished you tell me that I need to help you clean up. Not wanting to wait that long I ask if the dishes can wait. You laugh and tell me I am worse than a kid then tell me to get to the sink if I want to open the package. I rush to the sink and wash the dishes while you clean the counters and the stove.

As soon as we have finished cleaning I run to the living room and start to open the giant package. I take the ribbon off then tear off the paper. As I get the paper torn off your friend comes out of the giant box wearing nothing ataşehir escort bayan but a ribbon and a bow. I get extremely excited but I am not sure if I should take the ribbon and bow off of her. I stand there and just stare at her not moving at all so you walk over and pull the ribbon making it fall to the floor.

You move up close behind her and put your arms around her. Softly you kiss her neck as you massage her breasts. Finally I walk up to her and kiss her passionately. Slowly I kiss down to her breasts and slide my tongue around her nipples. You hold her breast as I suck her nipples and lightly bite them. Getting down on my knees I softly kiss her stomach as you gently pinch and pull her nipples. I kiss on down to her pussy and softly slide my tongue over her lips. Tenderly I rub her clit with my tongue as you slowly slide your fingers inside her pussy. You are behind her massaging her breast and sliding your fingers in and out of her pussy as I rub her clit with my tongue. Putting my lips around her clit I suck it gently as you move your fingers in and out faster. She starts to tremble and shake escort kadıköy as her orgasm rocks her body.

Her knees are weak from her orgasm and she sits down on the floor. You remove your T shirt and underwear and I get my shorts off as fast as I can and we all get in the floor. Taking turns we kiss each other tenderly as our hands slide over each others body. She begins to kiss down my chest and stomach and you put your breasts in my mouth. As I suck your nipples she puts her lips around my erection and gently sucks it into her mouth. You put your leg over me and place your pussy in my face. I slide my tongue up and down your lips breathing in your wonderful aroma. Her mouth is going up and down on my erection making my passion rise. I wrap my lips around your clit and gently suck it. Your moans grow louder and you start rocking your hips back and forth. My excitement is screaming out of control as she passionately sucks my erection. You rub your clit against my face as your excitement goes wild. We both start shaking and erupt in a beautiful orgasm.

Weak from our orgasms we lie on the floor catching bostancı escort our breath. She gets on top of you and puts her pussy in your face. Leaning down she kisses your pussy as you slide your tongue over hers. You rub her clit with your tongue and I am getting extremely excited. She starts sucking your clit and I move around behind her. You start sucking her clit and I slowly push my erection into her pussy. Her moans turn to screams of pleasure as you are sucking her clit and I am sliding my erection in and out of her. She starts shaking and screaming loudly as her orgasm rolls through her body.

She collapses on top of you and slides off onto the floor. You have me lie down and you get on top of me placing my erection at your opening. You slide down onto it then lean down and kiss me passionately. She catches her breath and gets on top of me placing her pussy in my face. I rub her clit with my tongue as you kiss her tenderly. Your hips are moving around on my erection and she start rubbing her clit on my tongue. You and her massage each others breasts and you move your hips around on my erection rubbing your clit against me. We are all moaning and groaning as our desires soar higher. We all start shaking and we explode in a wonderful orgasm.

We collapse on the floor and kiss each other passionately. As we catch our breath you look over at me and tell me Merry Christmas.

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Jack downed his second Manhattan and said, “Five hundred bucks says you can’t do it.”

Frank smiled into his glass, his friend and business partner was on the way to a glorious drunk. The conversation was getting sillier every second.

Jack signaled the bartender, pointed to his empty glass and refocused his attention on Frank. “No answer hotshot? After all, aren’t you the master cocksman?”

“Where do you get these ideas Jack?” Rob asked with some amusement. “I thought we were going to talk shop tonight?”

Jack said, “Would you believe the television? That movie was on, ‘My Fair Lady?’ The one where the professor transforms the cockney girl.”

“And from that movie you got the idea for me to seduce my secretary?” Frank said with some amusement.

“Not just seduce,” Jack answered. “Seduce is too easy. I want to see you transform her; from the boring; efficient secretary to a wild animal. A woman whom you control with your mind and body.”

Rob laughed and chimed in, “The idea has merit, I think I would have a piece of that bet. It would be highly entertaining if you could pull it off Frank.”

“I think you’re both nuts,” Frank said. “Maybe you ought to lay off the sauce a little.”

“Not up to it huh?” Jack laughed at his pun. “We thought you were a player, a ladies man. I must admit transforming your secretary would be a tall order.”

“Maybe he isn’t the stud he thought he was,” Rob said, clearly baiting Frank now. “I mean she is the original ice queen. Christ, a guy’s dick would freeze up and drop off if he fucked her.”

“Yeah, she’s an ice queen,” said Jack. “But I bet under all those loose clothes her body isn’t bad. She’s a little plain but not the paper bag over the head type of girl. Isn’t that true Frank?”

Frank sighed dramatically, “I never really looked that close Jack. She’s my secretary and a good one at that.”

“That’s the point,” Jack said excitedly. “She’s totally non-fuckable, much less any man transforming her into a nympho. I see why you might not want to take the bet.”

Frank was getting pissed now, “Ever hear of a little something called sexual harassment? I’m going to jeopardize everything for a bet?”

“I must admit it would be tricky, it would take finesse. A guy would need to be clever and resourceful. He would need to seduce her, then get her so addicted to him she would be his willing slut.” Rob shook his head, “No, you are right Frank. You could never pull it off.”

“Yeah,” Jack agreed. “Frank has plenty of finesse in business and seduction but to actually pull off a transformation? Never!”

His jab and sly smile hit home and Frank made his decision. “Alright wise guys, you’re on! Be prepared to pay up, you’re going to lose!”

Almost immediately he wanted to cut his tongue off. What was he thinking of? Carolyn was a good secretary and a truly nice lady. The operative word was lady of course. The idea of Carolyn Walker as a wild sex goddess was too far out on a limb.

Rob’s voice broke into his musings, “We need a few rules, this isn’t just ‘I got in her pants’ and you win. We want a total transformation. The way she looks, dresses, even acts. You unveil her at the office Christmas party on December twentieth.”

Rob laughed and started to speak but Frank cut him off. To his own amazement he heard himself say, “No worries; she will be mine; totally. When do I start?”

“Is tomorrow too soon?” asked Rob. “Today’s the ninth, that gives you a little over six weeks for this great metamorphosis.”

Six weeks to turn a rather plain ataşehir escort bayan women into his sex slave? Talk about your egos. Frank realized his had just reached out and bit him on the ass. How was he going to pull this off?

***

Carolyn slammed the door of her brother-in-law’s car and ran to the entrance of the small business where she worked. Her eyes were full of tears and she kept her head down. In the elevator she fought the urge to totally break down, if she started crying she may never stop. She didn’t know how much longer she could live with Janet and Tim. Day after day of her sister reminding her that Carolyn only lived with them out of the goodness of their hearts. Of course Caro was an unpaid babysitter cum housekeeper, to say nothing of the fact that most of her salary went to them. Janet had always conveniently chosen to forget that.

In her office she wiped her tears and tried to calm down. Routine tasks like making the coffee and booting her computer helped and soon she stopped shaking. Her work at the consulting firm was important to her, especially now. She eventually hoped to sock away enough for a place of her own but it wasn’t easy. Fifteen minutes later she was back to her usual self, quiet, efficient, emotionless. Good thing, as she needed all her faculties around her when dealing with her boss.

Franklin Thomas Bennett was a power broker, an ‘A’ personality all the way. His ability to exert his influence on people was one reason he was so successful in business. Along with his partners; Rob Waller and Jack Connor; they had made the small consulting firm a thriving business. Waller and Connor worked behind the scenes; but Mr. Bennett was the driving force. Oh yes, he was a human dynamo in every sense of the word.

Caro sipped her coffee as she thought about the last week in the office, he had been different. She couldn’t put her finger on it but it was almost like he was assessing her. She noticed him watching her more, seemingly sizing her up. It was disconcerting to say the least. She was perplexed because he never noticed her, she did her job and did her best to blend into the woodwork. This attention was definitely not him, he was usually wrapped up in his own world. He had quite a reputation around town, a lady-killer who consistently collected notches in his headboard. And why not? Way over six feet with a hard body; blonde hair and blue eyes; he was definitely easy on the eyes. But it was his attitude with women that set him apart, he had the knack of making each feel like they were special. Anyway his ladies always seemed to come back. Who was she kidding? Like she knew what kept his women on the string. She was definitely not in Franklin Bennett’s league.

***

Frank smiled to himself as he closed his office door, he had Caro thoroughly bewildered. He knew his quiet appraisals were confusing her. The last few days he had checked her out, the whole package that was his secretary. She was average; to put it bluntly; but who knew what was hidden underneath? Each time he spoke to her she colored, her eyes lowered and she seemed to lose her voice. He knew the signs well, she was attracted to him and it would work in his favor. Now was the time to put his plan into motion, to start her addiction to him. Opening his office door he watched her, her eyes were definitely red, she had been crying.

She looked up from her desk as he approached, “Caro, I have been watching you the last few days. Is something wrong? You seem distracted and on edge. Can I help?”

“I’m fine Mr. Bennett,” she said. escort kadıköy “I’m just a little tired I guess.”

“Is that why your hands are shaking? Why you seem on the edge of tears all the time?”

He knew he had hit a nerve, her body language fairly screamed it out. She opened her mouth to speak; but closed it quickly. Her fingers nervously pleated a piece of paper on her desk and he pressed his advantage.

“Look, I’m not trying to pry but you look like you need to talk. I’m your boss Caro, but I want to also be a person you can turn to if you need a friend.”

Her eyes welled and the tears began to fall. Getting a tissue he waited as she desperately tried to stem the flow. It was a lost cause, once she started she couldn’t stop.

After a few minutes she calmed and he spoke, “Get your coat, we are going to lunch.”

“No thank you, I brought my lunch. I will be fine.”

“No arguing with the boss,” Frank said. “We are going to lunch.”

The trip to the restaurant was silent; she fidgeted; clearly nervous in his presence. He took her to a small upscale place he frequented. He ordered a scotch for himself and over her protests, a gimlet for her. After their order was placed, there was silence once again.

***

Carolyn looked at her boss in an alcoholic daze, the drinks really packed a punch. Even in this state she realized he was scrutinizing her again. Why? What was he up to? She must admit that she was beginning to like the attention. But with his attention came all the self doubts that she had always had about herself. Hadn’t she always thought of herself as a plain Jane? God knows she had been told many times by her sister how boring she was. When she married; her husband took over the mantle; taking every opportunity to cut her down. It was no surprise that Mr. Bennett’s attention was so welcome. Even if it was only for a few hours she was content to bask in the glow.

Caro realized he was speaking and shook her head to clear it. “Want to talk?” he asked. “Sometimes it helps to get it out.”

Caro was quiet for a moment before she spoke, “I’m not sure where I should begin. I’m just unhappy with my home life, and I see no way out.”

“You live with your sister and her husband, right? I remember you mentioning it once a long time ago.”

“Yes,” Caro answered. “After my divorce I had no where to go and they invited me to stay with them. It was the biggest mistake I ever made, I’m unhappier now than before my divorce.”

“So you move, you find your own place. Simple.”

Caro shook her head, “No, it’s not simple. I just can’t seem to get enough money put away to rent my own place. I wouldn’t take any alimony and my sister takes a big part of my check.”

“If you are that unhappy I would be happy to advance you some money,” Frank said.

She vehemently shook her head no, “That’s okay Mr. Bennett, I will manage. Please forget I ever said anything.”

The rest of the meal was spent making small talk. Caro had a second drink and when he asked if she wanted dessert, she passed. Giggling, she said another drink would be nice but he only shook his head and smiled. His smile made her knees weak along with the drinks and she waited as he paid the bill. His arm around her waist as he helped her to a waiting cab made her tremble. The ride was a short one back to the office but to Caro it was a pleasant blur. Thankfully; Mr. Bennett took her in a side door at the office; sparing her the humiliation of walking past her coworkers. By this time she had a serious case of the giggles, coupled bostancı escort with an intense attraction to her boss. For the first time in her life she found herself flirting and she liked the feeling. She was playing with fire and she liked it.

***

Frank watched Caro as she wandered around his office, summing up what he had to work with. Her hair was a dirty blonde which she pulled back with a large barrette but she had lovely eyes, deep set and bluish gray. He agreed with Jack’s assessment of her body, unless he missed his guess the clothes hid a knockout body. With a little work she could be quite lovely. He had a challenge but he was more than capable of surmounting it. The first step was to seduce her; he just needed the right opportunity. It came quicker than he planned as she giggled and playfully spun in circles. The liquor had done a number on her and she lost her balance. Catching her before she fell, Frank pulled her to him. Her eyes were beautiful as she lifted her head to look at him. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and he found himself hardening. Before she had a chance to speak, he covered her mouth with his. He felt her tense, but as he deepened the kiss her body relaxed and her arms went around his neck. He felt a slight compunction about what he was about to do but he quickly pushed it away.

His tongue pushed past her teeth and he felt her surrender to his kiss. Pulling the barrette from her hair he wound his fingers in the soft locks. Her soft moan was all he needed to hear, he picked her up and carried her to the sofa. Looking in her eyes he saw passion, mixed with a sadness that pulled at his heart. As his fingers went to the buttons on her blouse, she shook her head. It was half-hearted at best and Frank never stopped. Her bra was plain and white but her breasts were perfect. Neither too big or too small, they fit perfectly in his palms as he cupped them. Pushing the top of her bra down, he let his tongue roam over her nipples. He heard her gasp as he sucked lightly on each one, nibbling and pulling on each with his teeth. His mouth moved lower, his lips skimmed her stomach as his hands pushed her skirt up over her hips.

Caro made one more feeble protest as he pulled her panties and hose off but he shushed her. Frank ran his thumbs down the sides of her pussy, smiling as she arched under his touch. He ran his finger up her slit, moving slowly through the soft brown curls. She was his now, to do with as he pleased. Putting his hands under her ass, he buried his head between her thighs. She cried out as his tongue found her clit and circled it. The taste and smell of her incited him and he pulled her close, letting his tongue dive deep into her body. Her fingers clutched at the sofa as she arched under his mouth. He reveled in her moans and redoubled his efforts, pulling lightly on her pussy lips. He felt her shudders as he flicked her clit and he knew she was close to her orgasm. As he rocked his mouth on her pussy he felt her stiffen, her wild moans echoed in the quiet room as she came in a series of unending spasms.

Two more times he brought her to orgasm with his lips and fingers, making her beg for more. Later after she had fallen asleep, Frank smiled at the sight of her. The effects of his lovemaking coupled with the liquor had left her in a state of dishabille. Her hair was askew, cheeks rosy, her legs open and wet with her own juices. Frank’s cock was throbbing, threatening to burst from his pants. He needed relief himself and standing over her, he unzipped his pants. Pulling his cock out, Frank jerked himself off over her body. It was incredibly erotic and he came harder than he had in a long time. His cum covered her belly and pussy and he smiled as he covered her with a small throw and turned out the office lights. This promised to be one bet he was going to enjoy winning.

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I stood waiting on the waters edge, looking out to sea, the air had a chill in it but the sun was still warm enough to keep me from having to wrap a sweater around my shoulders, I removed my sandals and placed them next to the towel I had placed onto the sand, on the towel was my sweater, a small picnic basket, a bottle of wine and two glasses. I started to walk along the waters edge, the sea lapping up around my ankles, my arms swinging from side to side as I looked into the sky and up at the clouds.

All of a sudden I felt someone take my hand, wow I jumped right out of my skin, I quickly turned around and yes your right it was you, I looked up into your eyes I could not believe that finally we were together, after all those months of talking on the computer and now I was finally here and as you took me into your arms I melted and gave into your kiss, it was a kiss of such warmth, so much said in one kiss, I could feel your body lifting me off the floor as we kissed on and on.

When we finally stopped kissing we stood looking for ages into each others eyes, taking each other in, it was such a wonderful moment in time, so longed for and so wanted, I slowly slid my hands up over your chest with a cheeky grin on my face, you smiled back and we just fell into each others arms again.

Do you remember, wow its just like yesterday, that first time we met, as we once again kissed I could feel the heat from beneath your shirt, it was at that point my body started to stir, I felt my insides start to tingle, wow what a feeling, you sensed it also and slowly started to run your kisses down my neck, as if you just knew what I wanted, reading my mind you could say, you have always had that knack, lol that’s why I guess I love you so much, you always know what I want and need.

As we held and kissed more my fingers fumbled with your shirt, opening your buttons with fingers shaking so much it was unbelievable, you took my hands into yours, remember? And kissed them and told me you loved me, wow, the shaking got worse and you just laughed, you placed my open hands against your chest and the shaking slowly stopped and once again while looking into your eyes I slowly opened your buttons one at a time and when finished I slid my hands up over your chest and slid your shirt off your shoulders and onto the sand below.

While sliding my hands back over your shoulders, I leaned forwards and kissed your chest, I could taste the salt on your body as I slid my tongue over it, my kisses started to slide down your chest to your stomach, so firm and muscular, I could not wait, I started to unbuckle your belt, you placed your finger under my chin and lifted my head, smiled and said wait.

Taking my hand into yours you swung me around and placed your other hand onto my shoulder, I let go of your hand and wrapped it around your waist, and together we walked, we walked along the waters edge, kicking up the sand and laughing, we talked and talked, we planned our future there and then on ataşehir escort that beach and I have to say we where pretty close, were we not?

We walked and talked till we realised we had walked up to the rocks that closed the beach off, we turned and started to head back to the picnic basket as we had both realised we were starving, the sea air always does that to us remember? as we walked my hand was resting in your back pocked and with every step I could feel your butt cheek in my hand, I was stirring within, my body was wanting so badly.

I suddenly stopped, you turned round and looked at me with a puzzled look on your face, I just smiled and you smiled back, taking a step towards you I slid my hands around your waist and placed a kiss on your lips, next I ran them along your jaw bone towards your ear, were I slowly kissed and caressed your ear with my lips, and whispered it’s time!

I slid my hand back into yours and squeezed it, looked up at you and laughed, you looked back at me, remember? And I just took off, running in and out of the sea, my arms spread out taking in all the breeze as it run through my hair, god I will never forget that day, I felt like I was running over the clouds of heaven as I felt you grab me from behind and pull me down onto the sand.

Laying on my back looking up at you, I started to run my fingers through your hair as your lips once again met mine, the kiss was electric and as I ran my fingers down your back I could feel your hot flesh burning through my top, my hands ran all the way down your back and then spread out so I had one hand on each of your hips, I then lifted my leg and flipped you over onto your back and placed my self across your waist, I slowly then started to remove my top, I slid it up and over my head throwing it to the floor and then looked down to your belt buckle I had already once tried to open it, this time you did not stop me, I undid your belt buckle and slipped it out of the loops of your jeans, then I unbuttoned your jeans and leaned down placing a kiss onto your stomach as I lowered your zip.

I never quite remember how we managed to both get completely naked but we sure did it and as my bra fell onto your chest and your hands ran up over my flesh, to this day I can still feel the excitement that come over me, the fluttering in my tummy and the goose bumps that formed over my body completely, you thought I was cold but it was the pure excitement of being there with you and I have to say my love I still get that feeling every time I look into your eyes and see those memories within them.

You wrapped yourself around my body, pulling me close to you and laid me onto my side, face to face we both lay on the wet sand, the sea lapping up and over our ankles, your kisses starting to run down my body, your lips latching onto my breast, sucking and nibbling on my nipple which was so hard and erect, I slowly lay on my back and your body seemed to lay across mine as your hands glided down my kadıköy escort side across my stomach and down between my legs, I lifted my leg and you pushed it to one side opening me up and as my leg fell to the side your tongue slid all the way down my stomach and into my wetness, oh god, my back arched as I could feel your tongue seeking out my clit and as you started to suck on it my fingers griped tightly onto your hair.

My other leg now raised at the knee and both feet pushing my butt slightly off the floor, as I raised my butt allowing my wet mound to meet your mouth you pulled me over, I was once again on top and looking right down at what I can only describe as my hero, oh yes it was a sight to see and as I took it into my hand I could feel it throbbing and I knew exactly what you wanted, I slowly started to caress your balls, remember? And as I did your butt lifted of the floor and you let out a groan then went back to sliding your tongue in and out of my now very wet pussy.

While I caressed your balls and slid my hand up and down your shaft I slid my tongue along the base of your cock, slowly teasing and exciting you, as I felt you getting harder and harder I licked up your shaft and before you knew it you was deep within my mouth, as I took you in as far as I could you let out a gasp and started to purrrrr, OMG I was in heaven, I had never experienced anything quite like it, my whole body started to shake as you continued to purr on my clit.

As I sucked on your very hard and swollen cock, my body shaking and my juices flowing, my mind swam, I just kept thinking if he can make my body explode like this what else can he do? And you know what, your still teaching me a thing or two aren’t you? As my body seemed to just go out of control with your tongue now deep inside of me and your cock as deep as it can go in my mouth I started to feel your body tense up, ohh god you was shaking uncontrollably, and no sooner as I gave one really hard suck you filled my mouth, pushing deep into me, I swallowed but you filled my mouth to fast and I had to pull away, your cum shooting into the air as you slid out of my mouth, your cum running down my chin and dripping onto my breasts.

As I leaned up to witness you spurt out of control you started to suck faster on my clit, I slid my hands down and started to rub myself and as I watched you finish cumin I once again cum filling your mouth with all my juices, your hands ran up my sides and clenched onto my hips and pulled me down onto your face and lapped at my wet pussy just making me cum harder!

The tide was coming in and as the last few shakes left my body I fell to the side off you and landed on my back, you took my hand as I lay there for what seemed like ages just looking up into the sky, the clouds making pictures, when I finally turned my head you was sat up looking at me, just watching me, I smiled at you and you smiled back, still holding my hand you leaned forward and kissed my shoulder, I watched you bostancı escort bayan looking deep into your eyes and as your kiss left my shoulder you winked and got up, my hand sliding out of yours and falling to the sand below where I lay, I rolled onto my side as you picked up our clothes and proceeded to walk towards the towel where the picnic basket was.

I slowly got my self to my feet and started to walk towards you, as I did I tried to walk in your footsteps, I saw you look back and smile as I jumped from one foot print to another, your stride was so long and I had trouble reaching each foot print, you stood and watched me and as I got nearer I saw you throw the clothes to the floor and take a step forwards, as I made the last jump I fell into your arms once again and was greeted with a slap on my butt, I looked up and smirked, I liked it and you could see I did and slapped it again before letting me go and walking over towards the picnic basket and the bottle of wine.

I sat down just as you passed me the glasses to hold, I took them and you poured the wine, after placing the bottle on the sand you took one of the glasses and took a sip, I watched you as you swallowed the wine, a grin on your face as you watched me watching you, I could not take my eyes off you, your cheek bones so defined and your eyes the bluest blue I had ever seen, such a sight to behold.

I sipped my wine as I turned round to look out to sea, the sun was lower and there was a chill in the air, I grabbed my sweater and slipped it around my shoulders and brought my knees up to my chest, you shuffled over and sat behind me sliding your arms around me, pulling me into you and as I lay back in your arms your legs crossed over mine warming my body, kisses on my neck, wow the flame sparked within me and I felt my tummy tingle once again.

I finished my wine and lay the glass on the sand, I could feel the cold starting to get to my body and I shivered, you moved over on the towel and lay me down on my back, I looked up at you and you gestured a kiss to me as your hands slowly slid up my body, Ohh wow the heat from your body as you lay yourself upon me, my legs lifting and parting, I could feel your hard trying to find it’s way into my wetness, I slid my hand down and guided you in and as the very tip entered me I gasped, your mouth covered mine and slowly you slid yourself all the way in.

As I felt you sliding all the way in my back arched, your tongue exploring my mouth, I slid my legs over yours, pulling you into me more, ohh as you pushed your hard swollen cock in and out of me I could not help but moan and groan, as you picked up rhythm I ran my finger nails up and down your back, I could see the pleasure in your eyes as I dug my nails in hard, faster and faster you pumped at me, ohh god I thought I would explode completely, I had never wanted something so much, yes my love I wanted you so badly and here I was with you deep within me, pumping, pushing and fucking my so hard, ohhhh god I could feel my body arching my hips raising off the floor as together we came, one final thrush from you and one final dragging of my nails up your back and YES we were there in heaven, OMG it was wonderful, so fucking wonderful.

“What more can I say?”

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Dell led the way back out over the new snow, picking his way more by his familiarity with large landmarks than by specific smaller entities. None of their previous ski tracks coming into the trail were observable, the new snow obscuring them completely. Emerging out of the trees, the up sloping trail running onto an open area, he sighted across the bright, white expanse to the next stand of tall fir trees.

He stopped and looked back at his sweet Jenna, who stopped behind him. The sun was so bright and warm; they had removed their woven ski masks, so her happy smile showed brightly on her lovely lips. Her pearl-white teeth contrasted clearly with her pink tongue as she laughed.

Daddy, I’m so happy she shouted and threw her arms up to the clear azure sky. Her ski poles dangled loosely from the straps around her wrists, held high, as if in praise to some loving God above.

To Dell, she was a vision of pure loveliness, so vibrant, so full of life and love. And, as well, he now knew her to be woman, a woman of enormous passion As he drank in her loveliness, he was overcome with his own passion and limitless love for his daughter. Since his wife, Sarah, Jenna’s mother, had died; Jenna had become his life, his love and now, after the events of the past few hours, his lover.

He had no idea whether that relationship would continue. But, whether it did or didn’t, he did know that he had experienced the most wonderful moments of his life, making love to this vibrant beauty and she to him. It had not been one-sided, with him taking every lead, always being the leader. No, she had also been an aggressor, equally guiding him down a path of incredible mutual passion, over which he had not previously trod. It was an awesome, humbling experience, one which he would always treasure fondly, no matter what might befall them in the future.

He turned his skis back down the trail and approached her, side by side. He reached out his arms wide to her and she leaned into him, hugging him tightly. She twisted her head so their goggles wouldn’t interfere and pressed her warm mouth hard against his. Their tongues danced with each other and her hands swept up over his back and shoulders to grasp his head and hold it firmly, ensuring their ravenous mouths did not slip from each other.

For a few moments, their recently experienced passion raced through them, their bodies twisting and thrusting awkwardly, their feet still held firmly in their ski boots attached to their skis. Then, at the same moment, they pulled back from each other, looked down at their legs and burst out laughing, their hands still holding each other’s. To Dell, her laughter was like the tinkling of fine silver bells, so light, so charming, yet so warm in tone…

Holding each other at arm’s length, they both just beamed at each other, reveling in their mutual love and joy. Let’s get back home she said softly.

Yes Dell said, I’m for that. He poled past her, flipped his skis again and poled back into stride, moving across the open space toward the next group of trees.

When they were crossing the final open meadow before the road, Dell could just make out what he thought was their SUV, largely covered with snow. He headed them toward it. As they got closer he could tell that the plows had not been up the road this far yet.

He reigned in next to the SUV and leaning against the vehicle, removed his skis. The snow was about three feet deep where he was standing, looking across at the mound of snow on top of the SUV. Stacking his skis and poles against the side of it; he high-stepped his way through the deep snow to the back door.

Fortunately, the vehicle had had time to cool to air temperature before the storm hit with the result that no ice had formed at the base of the snow and he was able to easily brush it away to reveal the top of the door, where it hinged. Next, he, with Jenna working at his side, cleared the snow away from the door, until it could be opened upward. He reached inside and grabbed the shovel he always carried there in the winter months. Setting it against the side of the car, they helped each other to remove their packs and placed them inside the back of the SUV.

Darling, glancing down to ensure the tailpipe was clear of snow, can you crawl over the seats and start the car? I’ll shovel us clear.

She hopped into the back space, turned back and removed her boots. She put them ataşehir escort on the floor of the back seat as she climbed over it to sit in the driver’s seat, sliding down feet first. Her set of keys was in her right-hand zippered pocket. She pulled them out, selected the ignition key and inserted it into the switch. She turned the key and much to both their delight, the engine caught immediately and roared into life.

In the meantime, Dell was aggressively attacking the snow that had drifted around and under the car, clearing the wheel tracks on the sides and the front out to the road. He guessed that he had reached the road, remembering how far the car had been parked from it. But, it was only a guess as the road was covered with about one and a half to two feet of snow.

Jenna had removed her goggles and her smiling radiance was flowing through the windshield to Dell. A flood of warmth flowed through him as he felt her attention on him, bathing him in love.

At the height of that wondrous moment, they both heard the grinding sound of a snowplow coming up the road. Dell waved the snow shovel above his head, signaling to the driver where they were. He waved back and continued on, laughing, as the plow washed up a four foot ridge of snow across the path that Dell had just shoveled out in front of the SUV. The plow continued up the road, over the top of the ridge above them – out of sight, but they could still hear it rumbling along.

Dell turned to Jenna and they both broke out into gales of laughter again. She turned the motor off and got out of the SUV. They both, still laughing, fell into each other’s arms and embraced tightly. Jenna stepped back and said, Daddy. It’s my turn for a bit. She grabbed the shovel from his hand and began to attack the snowplow induced ridge blocking their entry to the road. They both knew they would not have to take it to ground level as the 4X4 with chains on all four wheels would push through two feet of snow easily. Even if it were close-packed, they would ride over it.

Jenna worked at the ridge, tossing the snow to the side, not onto the road. When she’d got the left side down to about two feet, having removed about half of what had to be done; she turned and handed the shovel to Dell. He had cleaned off the top of the SUV and clamped their skis and poles to the roof rack. She knew better than to prevent him from doing his share. She was so in tune with his evenhandedness, his fairness in all things; she simply knew he would feel best if he had cleared half the ridge and she had cleared half the ridge. It was just the way he was and she loved him for it. He shared everything good with her and tried to avoid giving her anything bad.

When he was done, he handed her the shovel and she put it in the back of the SUV, closed the door and got in the passenger side. She put her seat belt on and reached her hand across to rest tenderly on his on the steering wheel. They looked at each other and grinned.

Let’s go home, sweetheart, he said.

Jenna giggled and mewed, Oh, yesss, let’s go home and get in bed… and then added, shyly, I’m a little tired.

As always, Jenna remained alert, supportive of Dell as he drove down the freshly plowed half-road, out of the higher elevations to the valley where their home nestled against a rise with a southern exposure. They pulled into their drive, crossed the bridge over the creek which ran parallel to the ridge and the road and pulled up in front of the garage. Snow had fallen here, too, but only about six inches.

Jenna had pressed the clicker for the automatic garage door opener when they crossed the creek and returned it to the glove compartment. Dell knew the skis and poles on the roof rack would clear the open garage door (the door was the type which rolled up in horizontal segments on tracks), so he rolled on in. He braked with the windshield just touching the tennis ball he had suspended with string from the ceiling to show exactly where to park the SUV in the garage. This, so he could raise the hood if need be, but still be far enough in to close the door behind it. Jenna appreciated all these little thoughtful touches, so characteristic of her father. He just made things so easy for others to be around him, she thought fondly.

The sun was setting behind them as they both got out of the car. Sweetheart. Why don’t we unpack tomorrow? Let’s just change into something comfortable and get some dinner.

Dell pressed the button to close the garage door. It was mounted on the wall next to the door entering into their kitchen. The house was cozy and warm as they went through turning on lights as needed and heading upstairs, Dell to his bedroom to change and Jenna to her bathroom, to pee. As she relieved herself, she smelt the lingering scent of her sex combined with his semen on the hairs of her pussy. Her mind raced through the events of the past twenty-four hours.

Touching herself softly on her sensitive slit, she became immediately aroused. kadıköy escort She felt her slit become wet and her fingertip slid easily inside her vagina. She pulled her finger up very slowly, feeling every nerve tingle as her finger stroked up over her hood and stopped atop her engorged clit. She pressed down on it ever so slightly and exploded with an orgasm.

Oh, daddy I want you again she whispered softly to herself.

Jenna pulled up her panties and pants, flushed the toilet and went out to her bedroom. There, she stripped, and standing in front of the full length mirror which covered the sliding door to her walk-in closet, inspected her naked body. There was a ‘hickey’ at the base of her throat. This was her daddy’s mark. She stood taller, proud of it and feeling warm and desirable. Her body flushed and she felt that tingle again in her pussy.

She strode out of the room naked, back into her bathroom to take a shower. She no longer felt the need to cover herself should Dell see her naked. She was proud of her femininity. She wanted to get ready for her daddy again. She wanted to please him, to make him proud of her as a woman, and to want her as a woman…

Jenna’s return to Idaho State after the Christmas break was accompanied by a new sense of exhilaration within her. She was totally confident in her future, her future as a medical doctor and her future as a sensual woman. She was not yet certain with whom she would share her life, acknowledging that Dell was really the only man she had ever known. While she had not dated before, she knew she could open up that door any time she wanted to. Now, she was fully prepared to venture out and find out what that world was about and determine what, if any of it, was of interest to her.

Before she had left her father she had insisted he begin dating. He had told her he’d think about it. He said he wasn’t sure that’s what he wanted to do at this time. Deep down, she realized she was relieved to hear him say that. She knew society didn’t accept their having a sexual relationship, and she wasn’t really sure they’d ever be together again, that way. But, she still wanted that option to be open to them if that’s what they both decided to do.

When Jenna told her room mate, Diane, that she wanted to start dating, Diane was delighted. Diane was an active participant in the social life available on campus. Diane was excited about the prospects of showing off Jenna to her male and female friends. Jenna was a ‘prize’ and Diane knew it. Jenna’s relative innocence (as far as Diane knew about it) was a strong positive point which would attract the more aggressive males like an alpha male wolf to a bitch in heat. It was ridiculous, she thought, how some men thought that taking a virgin was such a big deal. An experienced woman was infinitely better. Well, so be it – she had the experience and Jenna was the bait.

The following Saturday night there was a party at the Phi Kappa Tau fraternity house. Diane wrangled an invitation for both Jenna and herself. Diane had dated the fraternity Vice President, Bill Lawson, a few times and knew him to be a horny dude. When she told him about Jenna and what she looked like, pointing her out on the soccer field during a practice, he licked his chops, so to speak. So did Diane. She was confident Bill wouldn’t get anywhere with Jenna and she’d be there to ‘pick up the pieces’, inheriting a monstrous hard-on to use for her own pleasure. She was in for more than one surprise.

When Diane saw what Jenna had dressed in for the party, her mouth dropped open. My God Jenna had on a tight, form-fitting, silk dress with a low bodice which beautifully showed off enough of her gorgeous breasts to give a hard-on to the Sphinx. And, the length of the hemline showed off her shapely legs exquisitely sculpted by three inch heels. Jenna’s hair was down, parted to the left and flowing softly about her shoulders (instead of her usual pony tail). Diane was awestruck. Jezuuzzz she thought. She’s gonna get mobbed Then, Diane began to have second thoughts about what she had become a party to. Well, too bad, we can’t back out now. Besides, who knows, it just might work out fine…

When Diane and Jenna stepped through the door of the frat house, they were met by a pledge, assigned to look after the guests’ coats, etc. They tapped the snow lightly off their shoes onto the entry hall rug, slipped their gloves into their coat pockets and handed their coats to the pledge ‘doorman’. Jenna stepped back and squaring her shoulders, stood tall and straight, smoothing out her dress around her hips and shoulders. She felt vibrant and her body flushed with excitement. Well, here goes, she thought. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Across the hallway, just inside the main salon, Bill Lawson stared, his mouth agog…Christ, was this Jenna Anderson? His cock twitched and immediately began to engorge. She’s a queen Yes, it had to be because she was with Diane. Wow, this was going to be quite some night, he bostancı escort bayan dreamed.

Jenna sensed eyes on her and looked up to scan the area in front of her. Every eye was on her, male and female. The teenaged Catherine Deneuve didn’t look more ravishing. Jenna, never nonplused, turned to Diane and said, Well, what now?

Just as the words escaped her luscious lips, Bill Lawson approached, talking to Diane, but with his eyes fixed on Jenna. Hi, Diane, so glad you could come. You have to introduce me to this gorgeous creature.

Bill felt his natural good looks and carefully cultivated charm could sweep any prospect he desired into his bed. Little did he know how absurd he looked in Jenna’s eyes, noting clearly the insincerity of his words and demeanor. Without realizing it at first she unconsciously compared Bill to Dell. This kid, Bill, she mused could go shove it up his…

Jenna reached out her hand to shake Bill’s, proffered to her. Jenna, where she was raised among mountain folk, was used to shaking a hand, not a wimpy stick. Then she realized Bill was grimacing in her grasp and let go of his hand. Oh, I’m sorry, she apologized. I really didn’t mean to inflict any bodily harm, she teased.

I’m Jenna Anderson, she volunteered, and you are…?

Bill Lawson. I’m the Vice President of our chapter of Phi Kappa Tau, he preened. Welcome to our house. Can I get you a drink?

Yeah, Diane said. I’d like a gin and tonic.

Jenna said, Thank you, may I have a coke with ice, please? I don’t drink alcohol. I found out years ago that I didn’t like the effect it created.

Her parents had let her take sips when they had company over for parties and one time, when Jenna was seven, she gulped down what she thought was ice water. That Vodka on the rocks nearly swept her away – she coughed and coughed and then got sick, throwing up all over herself. No, alcohol was not for her.

Diane and Jenna drifted toward the salon where people were dancing on the bare, hardwood floor to the sound of a full 5.1 digital sound system, professionally installed. Jenna had taken ballroom dancing lessons when she was twelve and felt comfortable on a dance floor, even though her experience outside the class was limited to her mom and dad dancing with her in the kitchen when the mood struck them, just for fun.

A tall, very good-looking, dark-haired young man approached them with their drinks. Good evening, ladies. Which one of you gets the coke? he asked politely. Jenna smiled one of her radiant best and reached for the glass, confronting him boldly.

He almost dropped the glass of coke, staring intently into her flashing blue eyes, captivated. He fumbled Diane’s drink to her and apologized for his clumsiness. Diane turned to Jenna and whispered, I’m not sure this was such a good idea, coming here tonight. Nobody’s had a chance to really see you before and you’re knocking them speechless, er, dead, ah, you know what I mean…

Gee Whiz, Diane. I’m just me. I can’t help what I was born with. I’m sorry. Do you want me to leave?

Jenna Anderson…nobody said anything about your leaving, least of all, me. You’re one of the dearest, most genuine persons I’ve ever known. We’re going to see this through. Remember, this is your first time out, so don’t feel you’re causing any problem. It’s these slavering, pussy-hungry idiots, drooling after you that are the problem. I was hoping to find somebody that you might tweak to, but I’m afraid we’ve struck out so far.

As these last words trailed from Diane’s mouth, another tall, good-looking, broad-shouldered and fit young man walked by them. This guy was blond haired, like Jenna. He smiled politely at them and, as if he were hit suddenly with an afterthought, he stopped and turned to them.

He asked both women, Have we met before? You both look familiar. At another party, perhaps? My name is Ryan Miller. He reached out his hand and shook Diane’s first, then, Jenna’s. It was a firm hand, not wimpy, Jenna noted.

Oh, wait. I know, still holding Jenna’s hand casually. You’re one of the cheerleaders for the football and basketball squads and, he emphasized, you’re on the soccer team. One of the better, if not the best, scorers. You’re Jenna Anderson, he said, in an excited tone of voice. I’ve watched you on the field. Lady, you’re good he exclaimed.

His seemingly genuine praise was getting through to Jenna. He was the first male she’d met on campus who seemed to know what he was doing, outside her professors and coaches.

Thank you, she said demurely, and you’re the Ryan Miller, the basketball team’s leading All-American candidate and Academic All-American, I might add. Nobody could ever say Jenna wasn’t aware of what was going on around her even when she wasn’t a direct participant.

He beamed that she knew of him. He certainly was impressed with her and had secretly been admiring her from afar, noting her shyness at certain things and her supreme dominance concerning other things. He had asked a friend of his, an assistant prof in the Biology Department, about her grades – 4.0 – don’t find ’em better, and she understands her material. She can think with it and apply it, he was told. Yes, she was impressive, in every respect.

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The phone rang in Courtney’s hand, and for a split second, it frightened the living crap out of her. It was just so unexpected that when she’d pick up the phone to confirm her date tonight that it would come to life with a shrill cry in her fingers that she almost dropped the receiver with a shriek. Instead, she got a hold of herself and answered, her slim finger pressing the talk button.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Courtney? It’s Melvin,” the voice on the other line said.

“What a coincidence! I was just about to call you,” she said with a smile. She always found it funny how things like that worked. She twirled the phone cord between her fingers; Courtney hadn’t switched to a cordless because she wasn’t sure what she would do with her hands if she didn’t have something to play with during conversations. It was one of her little tics.

“I just wanted to make sure that we’re still on for tonight,” Melvin said, his voice obscured by the snap, crackle, popping of static; she assumed that he must be on his cell. Courtney’s hazel eyes moved to a hanging mirror on one wall, and she gave herself a quick looking over. She still had some work to do, but she figured she would be ready. The only x-factor would be the nervousness that kept her stomach in knots.

“Yes, of course. Pick me up at eight?” she said.

“Sounds wonderful. I’ll see you then,” Melvin replied.

“I can’t wait,” Courtney said, and she wished Melvin could see the size of her smile.

***

Melvin flipped his cell phone closed and tucked it down the pocket of his jacket. A sense of overwhelming relief flooded over him, and his face felt a little flushed with a warm glow. He sighed. He still had his date with Courtney tonight; she would not be standing him up. At least, not yet.

“So how’d it go?” Morgan the witch asked, a thin grin creasing her lips. Melvin didn’t understand why she asked him questions when she probably knew the answer anyway; she just liked to tease him. Were all supernatural beings so coy and trite? Not that Melvin minded; it was better than having her being some kind of cackling, evil monster like the Wicked Witch of the West or something.

“Good. We’re still on,” he said. Morgan nodded and pushed her long dark ponytail over her shoulder.

“I told you as much. When will you ever learn to listen?” she said.

“Maybe when you stop feeling the need to be so mysterious all the time and just talk straight to us. You know, for a change,” Bridget Briswell said from her position next to Morgan. She sounded annoyed, but then her face brightened and broke out into a musical laugh. “Not that I mind. I think you just do it because you think it makes you sexier.”

Melvin’s eyebrows raised. The two women seemed on much friendlier terms after he’d taken Morgan’s Rejuvenator and passed out for a few moments; before then, Bridget had treated Morgan with a mix of distrust and disdain, only because she felt so protective of Melvin. Bridget was his lawyer, after all.

“Well, it does make me sexier, don’t you think?” Morgan said playfully.

Bridget hesitated, ran a hand through Morgan’s black hair and said, “Maybe.”

Melvin swallowed. Something was definitely going on between the two of them. How long had he really been out? It had felt like only a few seconds but…

His thought was broken by Pachelbel’s Canon in D, the chosen ring of Melvin’s cell phone. He fumbled in the pocket of his jacket and raised the phone to his ear, mashing it on before the song could make it all the way through.

“Hello?” Melvin said.

“Melvin, it’s Richie. Sorry to interrupt whatever’s going on with that Briswell chick, but your ex is on the hunt. She was over here today and… well, we should talk. Meet me in your office. She even had a run in with Crabapple,” Richie Golding’s voice buzzed in Melvin’s ear. Melvin’s brow knotted, and he felt a disgusted twist in his stomach. Just when things were looking up, Abby had to show up with her surgically enhanced breasts and ruin everything.

“I’ll be right there.”

***

His mind racing as he walked through his building’s lobby towards the elevators, Melvin didn’t see the woman mopping, the wet floor, nor the bucket of soapy water until he’d lost his footing, slid a about a foot and knocked it over, its foamy gray contents squirting across the floor. The cleaning woman, a young woman with most of her hair tucked under a tan baseball cap with the word “Janitor” written across the top, flashed him a look of undisguised disdain.

Bridget had dropped him off in front of the building and drove off to park in her reserved space in the garage, and Melvin was glad that she wasn’t here to see him sliding around the tile like one of the Three Stooges. He had fallen sharply to his knees, and he struggled to get up, murmuring quick apologies.

“Didn’t you see the sign? Wet floor, buddy,” she said, her mop held threateningly in her hands.

“What is going on here?” bellowed a low, strained voice approaching through ataşehir escort the lobby. Melvin regained his balance and saw a thin, white-haired man with a Hitler mustache coming towards them like a moth attracted to flame. The man had on the same kind of tan uniform that the cleaning woman wore, and he looked ready to crack some skulls. Melvin visualized the angry, mustached man tearing out the uniformed girl’s heart and eating it raw in front of her eyes. Not a pleasant thought.

“Aw, shit. My supervisor,” the cleaning woman said, a grim expression on her face. Melvin caught the look of dread on the woman’s face and knew that he didn’t want have her held responsible for his folly.

“You clumsy bitch! Are you injured, sir?” the supervisor said with a vehement snarl towards the woman and a mock concern aimed at Melvin. No doubt that the man wanted Melvin to accuse the cleaning woman of incompetence or negligence or something so he’d have an excuse to fire her. Melvin wondered what the man had against her. She was an attractive woman, her ebony skin like smooth chocolate, intelligent dark brown eyes, and a youthful face with stunningly sculpted features. Not your typical cleaning woman.

“No, no. It’s all my fault. I wasn’t paying attention and just walked right through the area this young woman was mopping. I didn’t see the sign,” Melvin said, pointing a finger at the obvious yellow sign cautioning everyone with the bold letters : CAUTION WET FLOOR. To be honest, Melvin knew that the sign was hard to miss. “There was a lot going on in my mind, and I just missed it.”

“Right,” the man turned to the woman. “Tasha, you get off with a warning. But next time, put the sign where ANYONE can see it.” His voice had a sarcastic edge, careful not too sound too condescending towards Melvin, but Melvin caught a whiff of the man’s bitterness like dog shit on a flowery spring breeze. The man whirled on his heels and stormed off to crawl back into whatever dank pit of hell he’d come. Melvin knew the type well; he worked for one than one of them.

Tasha sighed, wiped her sleeve against her forehead and said, “Thanks, man. That asshole’s been after me since I stopped him from copping a feel in the storage closet.”

Melvin nodded and replied, “Yeah, I kinda got a boss like that.”

“You?” Tasha laughed and held a hand against her chest, the other still holding the wooden handle of her mop. “I GUESS I can see a guy like you being sexually harassed. Good to know it’s not just poor, helpless girls like me.” She winked and turned to the bucket to set it back up on its wheels. “Got to clean this mess up.”

“Here, let me help you,” Melvin offered, and Tasha allowed him to take a hold of the mop and bucket and push it backs towards the supply closet. Melvin still felt bad about the trouble he caused her and wanted to help her out in any way he could. Still, he knew that Richie was waiting on him; he checked his watch. He had some time to kill, he figured. He waited while Tasha pulled on the keys attached to her work belt and sorted for the right one. A dark lock of hair escaped from under her cap and slipped down her neck, curly and long. Melvin found it very becoming, and he wondered what he was doing here, standing outside the door of a supply closert with a beautiful woman. He guessed his motives weren’t entirely innocent. Tasha caught his glance and tucked the hair back under the hat.

“Kinda new here, sorry. Not a full-time cleaning woman. Just got to pay the bills,” she said, nodding towards the keys. She smiled when she found the right one and stuck it into the door.

“Well, if you’re not a cleaning woman, what are you?” Melvin asked as she took the mop out of his hands, placed it in a corner and pushed the bucket under a leaky faucet. She twisted the faucet on and started to refill the yellow bucket with fresh water. She poured in a dab of cleaning solution.

“A student. It’s my second year. Gonna be a photographer,” Tasha said distractedly, her eyes fluttering from the filling bucket to Melvin.

“Hey, my niece… well, actually, my ex wife’s niece… she wants to do the same thing. Maybe you know her,” Melvin said, his voice a little shaky.

There wasn’t a lot of room in the supply closet to maneuver, and Tasha’s ass kept brushing against Melvin. He assumed that it was inadvertant, that she wasn’t trying to turn him on, but it was happening and now Melvin wanted to do something about it. She was a young, attractive woman, and he’d had a fantasy for a long time about fucking a cleaning woman in a supply closet. The only problem was that Melvin had yet to be the aggressor in any of his sexual activities. He swallowed. He needed to find out if Morgan’s Rejuvenator really worked, right? And he had the magic love juice on his side.

“What’s her name?” Tasha asked, and Melvin was now sure that she was pushing her ass into him on purpose. Melvin reached behind him, found the door to the supply closet and shut it. Hearing the click of the lock, Tasha kadıköy escort twisted off the faucet and turned around.

“Tina Swift. I fucked her in a men’s bathroom today just like I want to fuck you in this closet, right now,” Melvin said, his heart thrumming in his chest. Tasha slowly backed against the opposite wall in the small closet, a doe-eyed look of innocence on her face. She was playing along, Melvin realized; she wanted him to be the assertive one. Chalk up another new experience for Melvin MacMuffin, folks. A woman who actually wanted HIM to take advantage of HER.

“I know Tina. She’s my roommate this semester…” She gulped. “I got drunk at this one party, and she ate my pussy out under the kitchen table. It was the hottest thing I’d ever done. Until now,” Tasha whispered. A strange smile split her lips. “Hot fucking must run in the family.”

Melvin stepped towards her, sweeping her cap off with one hand and pushing her harshly against the wall with the other. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and she gasped as Melvin’s lips overtook hers. Her kisses were gentle but passionate, and she moaned as Melvin leaned into her body.

Melvin wasn’t completely sure how to proceed since he wasn’t used to being dominate in any aspect of life much less in the sex department. How forceful should he be? Forceful but not scary, he assumed, but that was a fine line to walk. He wondered how she would react to him tearing off her clothes like a barbarian.

He placed his hands just above the top button of her uniform, licked his lips in concentration and ripped her shirt open, two buttons tearing and flittering across the floor. Tasha gasped in mock surprise, and a hungry look flashed in her eyes. She liked it. Encouraged, Melvin pulled her lacy bra over her heaving mounds and took one plump brown tit in his mouth, sucked on it and then switched to the other tit. Tasha whimpered and fisted a hand in Melvin’s hair.

Time was of the essence, considering the large puddle in the middle of the lobby that Tasha was responsible for cleaning and that Melvin was expected in his office by Richie at any moment, so they wasted no time in tearing each other out of their clothes. Melvin pulled Tasha’s shirt over her creamy shoulders while she fumbled with Melvin’s fly. Unleashing Melvin’s straining meat, she stroked him with one hand, gaining heat, tickling his balls with the other. Melvin then pulled Tasha’s pants and underwear to her knees and maneuvered himself behind her. In moment, he was slipping into her hot pussy, her ass wriggling as she squirmed in pleasure.

“Oh, fuck. That’s it,” Tasha murmured as Melvin began to pump his cock into her, thrusting deep and hard. She arched her back, pushing into him, and Melvin pounded at her pussy, sweat starting to drip down his face. He blinked as a salty bead threatened to drop off an eyelash and into his eye. His hands sunk into the soft flesh of her hips, and he clenched his eyes shut. Being in control was a different feeling for him, somehow powerful and authoritative; he could do with her as he liked. Still, he could tell she wanted it rough and dirty, so he’d allow her that satisfaction. But mostly only because he wanted it rough and dirty as well.

“You like it hard, baby?” Melvin said between breaths. Tasha put her hands on the walls and grinded back into Melvin’s pelvis, taking him even deeper inside the moist walls of her vagina. Melvin gritted his teeth and waves of pleasure swooped over him and made his legs feel wobbly.

“Love… gettin… it… ROUGH!” Tasha grunted and crashed into him as another bolt of ecstasy rushed through them. She stood up just enough to allow Melvin to grasp her swinging pendulum breasts as he pumped his cock into her sopping wetness. Her titties were so huge, Melvin could hardly find a decent purchase on them with his hands. Her ass smacked against him with a sweaty clap.

The fact that Tasha was fucking a complete stranger in the cleaning supply closet hit her and took her to the edge of her lust. Tasha’s passion was overcome by a surging wave from her lower body, and she became blanketed with tingly shivers. She stifled a cry as she came on Melvin’s throbbing tool. Meanwhile, Melvin’s head swirled, and he felt his muscles clench before spewing his thick load down the side of Tasha’s cool leg. They pulled apart and took some time to catch their breath. After a moment, they slowly and quietly began to sort through their clothes without speaking. Finally, Tasha broke the silence.

“Well, THAT was interesting,” she said with a breathless laugh, and Melvin laughed with her.

***

Straightening his tie, Melvin didn’t see Bridget Briswell when he stepped into the elevator until she tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up, saw her and smiled brightly. She didn’t look pleased.

“You’re just getting into the elevator? Where have you been?” Bridget said, her eyes narrowing to thin slits. She frowned at him.

“Met a girl and got to know her in the supply closet,” bostancı escort bayan Melvin said with a wink. He knew that Bridget of all people would appreciate his sordid adventures as she had played a part in more than one of them. Bridget turned from side-to-side as if confirming that they were the only two in the elevator and grasped Melvin’s arm with a tight grip, pulling him close to her.

“You’re just having sex with random women now just because you CAN?” Bridget said with disgust. Melvin’s eyes widened in surprise; he figured that Bridget would have commended him on the change that had taken place over his sexual nature the last two days. Hadn’t Melvin been the one to liberate her from the tight-laced lawyer bitch she was less than a week ago?

“Melvin, remember what the witch said about stepping on the wrong people’s toes. Don’t you think you should exercise a little bit of caution about who you sleep with?” Bridget whispered harshly, and her eyebrows raised in concern. Melvin licked her lips and wondered why she was suddenly so worried about the kind of women he boned. Had it been something that the witch had said, or was Bridget just…

“Jealous?” Melvin said. Bridget’s mouth gaped open in response. She stammered and realized that Melvin was partially right. She was jealous in a way, worried that she would not be the one picked by Melvin when he had to make his choice. The last thing she needed was more competition, but that wasn’t the reason she had expressed her concern. She knew that Melvin was traveling a dangerous road, having handfuls of women desperate to feel his touch and battling each other to be the one chosen by him.

“No, not jealous. It’s just that… you have to be careful playing with people’s emotions. The women you make love to, it’s not like you just fuck them, and they go on their merry way. You make a… connection, one that they’re not easily going to want to give up,” she said.

Melvin nodded. He knew this, and he didn’t like the thought of just taking advantage of women because he could. This was the very kind of thing he hated about his ex wife, using her sexuality for her own personal satisfaction without a care for anyone else. Had this what he’d just done with the woman downstairs? All the other women had been the ones to at least initiate any sexual contact, and Melvin could live with that. But now? He had Courtney to think about, the one woman he still might actually want to start up a relationship. And he cared about Bridget, too, and he didn’t want to hurt her either.

“There’s no reason for you to feel jealous,” Melvin said, leaned in and kissed her delicately on the lips. Already he could feel his cock hardening in his pants; apparently the witch’s Rejuvenator was more potent than he expected. Bridget kissed him back with her soft and sweet lips, her hands slipping under Melvin’s jacket and rubbing against his chest.

The elevator lurched, dinged, and the doors slid open. Melvin and Bridget quickly separated before they could be seen grabbing at each other like horny high schoolers.

“Your floor,” Bridget said with a smile and pushed him through the doors.

***

Olivia Crabapple waited for Melvin in his office. She sat on the front of his desk, a long plaid skirt dangling below her knees, and had one of Melvin’s portfolios opened in her hands. She looked up at him as he entered and smiled endearingly at him. Melvin gulped. She was not the same woman from two days ago when she was stealing his work and claiming for her own. Now she had become an almost tolerable boss, believe it or not. Olivia placed Melvin’s portfolio on his desk back where she found it.

“Melvin, where have you been? Are you ok?” she asked, sliding off the desk and stepping towards him. She reached one an arm and gripped his upper arm with one hand, a look of concern plastered across her attractive face. Her cropped, bleached blonde hair shone in the overhead lights, and her green eyes glittered.

“Yes, I was feeling a little ill after lunch, but I’m all right now,” Melvin said, unable to escape her roving hands. She roamed around him and blocked any quick exit through his office door.

“Your ex wife was here looking for you. Left a message on your desk, but I threw it away. You know better than to get mixed up with the likes of her again, right? Not when you have something better and more willing right in front of you,” she said in a soft voice, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him close to her.

“Abigail and I are through, Olivia. That’s not something you have to worry about,” Melvin replied, feeling Olivia’s hands unbuckle his belt and slip into his pants. His cock hardened once touched by her cool fingers.

“That’s what I like to hear,” she cooed. She slid down to her knees and looked up at Melvin with wanting green eyes. Her hands began to pull down his pants, and Melvin didn’t make a move to stop her. The Rejuvenator had made his sex drive insatiable and still hadn’t shifted to top gear. He swallowed, and his throat felt dry.

“Know what else I like to hear, my little fuck bunny?” Olivia asked, pulling out Melvin’s stiff member and licking its underside like a little girl with a popsicle. Melvin shivered in pleasure. She smacked her lips.

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—–In my second year of college, I lived on the floor that was co-ed. The dorm was usually split 50/50, with the women on the west half of the complex, and the men on the east. But that year, there were more women than men, so they put about 10 or 12 girls on the men’s side. It took a while to get used to seeing the girls walk by my room only wearing a towel as they went to and from the women’s showers, which were on the other half of the floor.

—–The prettiest of these girls was Sunny. She was, like me, from a small town in the north. Not the same town, but only 50 or 60 miles away from where I grew up. I never really spoke to Sunny, other to say hello in passing. Other guys seemed to vie for her attention constantly. I’d heard she had a boyfriend back at home, and to be honest, I was a little intimidated by how pretty she was, so I just never really said much at all to her. Plus with my classes, 3 work-study jobs, an on-again-off-again girlfriend back at home, and a couple of girlfriends here at school, I was pretty busy.

—–This was before the age of the internet, cell-phones, and social media. Our dorm rooms had no telephones or cable TV. There was a big-screen (projection) TV in the open basement recreation area, and a locked ‘screening lounge’ that students could reserve for watching movies. There were a couple of couches in there, as well as a TV and a VCR.

—–One night, my room-mate was studying for an exam, so I wandered to the basement to watch TV. Sunny was down there watching the nightly news. I asked if I could join her and she nodded so I sat on the opposite side of the couch. We watched the news, and then Saturday Night Live came on. We laughed at the monologue from the host, and then started talking about random stuff. Eventually, we ended up sitting next to each other since we were talking.

She asked me, “How come you never talked to me before?”

“I say ‘Hello.’ when I see you in the hallways.” I told her.

“You’re not in your room very much.” She said. “The only time you ever have your door open is in the morning, when I’m heading to or from the shower. You’re never there in the afternoons or evenings, and it’s rare that you’re here on a weekend.”

“I work 3 work-study jobs, and I’m trying for 16 credits this semester.” I replied. “I used to have a weekend job back home, but I just quit it. It got to be too much, going home every weekend just to work.”

“4 jobs, plus 16 credits!” She exclaimed, “Are you trying to burn yourself out?”

“It was a bit too much.” I said. “So now I’m here over the weekends. I must say, it’s very quiet around here.”

“Most people go home.” She said. “It gets pretty boring. This is the first time I’ve watched SNL with anyone. I usually just watch it by myself and then go to my room and go to bed.”

—–Of course, at that time, 4 other students, 2 boys and 2 girls came down and sat with us. They had beer and popcorn. They were passing the popcorn back and forth over us so I asked Sunny if she would like to move over to the love seat and let the 4 rowdy people sit together. She said to me, “It was nicer before they were here. I wish I had TV in my room so we could go somewhere quieter to watch it. I told her I had a small TV in my room, but my room-mate was studying. Then I remembered I had made a copy of the key to the screening room earlier in the year.

“I have an idea.” I told her. “Come with me.” We went up to the first floor, by the office. The door to the screening room was visible from the front desk, but no one was at the desk so I took out my key and let us in.

“How did you get a key?” Sunny asked.

“I just made a copy at the hardware store.” I replied.

“Smart thinking.” She said, as she went over and turned on the TV. We sat together on the couch and resumed watching SNL. When it ended, the local NBC station went off the air. “Well, now what?” She asked.

There was no cable in the screening room, but occasionally people left VHS movies in there. I looked around, and in the bottom of the end table I found a tape.

“I found a movie.” I told her. “But you probably won’t want to watch it.”

“I’m not tired yet.” She said. “I’ll watch anything, no matter how stupid it is.”

It was called, “The Maddams family” and it was rated XXX. I showed it to her and asked, “Are you sure you want to watch this one?”

“Why not?” She asked. “How bad can it be?”

“Have you ever watched one of these before?” I asked.

“I’ve seen the guys watching them on Thursday nights, down in room 312.” She said. “I never went in, but I’ve caught a few glimpses walking by.”

“It’s ataşehir escort probably going to be pretty graphic.” I explained.

“I can handle graphic.” She replied. “It’s late at night. That’s when graphic happens, right?”

“Okay.” I said, and popped in the tape and hit rewind to start from the beginning. Sunny had found a couple of pillows and a small throw-type blanket. I turned off the lights and sat on the couch with her and we shared the blanket.

“Ooohhh, romantic.” She said jokingly.

So we started watching it. It was an X-rated spoof on “The Addams family.” It was pretty typical 80’s porn fare. A lame plot, a dumb story line, horrible acting, cheesy music and graphic close ups. The first scene ended in a ‘doggy style scene with ‘Cortez’ pulling out and cumming on ‘Orticia’s ass.

Sunny asked me, “Did you like that?”

“It was okay.” I replied.

The second scene was a girl on girl scene between Tuesday and ‘Cousin Tit’. We laughed at the name and then she asked, “Do you like watching 2 women together?”

“I’d rather watch just regular couples.” I told her.

“Me, too.” She said. “Let’s fast forward this.”

So we skipped ahead to the next two scenes; the first one showed Tuesday getting some ‘practice’ with ‘Cortez’ and it finished with a blow job and then a hand job with a cumshot all over Tuesday’s boobs.

The other scene showed ‘Cousin Tit’ with ‘Uncle Pester’. That one finished when ‘Uncle Pester’ pulled out and released a nice cumshot onto ‘Cousin Tit’s stomach.

“So why can’t guys do that in real life?” Sunny asked me.

“What do you mean?” I asked in return.

“Everybody I’ve been with always finished inside of me, and it just causes me lots of problems.” She said. “I tried using condoms, but I discovered I was allergic to latex. Then I found out I was allergic to polyurethane and spermicide as well. I get really irritated from them. So I went on the pill. But then I also ended up getting some kind of allergic reaction whenever my boyfriend would squirt it inside me at the end.”

“Why didn’t you just ask him not to do it inside you? Especially if it affects you that way” I asked.

“I did ask him once, but he came inside me anyway. He said he just couldn’t stop. I was actually going to tell him to try doing it again, but we broke up when I left for school this past summer so I didn’t get the chance. He said he wanted to see other people.”

“What a jerk.” I said.

“Yeah,” She replied. “So I haven’t done it in like 8 months.”

“That’s a long time.” I told her. We went back to watching the movie. The final scene showed ‘Crotch’ (instead of ‘Lurch’) with 2 women. At the end, he pulled out and ejaculated on one woman’s back while the other woman watched him do it. Again, Sunny asked me, “Did you like that?”

“I did.” I answered.

“If you were with a girl, and you were having sex,” She said, “And if you both decided that you were going to, you know… pull out at the end? Would you rather do it like ‘Crotch’ or like ‘Uncle Pester’?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“If you pulled out right before you came, would you rather do it on the girl’s back or on her stomach?”

“Oh. On her stomach, I guess.” I said. “I’ve done that already a few times, so I’ve gotten pretty good at it.”

“You’ve done that in real life?” She asked.

“I have, but only on their stomachs.” I replied. “Hey, a guy has to do something when he doesn’t have a condom, and the girl’s not on the pill.”

“And you said you’re good at it?”

“I’d say I got pretty good at it. None of them ended up pregnant.” I replied. “At least not that I know about. Knock on wood.” I knocked on the end table for luck. The credits ended, and we rewound the movie and I got ready to put it back where I found it.

“I wish there was another one of those we could watch.” Sunny said. “I’m kind of wired now.”

“We could watch it again.” I suggested.

“Do you want to?” She asked.

“I’m game if you are.” I replied. So we started watching it again. When the first scene ended, she asked me, “You haven’t done it like that, huh? On the girl’s back?”

“Nope.”

“Do you think you’d ever want to?”

“I’m sure I will someday.” I told her. “If I’m with someone, and we’re in that position when the time comes… Well, when it happens it happens, right?”

We skipped the lesbian scene again and watched the scene where ‘Uncle Pester’ pulled out and unloaded all over the stomach of ‘Cousin Tit’.

“So that’s how you’ve done it before, eh?” She asked.

“Pretty much.” kadıköy escort I replied.

“Did you like doing it like that?”

“I did.”

“Did the girls like it?”

“I think so.” I answered.

“I would think so, too.” She said in return.

“Would you like it?” I asked her teasingly.

“What are you asking me?” She asked.

“Would you like it if I did that with you?”

“Maybe.” She answered with a smile. “Let’s watch that part again.”

So we rewound the tape and watched again as ‘Cousin Tit’ got her belly soaked with cum.

“Did you see how he even got some on her boob?” Sunny asked. “Have you done that before?”

“The first time I pulled out at the end…” I told her, “So much came out of me that it ended up on the poor girl’s stomach, on her boobs, on her neck, in her hair and even on the pillow.”

“Oh my god!” She exclaimed. “I couldn’t imagine that.”

“We had to walk to the bathroom to get her a towel afterwards.” I replied. “When I turned on the light, I could see it was all over her everywhere.”

“So what did she say when you did that?” She asked.

“Well, I apologized for making such a mess on her, but she just told me it was okay. It was better safe than sorry and that she didn’t mind. She said it kind of came with the territory.”

“Came with the territory?” Sunny asked.

“Well, before we started, I told her I didn’t have any condoms. She just told me it would be okay as long as I was careful at the end.”

“Ahh, I see.” She said. Then she asked, “Was she a blonde or a brunette?”

“What does that matter?” I asked.

“I’m just trying to visualize it, that’s all.”

“All right, visualize this.” I told her. “She was a brunette. She was tall, about 5 foot 7 or 8 inches. She had really long straight hair. We were at a beach hotel, during spring break, and I remember she had bikini tan lines. I liked how her tanned skin made it easy to see all of my, well, you know… It was all over her. And it was dripping down from her shoulders and her hair. And down her stomach, too. I pretty much had to use the whole towel to clean her off afterwards.”

“Wow, that was a pretty vivid description.” She said. “I can definitely visualize it.”

I was visualizing it too as I remembered that incredible night.

“And you really didn’t have a problem pulling it out at the end?”

“Nope.” I told her.

“And you didn’t mind doing it like that?” She asked me.

“I really enjoyed it, actually.” I replied.

Sunny grabbed the remote control and rewound the tape back to where Uncle Pester was about to pull out and hit play. As he reached his hand down to pull out, she snuggled closer to me and asked, “Would you like to do that with me tonight?”

“I would love to.” I told her.

“I just really want to feel it shoot out all over me at the end. I think that would be really nice.”

“If we do it here,” I said, “Someone could come in. Someone else might have a key.”

“Let’s just go up to my room then.” She replied. “My room-mate is gone for the weekend.”

“Perfect.” I said. “I’ll just rewind this tape and put it back.”

“We can finish watching it first.” She said. “It’ll keep us turned on. Then, when it’s over, I’ll head up to my room while you rewind it and put it away. My room’s a little messy. I did laundry today and there’s clothes everywhere. I’ll have everything put away by the time you get up there, okay?”

—–So we watched it until the end again. Sunny went up to her room as I cleaned up the screening room and put everything away. I took my time, so she would have time to get things ready upstairs, but it was only about 5 minutes later that I went back up to the 3rd floor and down to Sunny’s room. The door was partially open and I tapped lightly as I let myself in. I closed the door, went in and sat on the bed next to her. “So how do you want to do this?” I asked.

“Well, let’s get undressed.” She said. She started by taking off my shirt. I then took off hers. Then she took off her bra. Her breasts were beautiful. They had to be at least a 34c. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down, and Sunny did the same. “I guess this is the moment of truth, huh?” She said as she slid her panties off.

I took off my underwear and she got her first look at my cock. “Ooh, that’s nice.” She said. “I’ve been kind of thinking about what it would look like. Remember when I said I was ‘visualizing’ before? I wasn’t just talking about that girl you were with on spring break. I was also visualizing this.”

“To be honest,” I replied, “I was thinking bostancı escort bayan about you as well.”

“I liked watching that movie with you.” She said. “It definitely got me thinking about sex. And what it would be like with you.” Then she reached her hand down and grabbed a hold of my shaft. “Yours is just as big as those guys in the movies.” She said. “Maybe even a little bigger than some of them.”

I looked over at her body and told her, “You’re really beautiful Sunny. I think you’re way prettier than any of those women in that movie. They wore too much makeup.”

“I’m too pale.” She said. “I don’t get much sun. You said you liked that girl with the tan lines, but I don’t have those.”

“Trust me, you’re beautiful.” I said, stroking her leg. “Your skin is really soft.” I continued stroking her legs, then worked my way up between them. Her pubic hair was really soft, too. I inserted a finger between her legs. She was very warm and already wet. My cock was dripping quite a bit of pre-cum so I asked her if she was ready.

“I am.” She replied. Then she asked, “Can we leave the lights on?”

“Of course.” I answered. “I like to watch, too.”

She spread her legs as I climbed on top of her. I took my cock in my hand and rubbed it up and down against her labia.

“Mmmmmm.” She moaned. “That feels really nice. You’re making me tingle.”

I did it for a while, and when we were both really slippery, I slowly inserted myself inside her.

—–“Oh God! This is wonderful!” She exclaimed as I went deeper.

“So you said it’s been 8 months since you’ve felt anything like this?” I asked her as I started thrusting in and out of her.

“8 months too long.” She said, looking down and watching my cock slide in and out of her.

“It’s been a few months for me, too.” I replied. “So I can’t promise you I’ll be able to last very long.”

“Don’t worry about how long you can last. Just let me know when you’re going to pull out. It looks so hot watching you disappear inside me and then slide back out. I can’t wait to see it when you pull it out and cum all over me.”

I only lasted about 4 or 5 more minutes. When I felt myself getting ready to explode I said, “Okay, Sunny. Here it comes.” I saw her look closer as I reached my hand down, withdrew my cock from inside her into my hand, aimed it towards her stomach and just started letting go. It really had been a long time for me and I must have spewed 6 or 7 big spurts all over her.

—–When I was finished, Sunny looked up at me and said between breaths, “That was amazing… Wow, it’s so warm… That was really incredible… And wonderful… Thank you so much.”

“No need to thank me.” I said, squeezing the last drops of semen from my shaft onto her stomach. “You were pretty fantastic yourself.”

I found a box of Kleenex on her desk and proceeded to clean off her stomach before it started dripping down her sides. When I was done, she said, “You must have been right about it being a while. That was a lot of cum. More than those guys in that movie, that’s for sure. I like how you cleaned me up afterwards. That was very respectful of you. I couldn’t imagine my ex-boyfriend doing that. He would have just rolled over and left me like that.”

“I like cleaning up afterwards. “I told her. “It’s part of the whole process. If you don’t use a condom, which I don’t particularly like anyway, then sex is going to get pretty messy at the end when the semen starts shooting out.”

“I liked that part a lot.” She said.

“I did, too.” I told her. “But it makes a mess. Especially if it’s been a while, like tonight. And when I make a mess, I clean it up.”

“I’m just saying,” Sunny said, “Not everybody would.”

“I couldn’t imagine not helping to clean up afterwards.” I said. “I find it really sexy.”

“It is sexy.” She replied. “I was going to say that, but I thought it would come out sounding corny.”

We lied down on the bed next to each other and rested for a few minutes. It was already getting light outside. By some unspoken agreement, we both got up and started getting dressed at the same time.

“I really liked tonight.” She said, “It felt really really good, but we probably shouldn’t have done it. You know this can’t go any farther. I’ve got too much going on in my life to start any kind of relationship right now.”

“I understand.” I replied. I was pretty busy as well. “I’m not going to forget you, though. Tonight really was amazing.”

“Yep, I’d say amazing pretty much describes it.” She said.

—–We still smiled at each other when we passed in the halls, and one time she stopped by my room to say hello, but that one night together was all we had. I’m glad we did it, though. It was a wonderful experience for both of us. As I look back on my college days, I sometimes wonder what became of Sunny.

—–The End.

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I kicked my shoes off the minute I got in the house. They flew across the room, and I didn’t give a damn where they landed. I pulled a bottle of Beefeater out of the liquor cabinet, poured a double shot into a glass, and added some tonic. Then, for good measure, I splashed in some more gin until it was full to the rim. Shit! There wasn’t a lime in the fridge, so I did without.

I downed half the glass in one gulp, plopped down on the couch, and put my feet up on the coffee table. My pantyhose were binding me, so I raised up my butt and wriggled out of the cursed things. I wonder if anyone has ever died from crotch asphyxia? I was wearing a sexy black cocktail dress; the skirt came down to mid-thigh, and it showed a modest amount of cleavage.

Just as I threw them on the floor, my son, Jason, came in from play rehearsal at his high school.

“You’re home early, Mom, another lousy date?”

“That’s the understatement of the year, honey.”

“Want to tell me about it?”

“Not really.”

“That bad, huh?”

“That bad.”

“Come on, spit it out.”

“All right, all right.” I downed the rest of my drink and tucked my feet under myself.

“I went out to dinner with John Forrester, a lawyer from our legal department, and we were supposed to go a play afterwards. It’s a new show that got really great reviews, and I was really anxious to see it.”

“You obviously didn’t make it to the theater.”

“It seems he had other ideas. I met him in the Oak Room in the Hilton hotel for dinner. He was half crocked when I got there, which didn’t start the evening off too well. The conversation was totally one-sided; he spent half the meal telling me what a bitch his ex-wife is, and the other half bragging about his sexual conquests since his divorce.” “He sounds like a real creep.”

“That’s not the half of it. He ordered an after-dinner drink and, after looking at my watch, I told him if we didn’t hurry up, we’d miss the opening curtain. He leered at me and said, ‘the hell with the play, I’ve got a better idea.’ He took my hand in his, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a hotel key. ‘I’ll bet you’re really hot in the sack,’ he said. He’d never even bought tickets for the play. I excused myself to go to the ladies room, went straight out the back door and took a cab home.”

“Jesus, Mom, I’d like to knock him on his ass.”

Jason could do it, too. He stands 6’2, weighs about 190, and that’s mostly lean, hard muscle. He’s got blond hair, bleached by the sun, blue eyes, and a chiseled face with a deep cleft in his chin. He looks, at eighteen, so much like his father did at that age, it’s uncanny.

He inherited his build and his looks from his father’s side of the family, and his musical talent from mine. He’s an accomplished pianist, providing all the music for his school’s annual play, a resurrection of “The Boyfriend,” a Broadway classic.

He’s considered kind of geeky; he studies hard and maintains a 4.0 grade point average, and is heavy into computers, which doesn’t endear him to the “popular” crowd. He’s basically very shy, and although he’s had a couple dates, he has very little experience with girls.

“Let me freshen your drink, Mom, and I’ll give you a foot rub.”

Now there was an offer I couldn’t refuse. He put my drink on the coffee table, sat on the end of the couch, and put my feet in his lap. He’s got wonderful hands, with long piano player’s fingers. He started to massage my feet, and I began to relax, all the tension I felt slowly melted away.

My skirt had ridden up on my thighs, and when Jason lifted my leg, his eyes roamed up between my legs. I was wearing a pair of black lace bikini panties, and I could feel that they had drawn up between my lips, most likely giving him a view of a perfect camel toe.

I didn’t want Jason to know this, but my feet are a total erogenous zone. I had read an article in “Cosmo” some time ago that illustrated the pressure points on the feet that stimulate a woman’s genitals. There’s one on the ankle, on the balls of the feet, and on the toes, especially the big one. Sometimes, it can produce a climax. I merely suggested where I liked him to massage, and he did what I asked.

I don’t know whether I was just particularly horny that night, if I’d been a little extra tipsy, or maybe it was a combination of both, but after a few minutes into my foot rub, my panties were soaked. Jason must have been able to smell the odor coming out from under my skirt, but I don’t think he knew what it was.

My arousal continued to build, I felt that familiar warmth growing in my belly, and a tingling between my legs. My breath was coming in gasps, the sensation started in my toes, and the wave overtook me. I put my fist in my mouth and bit my knuckles, to keep from screaming out loud. My legs shook, my back arched, and my hips rose up from the cushions.

“Are you okay, Mom?”

“Yeah, Jase, I’m fine…. you just hit a real sensitive spot.”

“Did anyone ever tell you ataşehir escort you’ve got great legs?”

“Your father did, all the time.”

“You really miss him, don’t you?”

Oh God, did I miss him. Brett was not only my husband, he was the love of my life, my best friend, my soul mate. It’s been four years since he’s been gone, and he is in my mind and my heart every day. He was killed in Afghanistan when an IED was detonated under the truck he was riding in.

He wasn’t even in the military, he was a contractor, working in computer security. The company he worked for sent him over for a “limited” time; he was supposed to there for just a month. I was terrified when he told me he was going over there, but he assured me it was safe. The blackest day of my life was when two military officers knocked on my door and gave me the news.

Brett was my first love, my ONLY love, until the day he died. I had never been with another man. We were high school sweethearts, and besides a lot of heavy making-out, we were able to hold our hormones in check until our senior year, when we had both turned eighteen.

Because he loved me, and he “respected” me, he had refrained from “feeling me up” or any other kind of petting that a lot of kids in school were engaged in. I knew he was interested, because I could see the “rise in his Levi’s” when we were making out. I was interested, too, so I finally made the first move. During a particularly heavy make-out session, I took his hand a placed in on my breast.

“Touch me,” I whispered.

Our experimentation progressed from there. We were both totally inexperienced, so we experimented, and learned from each other. I’ll never forget the first time I bared my breasts for him, or how good his hands, and later his lips, felt on my bare skin.

I had never seen a penis before, and was totally fascinated when I unzipped his pants and revealed his. I gasped, because it was so big, I couldn’t conceive of it ever fitting inside me. It was long and thick, with big blue veins around the root, and a bulbous purple head on the top. He slid his jeans down over his hips, revealing his large testicles, nestling in their sack.

Brett took my hand, put it on his erection, and showed me how to stroke him until he ejaculated, spewing his semen all over both of us. I was really proud of myself for doing that!

I’ll never forget the first time he brought me to orgasm. He was clumsy at first, not knowing how to touch me. I was so hot, and so wet, and when I guided his fingers to my clitoris, I thought my bones were going to melt when I climaxed.

We taught ourselves how to perform oral sex, fumbling at first, but later getting really good at it. We went “all the way” the first time the night of our prom. In all of our married life, we never lost the thrill of making love with each other.

There is a huge hole in my life, and in my heart.

I was a widow at thirty-three, left with a fourteen year-old son, who now had no father. Thank God for Jason; if it weren’t for him, I never would have been able to hold it together.

“You’re going to be the man of the house while I’m gone, Jase, take care of your mother,” were the last words he spoke to his son. To our son.

Jason did step up to the plate. Without being asked, he took over his father’s chores around the house and yard. He mowed the lawn, raked the leaves, washed the car, and everything else Brett had done. He had a part-time job after school, at a pizza parlor, and had saved up enough to buy his own car, a used Toyota that was in remarkably good shape for its vintage.

That’s not to say he’s been perfect these past four years. He and his buddy, Kenny, share a six-pack of beer every now and then, and there was the distinct odor of pot is room one day, but I’d rather have them experiment at home where they won’t get in trouble. He told me one day that I was his best friend, which really touched my heart.

Then one day, something happened that I wasn’t expecting. I had just done the laundry, and was carrying an armload of folded clothes up to his room. He and Kenny had gone to the mall, or so I thought. His door was slightly ajar and, because my arms were full, I pushed it open with my foot.

He was lying on his bed, naked from the waist down, furiously masturbating. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed, so he didn’t see me enter the room. It wasn’t the act itself that threw me; my God, I’ve been washing his sheets for the past four years; I knew what he was doing, and I know it’s perfectly natural. I masturbate myself; since Brett died, the only relief I’ve had are my own fingers, and a few vibrating sex toys that I bought on-line.

No, what threw me was the size of his cock! I felt an overwhelming sense of deja vu. He was hung just like his father, who was extremely well endowed.

I could tell by the sounds he was making that he had reached the point of no return. “AHHHHH,” he shouted, and shot of huge load of cum straight up kadıköy escort into the air. I must have gasped, because he opened his eyes and looked right at me.

“MOM!” He scrambled to cover himself up with the bedspread.

“I’m sorry, Jason; I should have knocked.”

I shut his door and made a hasty retreat. I was sorry that I had embarrassed him, and feeling a bit guilty because I couldn’t get the image of his cock out of my mind. My pussy tingled when I thought about it. I’m his mother, for God’s sake. When he came into the kitchen the next morning, his face was red and he stared at the floor.

“I’m so sorry about last night, Mom. I promise I won’t do it again.”

“Sure you will, honey. It’s perfectly natural. Everyone does it, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“That’s what Dad told me. He even gave me some pointers on how to do it better, like with lube and stuff. That was about the last conversation we ever had. I’m glad you’re not mad at me.”

“I’d be more disappointed if you didn’t do it. I masturbate myself sometimes.”

“You do? Uh, how does a woman do it? I mean you don’t have a coc…. uh, penis.”

“You can say ‘cock;’ I know all the words.”

“So how does a woman do it?”

“I massage my clitoris with my fingers, or sometimes I use a vibrator. A woman has needs too, and I haven’t had a partner since your dad’s been gone.”

“I don’t know what a clitoris is.”

“You will, some day.”

“Okay, bye; I don’t want to be late for school.”

Everything went back to normal between us, and the subject didn’t come up again. I still had the image of his ample cock in my head the next time I took care of myself. My favorite sex toy is a rabbit vibrator that I bought on-line from Adam and Eve. I wouldn’t have the courage to go into one of those sleazy sex shops.

I played with my pussy with my fingers, until I was good and wet. A rabbit has a rotating cockhead that goes deep inside you, a ring of rotating beads that stimulate your labia, and a set of “ears” that fit over your clit. It will never replace a man, but it does relieve the sexual tension.

I turned it on and slipped the rotating head into the entrance to my vagina. I like to push it in slowly, so it rubs all my inner walls on the way in, pausing halfway in to tease my G-spot. When it’s all the way in, the beads stimulate my now-swollen minora.

Once I put the ears on my clit, I can start with a low speed vibration that brings me up slowly, then turn it up to full-speed. That night, I was totally charged up. My hips started to buck, my whole body shook, and when I came, instead of muffling the sound as I normally do, I let out a primal scream. Perversely, I hoped Jason heard me.

A few weeks later, I was lounging on the couch with a tall gin and tonic, watching a Netflix movie, “Harry and Sally,” one of my favorite chick flicks. I was wearing one of Brett’s old tee shirts, with a San Francisco Forty-niners logo on the front, and a pair of sweat pants.

Jason was out on a date, a rare occurrence for him, and I was delighted. It was about time he found a girlfriend. This was is third date with Wendy, the lead in his school play. She was blonde, blue-eyed, and stacked. He was smitten with her.

About ten o’clock, I heard the door slam. I thought it was pretty early for his date to have ended, when he came into the living room, looking like his best friend had just been hit by a bus.

“What’s up, kiddo?”

He sat down next to me and didn’t say a word. A tear slid down his cheek. I put my arms around him, and held him close. His head was cradled on my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and I was really disconcerted when I realized how good it felt. My nipples got hard. This was a time for comfort, not lust.

“Come on, spill it.”

“W-Wendy doesn’t want to see me anymore.”

“What happened? Did you try to go too far with her?”

“Not even. We were at that place by the lake where all the kids go to park. I went to kiss her, for the first time, and she pushed me away and asked me to take her home.”

“Maybe she wasn’t ready to be kissed yet?”

“It wasn’t that at all. She said she wanted to out with someone who had more experience. Jesus, Mom, I’m eighteen and I never kissed a girl before; I don’t even know how.”

I thought back to the first time Brett and I kissed. We didn’t know what to do, either, but we managed to figure it out. I guess girls today are a little more sophisticated than we were. You read about them having blowjob parties in middle school. I thought long and hard about what I was about to say:

“I can teach you how to kiss, Jason.”

“But you’re my mother!”

“I taught you how to ride a bicycle, how to dance, and how to drive a car. When it comes right down to it, I taught you how to stand up and pee in the toilet. What makes you think I can’t teach you how to kiss?”

“B-but this is different.”

“I’ve kissed you goodnight every night of your life.”

“Yeah, bostancı escort bayan but this is still different.”

“For God’s sake, Jase, we’re not having sex with each other, it’s just kissing. Now come here and show me how you kissed her.”

Tentatively, he pressed his mouth against mine. His lips were clamped tightly together, his whole body language strained. No wonder Wendy was turned off.

“Loosen up and relax. Open your mouth a little bit and put your finger longwise between your lips. Now, go blub-blub-blub.” He did. “Now, kiss me again, and do what I do.”

He was catching on. Quickly. I licked his lips with my tongue and then stuck it in his mouth. His eyes got big for a minute, then his tongue went to work. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but when we got into it, my passion really began to rise. Both of us started breathing heavily, and I could see by the rise in his pants that he was getting turned on as well.

When he saw me looking at his crotch, his face got red and he pulled away and, slightly bent over so I couldn’t see his boner, went off to his room. If I were a Catholic, I’d have to confess to having very impure thoughts. I could picture him taking care of his hard-on with his good right hand. I knew my fingers were going to have a dance with Miss Clitty.

Christmas was upon us; it always comes too fast. It always was a very special time for Brett and Jason and me, and we both missed him terribly. Jase took over many of his father’s tasks; hanging the outdoor lights under the eaves, dragging the tree into the house, and setting it up in its stand. He untangled all the light strands that went on the tree and tested the bulbs. He seldom cursed, at least not around me, but I could hear an occasional “shit” or “fuck” muttered under his breath, just like his dad used to do.

We always opened our gifts on Christmas morning. I had gotten him a stereo for his car, and an assortment of CD’s that he had been wanting. There was a particularly fancily wrapped package for me, and I was totally nonplussed when I opened it. Inside was a white negligee; silk lace and totally sheer.

“It’s beautiful, Jason, thank you,” I gulped.

“Well…um… I’m not sure that’s an appropriate gift to give your mother, but Dad used to give you something from Victoria’s Secret every year, and I know how much you liked them.”

Actually, it was a totally inappropriate gift to give your mother, but I have to admit I was very titillated. Brett used to love me to wear skimpy nighties, and he equally loved taking them off of me. God, I missed him. Then I wondered if Jason wanted me to model it for him. And, more important, whether I would.

I poured myself a double gin and tonic and sat down to think about it. I hadn’t yet made up my mind, so I poured another one.

Still undecided, I took the nightie into the bedroom to try it on. I stripped off my clothes and checked myself out in the full-length mirror. I’m proud to say that, at thirty-seven, my body looks as good as it did when I was in my twenties. I exercise faithfully, and have kept myself taut and toned. I’m still curvy in all the right places, and at 5’5″ still weigh the same 120 pounds that I did in high school.

I checked out my breasts in the mirror, from the front and sideways. They’re not huge, but a respectable C cup. And thanks to “Cosmo” again, and their article “The Top 5 Breast Exercises for Perky Boobs,” I don’t yet have even a hint of sag, and a cute little uplift. My nipples are pink, centered on quarter-sized areolas. Turning backwards and looking over my shoulder showed that I still had my nice round ass.

Brett liked my pussy “au natural” so I shaved my pubic hair for him. It is nice and smooth, and I like it that way, too.

I put the nightie on, and boy was it sheer. My tits looked great through the lacy gauze. Should I put panties on? You could see my slit, and I remembered that Brett liked that, too. I had a beautiful black silk robe that he had made for me when he was in Bangkok, so I put that on over the negligee. That kept everything covered up in case I decided not to flash the kid. Christ, I was a little bit tipsy, or I wouldn’t even be thinking this way.

I had just settled on the couch when Jason came home from his job at the pizza parlor.

“Hey, Mom, can I make you a drink?” What a good kid.

“Sure, honey; why don’t you make one for yourself, too.” Indulgent Mom.

“Wow, what’s the occasion?”

I usually only let him drink on special occasions, and until now, nothing stronger than wine.

“It’s Tuesday, that’s the occasion.”

“Actually, it’s Wednesday, but I’ll have one with you anyway.”

“Why don’t you put some music on?”

He put on one of the Dave Brubeck albums that I had gotten him for Christmas. As a pianist, he loved Brubeck’s style, and was trying to master the 5/4 time signature he used on “Take Five.”

We chitchatted for awhile, about my work, his school, the state of the union, and other mundane things. As he’s not a drinker, I could tell that two shots of gin had given him a bit of a buzz, and I was feeling no pain at all. It was now or never.

“So, Jase, about that Christmas present you gave me…..”

“Uh….is it all right? Does it fit?”

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