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DISCLAIMER: the second chapter is just to get the story back to a secret work crush (it’s what most people enjoyed about the story.) This is also my first time doing a male first person. I’m really excited for chapter 3 so should you if you’re tagging along 🙂

Thanks to chris (headitor) for helping me edit and clarify the story. With luck the lack of grammatical errors will boost my score 🙂

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“I must be crazy.”

That’s all I can think looking at Sarah now. We’ve been going for hours banging like animals. Her sexual appetite is amazing and her body is even better then I’d been imagining. We’ve taken a short, but needed break. I had a call I had to make and she needed to finish a paper for her class.

Since she came over, we haven’t talked at all about work. First she’s going to take a shower, and I’m pleased to see she’s left the door open so I can watch.

In the stories I wrote about her I portrayed her as a tease, but in reality she is completely unaware of how beautiful she is. A slim 5’9 with long, toned legs; she says she’s a size 4 but her waist is so tiny. I imagine it’s her round, firm ass that takes her up a size in jeans. She admitted to the hours of squats she would do and the results were in that flawless, tanned flesh I’d cupped with pleasure more than a few times already.

We are nearly 18 years apart in age, but the way she looks at me makes me feel so young.

Her bright green eyes are so passionate as she grips my shoulders and stares penetratingly into mine. I watch her lips part to moan and beg for more and I’m lost.

At first, when she said that she’d never imagined being with me, I felt offended, but that quickly changed to surprise when she said she it was because she didn’t think I would be interested in a girl like her.

Watching her now slipping out of the large shirt I gave her to wear, I knew she couldn’t be more wrong. Her back arched perfectly and although her tits were small they were perky and flawless. Solid Bs, I had licked and played with them until she pleaded with me to fuck her.

I love her pleading: when she is beneath me looking into my eyes. I love that she waits by the shower not even assuming that I’m looking at her. Her pussy is shaved so smooth, and tastes heavenly. I’d already brought her to an intense climax twice with my tongue and lips. Each time she has begged me to stop but she never pushed me away.

I’ve never met a woman so determined to please me before she took her pleasure. She admitted she wasn’t use to being pleased and she felt guilty. I still don’t understand that, but assured her I was going to help her get over it. My over-used cock is swelling again just watching her as she hops into the shower, but I can’t follow her in just yet.

Sarah had asked me when I first started to be attracted to her, but I didn’t know if it would sound too weird to say “before I met you.”

My divorce had been final for over a year and my subsequent dating life had been horrendous. My ex-wife and I had worked well together; playing well seemed to be more of a challenge after 18 years.

We were both alphas, and as much as I loved her spirit I hated her constant need to be the aggressor in bed. I finally divorced her when I found out she was sleeping with my best friend; I always knew he was a piece of shit. The divorce was cordial and we went our separate ways, though in reality we’d been done for years.

Shortly after the divorce was final, I hired a hot assistant and the rumours went flying. Fellow lawyers would comment cynically that I was banging the buxom blonde and the stories were getting me a bad reputation. Funnily enough I never once touched her, and after 5 months I fired her – for being a total idiot!

Although I’d hired her as eye candy as I really didn’t need much assistance at the time, shortly after I began taking on more cases until my workload was insane and I was desperate to find the right person. I admit I was looking for something a little extreme: I wanted the most experienced and probably oldest woman I could find, which was proving to be a challenge.

I was down to my last 3 candidates when I got the resumé from Sarah. She did not meet the requirements very well, but I was getting desperate. She had a lot of experience as an assistant and was studying to be a paralegal but had never worked in a law office.

The requirements I’d set were so high most didn’t even try, but Sarah was not put off and went out of her way with the application. I liked her cover letter, and then went through her LinkedIn account. Her profile photo was only head and shoulders, but showed a little cleavage from a white button down shirt; her hair was pinned up tightly in a bun. I must have stared at her picture for a good thirty minutes enjoying her huge smile.

There had to be fifty people or more ranting about what an amazing worker she was. She had pictures of herself volunteering, and professors validating her skills even while bostancı escort she was still in class with them. I tried to find her on Facebook. I wanted to see more of her. I wanted to see her body and how far her hair fell down, but I couldn’t find her anywhere. Not her name, phone number or even e-mail. I should have just given up and let it be, instead, I was hooked, and called her in for an interview.

She showed up in a tight black skirt and a pale pink button down top. She wore little make up and almost no jewellery, but her purse and heels were designer – she clearly put all her money in to those accessories. I’m not huge into feet but seeing her black heels walking through my office door I knew I was in trouble.

I still wonder how slowly I looked her over from foot to head. When I reached her face I was greeted with that smile. She put her hand forward to shake mine. She was introducing herself and all I could do was be stunned. It was like her body emanated happiness. She had an infectious energy that made me want to run laps.

She answered all my questions professionally. Polite and interested, she would return my gaze intently, and listen as if what I had to say could save her life. She wanted to develop herself and insisted working with me was the best way she could do that.

I was done for and will always wonder if she knew it. I thanked her and gave her the speech about having other candidates to review. She firmly shook my hand and replied “I look forward to working with you.” She held so much confidence I felt silly for even trying to pretend there was someone else.

I had been attracted to her the first time I saw her, and I’d started to imagine fucking her almost two months later. It was during this period that I discovered her confidence was a front to mask her meek, uncertain side.

The day came when I lost my temper and let her have it. She just stood there shaking, her eyes wide. She looked as if she might shatter into a hundred pieces if I reached out and touched her, before apologising as if my outburst was her fault. She remained silent the rest of the day and said nothing to me.

Her normally chatty demeanour had just disappeared, to the point where I was afraid she wouldn’t revert to her former self. However, when I came into the office the next day it looked amazing. We have cleaners to do basic work, but this was something else, resulting from a lot of effort.

Papers I kept meaning to file were away, everything dusted and cleaned. There were donuts and coffee waiting for me. “Good morning Sir!” I can still see her. She was back to her usual self but her eyes pleaded for approval. Later, I went through the computer logs and saw she had stayed nearly five hours late to get this done. There was no way she did it out of fear for her job: she wasn’t going anywhere. I realized she was doing it out of a desperate need to please me, to be an assistant that would make me happy.

I tried to distance myself by bombarding her with work, but everything I gave her she would conquer. Then she waited hungry for more beside me. I ran out of things to give her so I started taking on new contracts just so she could have something to do.

One day I had decided to teach her how to write some simple briefs I needed, when my self-control broke. She was standing next to me, leaning over to point to something on my screen, so close and yet I could just barely smell her perfume. This was to feature in the first story I wrote about her, with me telling her how lovely it smelled, followed by my asking her to stay late that night.

What really happened was I was a total ass. I told her I didn’t like her perfume and she needed to stop wearing it. The truth was a little different, I swear I could smell her on me. It was so subtle and she used so little but each waft of it made me want to tear her clothes off. I needed her to stop smelling like her.

I know now that doesn’t make much sense, but that was just the start. The rest of the day I was cruel to her. I actually think she left to cry at one point though I will never ask her. She just came back red faced and her eyes seemed to glow darker in contrast.

I’d stare at my 46 year old self in the mirror and feel idiotic. The lines on my face were getting worse. I have all my hair but the dark brown is speckled with gray. I work out, even did Iron man, I’m just getting old. The thought of pursuing someone that could be my daughter made me feel creepy.

When I got back to work the next day I had planned to apologize and fire her. My blood pressure was going to kill me. I was torn between lusting after her and trying to keep her away from me.

I got to my office earlier than usual. There were 4 perfume bottles on my desk with a note which said simply “These are the four perfumes I own. If none of these are satisfactory please tell me of one you prefer so I can buy it. I apologize if my smell has been bothering you.”

I felt like a ümraniye escort bayan total dick.

I couldn’t fire her. I also couldn’t keep denying myself. I had given her the name of a perfume I loved but my ex hated. “Pure Poison” it was like $80 a bottle. She bought it and started wearing it the next day.

It was at this point I started writing on Literotica to fulfil in my imagination something I was too afraid to pursue in real life.

I opened my laptop and pulled out the original draft of my first story. In this first draft my character was harsh and distanced himself from Noel. I ended up changing it and posting something different.

I decided from the second edit that I didn’t want people hating my character; Ethan, was ALWAYS kind to Sarah’s character, Noel. This was truly how I had wanted our relationship to go, however in real life, after I told her I didn’t like her perfume, she left me to work on her own for the rest of the day. I just sat in my office writing this before I had to go and jack off imagining her body and perfume – I had it bad.

I looked over my first draft. The one Sarah hadn’t seen. She’d never know how much I lusted after her in that moment. In the story she saw on Literotica Ethan had coaxed Noel and touched her so tenderly. I was hungry and my first draft showed it.

********

Noel bent further, her silk green blouse falling a little lower in front. She continued to ask thoughtful questions and all I could do was imagine sliding my hand into that blouse, squeezing those breasts, then pulling them out to play with them. I suddenly realised she asked me a question, and tried to bring myself back to reality.

I inhaled deeply through my nose; her perfume is heaven. “What’s the perfume you’re wearing Noel?” She flashes me a beautiful smile “It’s called Twirl! It’s my favourite.”

Despite myself I managed to force a glare. The name was fitting. The soft floral aroma that seemed to enhance my effervescent assistant. “It’s not appropriate for work Mrs. Meadows.”

I can’t believe I just said that. It doesn’t even make sense, I love her smell. I just can’t take her so close. I need her to withdraw. I need her to hate me, to not feel comfortable so close. Instead I just get this look of utter sadness.

Her face seems broken and she mumbles “I’m sorry sir.” She closes in as if I just told her I shot her dog.

“STOP IT!” I stand up glaring pushing my chair back. “Stop acting as if what I say has any bearing on your actions.”

I can’t seem to break my glare. My sexual tension has turned into some sort of angry outburst. I look at Noel and feel like she’s a field mouse looking at a hawk. I want to grab her and shake her and tell her to run.

I watch her shake then take a deep breath and whisper “What you say is important to me. I’m sorry if my actions have implied otherwise Sir. I won’t wear my perfume again.” She sticks her chin out gritting her teeth. That fake facade of confidence is what got her this job. It’s also what makes me grab her.

She reaches to take her folder from my desk and I grab her wrist. Her tiny wrist is engulfed by my hand. I tug her arm so she’s forced to face me. She looks mostly confused while I try to stop myself.

I tell myself to let her go and to take a deep breath. She still hasn’t pulled away or said anything. Instead I move forward. My free hand grabs her face and I kiss her. At first she responds positively. Her mouth opening and kissing me back. I can taste her strawberry lip gloss and her mouth seems perfect, but in a split second she draws back.

“Please don’t! You’re my boss!” She’s the only one thinking. My blood is flowing in the wrong direction for that. My hands release her only to grab her waist and push her back. I kiss her again this time pinning her against the wall.

“Tell me to stop Noel and I will. Please tell me to stop. I’ve wanted you so bad for so long, I can’t stop unless you tell me now.” I release her waist and put my hands on the wall. She’s still pinned there as I kiss her neck. It takes all my strength to keep my hips from grinding into her.

She says nothing as I move back to her mouth. I push my tongue in between her lips and she whimpers. I feel her grip my shirt. She’s applying pressure as if to push me off. I know I could keep going but silence isn’t enough of consent for me.

Somehow I manage to pull my lips away from her. My body feels like I will pass out if I can’t get back to tasting her. I keep my hands on the walls afraid if I touch her I won’t be able to stop myself. I look into her eyes to find her staring so timidly up at me.

I can’t be the predator. I have to hear it from her. “I have to hear you say you want this Noel. I swear if you say no I will respect that and you’ll never have to worry about me again. I’m a tough guy I can take it. I just know I can’t go further thinking you’re staying quiet because you’re afraid of what I’ll do.”

I watch her release kartal escort my shirt crossing her arms over her chest. “If I didn’t want this would you fire me?” My mood is instantly killed. I have, before me, a woman I just sexually harassed. I pull away from the wall quickly, as if my palms were burning.

I take a step back sitting on my desk. “Dear God no Noel, I am so sorry, this is so unprofessional of me. I’d never fire you. You’re the best assistant anyone could ask for. I am so sorry. I swear this will never happen again and if you like…”

The rest is cut off as Noel springs forward, wraps her arms around my neck and begins kissing me. It usually takes me a minute or two to get hard again after a shut down but I can feel I’m rock solid already.

I don’t even know what just happened. I know I should ask her. I should make sure she doesn’t feel bad about this. Instead I continue to sit on the desk but spread my legs. My hands grip her round ass and I pull her into me.

The desk is the perfect height. With her heels, her pussy is right against my cock. I pull her tighter, then slide my hands down. I have to reach down to her knees to get to the bottom of her skirt. I pull it up as quickly as I can.

It’s a tight pencil skirt and I hear a few stitches break as I bring it up over her ass. The second my hands slide down to cup her bare ass I know there is nothing that can stop me now. I squeeze her ass hard and she merely whimpers into our kiss.

I grab her tight and pull her up, her feet leaving the ground. She grips my shoulders gasping. She does what I hoped she would. She leans on me and brings one knee after the other to either side of me. She straddles me and I pull her down hard against me.

As I force her to grind herself against my straining cock, she breaks our kiss. “Please I’m wet, your suit will get dirty.” I want to say something witty but all I can think about is her pussy.

The second she tries to sit up, and pull away from me, I stare down at her freshly waxed pussy. Apparently she hadn’t been wearing panties. My fingers reach out and touch her and her hands grip my shirt again. I like that she holds on to me, grips me to control herself.

I push two fingers between her dripping lips and slide them into her hot pussy. I watch her close her eyes. She is so tight I can’t believe it. Her hot juices are running down my hand. My free hand grabs her shoulder and presses her body down. Her legs split further and I cup her pussy, my palm rubbing her clit softly.

It’s an odd position to keep my hand in but I like it. “Unbuckle my pants Noel.”

Her eyes shoot open. For a moment it seemed she is lost on my fingers. She doesn’t say anything in response, just bites her lip and nods her head.

She releases me to begin working on my belt, whimpering softly as my fingers continue to move in her body. She fumbles with my buckle as I find that spot inside her. She claws at my belt and pants trying to pull them off me while my fingers fuck her quickly, her juices dripping on to us and the desk.

She closes her eyes again. I manage to get my pants undone and never slow my fingers. Her small body is shaking. “Take your top off.” She complies, tossing her shirt off and quickly undoing her bra strap while I pull my dick out.

The second her breasts are free my mouth finds them. I nip and lick at them, sucking her hard nipples into my mouth. Gently at first then more roughly, biting the aureole, knowing she’s still focused on my fingers. My cock has never stood so straight up before.

My entire body is screaming for me to fuck her but I won’t do it until she cums. “Oh god!” My little love Assistant is lost in her pleasure. Her head tilts back and I’m shocked at how much her thighs vibrate. I feel her start to contract. My hand is drenched, my fingers squeezed painfully tight.

She’s gasping for breath and cries out when I pull my fingers quickly from her. As quickly as I can, I get off of the desk. Noel wraps her arms around my neck to keep from falling back.

In one fluid movement, my feet hit the ground, my hips move foreword and my dick presses into her, opening her lips. “You’re so tight Noel!.” She doesn’t say anything as I slide all the way in to her, she just buries her face in my neck whimpering.

Her hot tunnel fits my shaft perfectly, the head pressing against her cervix. I’m not huge but her pussy seems shallow and I know she’s feeling it. I could hold her in the air and fuck her that way but I have a better idea.

I stand straight up holding her. She wraps her legs around me and I turn to face my desk, bend my knees and sit Noel’s ass on the edge of it. “Lay back” I whisper, encouraging her. She lays back and I have to pause to look at her.

Her dark brown hair has come free and is sprawled around her. Her face is flushed and her green eyes are piercing through me, begging me silently to continue. Her breasts move slowly up and down. One of her nipples is red and I want to make the other look the same.

She’s young, beautiful and mine. “Put your legs on my shoulders.” She nods. I keep my hard dick buried deep in her as she straightens her legs and brings them up slowly, her strappy silver heels moving on to my shoulders.

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There is no need to read any previous Tabootopia chapters before reading this as everything relevant is explained throughout the story. Anyone involved in anything sexual is of the legal age limit. Feedback is always appreciated and replied to. Thanks for reading and enjoy! The Celebrity templates are:

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***

The crowd had been thrown into a fever pitch; the last performance was absolutely what they wanted to see. The pressure was on for the next performer, but she knew she could deliver and so did her son.

“Our final performer of the day, she is The Middle-Eastern Sex Bomb!”

The crowd gasped.

“Hey!” The MC retorted. “Quiet down, quiet down! Ahem, anyway, here she is: Farah Azim!”

Farah adjusted her robe, walked up the stairs, pushed aside the curtain and walked into the shining light. Her son went towards the curtain to watch the action take place…

***

His mom is hot. It’s something he has been told over and over. Erotic fascinations were unloaded on him each day. While walking down the street with her, guys would stop and stare. They’d admire and sometimes comment on his mother’s hip swaying walk. While playing in the schoolyard he’d get questions from his peers about his mother’s choice of delicate lingerie. These types of questions became common place in his life, though the big question only his friends would dare ask him. That question was if he regarded his own mother to be “hot”. His answer was always no, but the real answer was slightly more complicated.

He did think she was hot, yet he had no clichéd perverse fantasies of himself involved in any sexual contact with her; to him that felt so wrong. Seeing his mother in states of undress, having other people drool over her, knowing, thinking about her having sex, now this did appeal. The thoughts did not consume him; he regarded this fetish as more of an interesting sideline when his porno collection ran dry.

His mother’s name was Farah Azim, a raven-haired Persian woman originally from Iran. After her divorce she decided to move to the U.S at the age of 40, shortly after the birth of her son. Farah’s ex-husband, a rich investment banker, continued paying hefty child support payments to Farah, which lead to her keeping her privileged lifestyle. Farah also had a fully-grown daughter that lived in the U.K.

Her son was named Sami. He was 5’2, short, slim, dark hair, tanned, boyish-looks, his style tailored to his American upbringing (baggy jeans, crocked baseball caps). Both mother and son lived in Livingston County, Michigan.

During his final year of high school, Sami invited his friends over to his place. This set off a series of events that changed both Sami and Farah’s lives forever.

Sami’s two friends were Michal, a smart alec, frizzy haired, self-tanned know-it-all who routinely wore a dress shirt and trousers, and Kerry, an easily excitable, stocky, medium-heighted, occasional gym-going teen who always wore Ed Hardy or Affliction shirts. They were in The Azim’s new up-market apartment.

“Oh my look at this house!” commented Michal, impressed at the plush decor of the place. “Look it, that T.V is huge, wow!”

Kerry too was impressed. “Wow this is some place, come to think of it, I’ve never been to your other house — or seen your family. It’s just you and your mom, right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” replied Sami in his high-pitched mid-west accent. “Rich family, you know how it is. Come we can watch the game on this.” Sami was anxious; he’d come inside the home not knowing his mother was in the bedroom — working out.

The guys sat down and started flipping through the channels. Their focus was interrupted when they heard the loud slamming of a door. Kerry turned his head and let out a low-pitched yelp when he saw her.

Michal turned around and muttered quietly: “Oh my.”

Her bare feet slapping against the wooden floor, her large breasts fit neatly into a moist white sports bra, her wide hips stretching the clingy jogging pants.

“Hello boys,” she said in her seductive, raspy middle-eastern accent. Farah had a big smile on her face, sweat rolling down her mocha-skin, her breathing heavy, her breasts heaving.

Kerry tried to speak, “Ah, umm, ah.”

They were speechless and for good reason. To those boys she was a large, shapely structure of unobtainable delight. Their heads arched up, gazing, minds racing.

Farah looked at her son. “They your friends?”

“Yeah,” he said with his arms crossed, face red.

“I’m just going in the shower,” just then she took the band out of her hair, shook her head and allowed her luxurious locks to flow.

“Pleasure meeting you two.”

“Y-yeah,” replied bostancı escort her son.

Farah went into the bathroom, shutting the door.

Kerry took out his phone.

“Who’re you calling?” asked Sami.

“My parents, I’m done with them. I want your mom to adopt me.”

***

After this encounter every guy in the school wanted to know Sami. Through Sami they wanted to see, meet, get-to-know the school’s first ever “Hot Arab Mom”. Living in the more free-flowing U.S of A meant that Sami knew he’d be exposed to some real dirty comments about his mother: This he did like. He enjoyed hearing the perverted comments towards his mother, no matter how crude they may have been.

“Hey new kid, I heard your mom’s got a great ass, send her my way and I’ll give her a good fucking.”

“You know what they say about Arab women? I don’t, I just wanna have sex with your mom.”

“Your mom single? I wanna date her. Ha-ha, nah I’m just playing. Seriously I would tap that ass, I hear she got a nice booty, sexy round ass, big juicy tits, cock-sucking lips too, hmm! That’s what I’m talking about, you lucky fucker for having her as your mom!”

The answer would always be the same: a polite laugh and a half-smile. (He also never bothered correcting them, as his mother was Persian not Arab.)

While Sami had acquired many acquaintances, Michal and Kerry remained his only two friends. This meant Michal and Kerry were allowed exclusive benefits such as tagging along to Farah’s weekly visits to the swimming pool…

***

The guys were in the indoor swimming pool, all wearing board shorts to conceal the quite obvious reactions they were getting while surveying the location.

“I can’t wait for your mom to come out here!” said Kerry with a yelp.

“Oh my, is she going to look good today!” said Michal.

“Hey, come on guys. That’s my mom,” Sami was trying to keep the pretence going.

“Lookit, lookit, there she is.” Michal pointed across from them.

Coming out from the female changing rooms, clad in a Speedo one-piece swimsuit and swimming cap was Farah. She took a running start and jumped into the pool.

Michal approved. “Oh my! Look at her go! Look at that body!”

“I think I saw some camel-toe, camel-toe! eek!” said Kerry.

They saw her complete her laps with surprising precision; this was a woman in shape, despite pushing 60. After she was done, she grabbed onto the steps and lifted herself up. Everyone in the complex turned their heads to look: She tip-toed out the pool, dripping wet, blue rubber fabric clinging tightly to her body. Farah grabbed the towel from the grinning pool boy and dried her face, her back to the patrons, her ass cheeks jiggling.

Michel approved again. “Oh my! Look at your mom’s ass!”

As did Kerry. “It’s ridden up her butt! Ohh! Oh, I, I think I see the camel-toe, I see it! I see it!”

“Oh, guys, come on, that’s my mom!”

“Hey you should hear what the guys at school say,” remarked Kerry. “It’s worse than the stuff they say to you. Much worse, they say all sorts of stuff about her.”

“Oh, what do they say?”

“You really wanna know? Well, what they keep going on about is how great your mom would be as a stripper.”

That thought excited Sami. “What? Really? N-no way.”

“Yeah I was there, they were saying her on a pole in her panties would be the perfect role, doing some belly dancing, you know, that studded bra and panties they wear! Oh! Yeah…because I’m your friend, I stood up to them and said she should not be stripping, oh no, she’s too classy a woman for that. What she should be doing is high-class escorting, jerking off old, rich white men.”

“Oh…thanks.”

“I’m sure that’s not too far from what’s she’s already doing!” added Michal.

“Hey shut up, here she comes.”

Farah approached the guys, towel wrapped around her body. “Ready to go boys?”

“Umm, yeah, yeah,” said Sami.

They all stared at her behind as they went to the changing rooms, Michal and Kerry not noticing that Sami was admiring his own mother’s bottom. This proved to be only the protruding wet tip of where things would be going with Sami and his mother.

***

Sami was not close to his mother. In his younger years he would have nannies taking care of him. As he got older she remained mostly absent, her job requiring her, in her own words, to “look after the finances of many businesses.” To this day it is not clear to Sami what his mother’s job actually was. He was, however, able to paint a better idea in his head of what kind of woman his mother was.

After the pool visit, Sami had developed a theory: His mother was drawing attention from men — deliberately. And not because she liked the attention, oh no, Sami noticed that his mother did her best to look good so she could get some sort of pay-off.

For example, when Farah was negotiating the rent of her apartment, she wore a plunging, formfitting neckline dress, bright red lipstick, with her hair all fluffed up. Sami was there in the distance, watching her giggle ümraniye escort bayan like a schoolgirl, touch the realtor’s arm, fluttering her pretty brown eyes, even hugging him right before he left. Later that evening she went to “finish” the negotiating at his office. In his bed that night, Sami had an idea of what his mother was doing. He liked his version of events, very-much-so, though he didn’t think they were real. It seemed too far-fetched, his mother sucking the real-estate agent off, a very hot thought, but something that remained in his realm of fantasy. In reality he knew his mother was a dignified Iranian woman from a privileged, highly traditional background. In actuality, Sami’s fantasies were nearer to the truth than he’d ever imagined…

The series of events that showed to him his mother’s true nature started in school. Sami was called to The Principal’s office. This principal, a plain-looking, balding mid-forties white man, was sitting behind his desk.

“Umm, sit, take a seat.”

Sami sat, trying to figure out the reason why he was there.

“So, umm, just before you joined you skimmed right by the previous semester, now it makes no difference to your final grades whatsoever, I was just thinking you should be doing some of the previous work the other students have done.”

“Like, do more work, to what I’m already doing?”

“Umm, yes you could say that. I know it seems unfair, I just feel it may be in your, and in the school’s best interests, umm, yes. I called your mother about this, seeing if we could get some extra class-time for you. She insisted we talk about this at her home.”

“Well to be honest with you, I’m not liking this at all.”

“Well it’s good that it’s not up to you,” he flashed him a smug smile and went back to his paperwork. “You can leave now; we’ll talk about this at your home.”

Sami left the office, not at all pleased at what had transpired. He spent the rest of the school day grumbling about this with his friends; afterwards he hanged around with them and arrived home at around 6pm. Once he came home, he saw his mother pacing around the apartment in her shinny black robe.

“Now where did I put it — oh hello Sami.”

“Hello.” Upon closer inspection, his mother was dressed quite odd for the occasion. Her hair was styled into curls, her make-up was on and she was wearing black stockings.

“Did you speak with The Principal, Sami?”

“Yeah I did, I don’t wanna do it Mom, I don’t wanna do any extra work because I already got enough.”

“Oh I know, I know dear. You will not be doing any more work, I promise. I’ll take care of everything.” What happened next in equal parts shocked and aroused. Farah casually untied her robe, took it off, folded it and put it on the table. She stood there, in her satin black Victoria’s Secret bra, panties and garter belt.

“Wh-what the fuck!? What the — fuck! What’re you doing?”

“Sami, language.”

“Sorry — no wait, what, why, why?”

“I think you are mature enough to know the truth. I dress like this when I need matters taken care of. I need to convince him, so I will.”

Sami was all over the place. Like a rock in a hard place (literally) Sami was constantly bobbing his head. He would look, then look away, look, then look away. He was in delight at the sight in front of him, but didn’t want to present himself as too eager. After a couple of seconds of silence, he spoke while looking at the floor.

“You’re going to have…sex with him!?”

“No, don’t be absurd. I’m just going to, well, you’re old enough to guess. You don’t need to know details.”

Sami tried wording his next question very carefully. “Mom…are you a, a woman who sells her services…to men?”

“I am not a prostitute; I do not have sex with men for money. I don’t do this with just any man, just those that I need favours from, that’s all.

“Oh, ok. Wait, Mom –“

“Sami, do not be ashamed, I am not naked, I’m wearing clothes; I’m quite comfortable dressed like this…Sami, look at me, dear.”

Sami almost burst when he got a good solid look at his mother. The details of her lingerie: the delicate finishes, the fine lace fabric, little bows dotted around the seams. Seeing his own mother in her sexy best, the slim stomach, thick thighs, inviting breasts, it was almost too much joy to take in.

“Are you ashamed?” she asked him. “I understand it may look demeaning but I do not feel that way. If an issue must be dealt with, why should I not use my natural, feminine ways? My mother did the same; whenever an important man would come to our house, she would offer her services, look her best, there was nothing wrong with it…Sami, are you angry?”

“N-no I’m not,” Sami was more turned-on than anything, he shuffled his legs around to not make it obvious. “I’m just really…surprised.”

“Ok, I understand. Could you wait by the door? Let your principal in if he knocks.”

“Ok, Mom.”

She rushed into the bathroom, shuffling around the cabinets. Sami leaned on the couch, tactfully rubbing away kartal escort while his mother was not looking. Farah then came out the bathroom holding a bottle of lube and sanitizer gel.

Knock, knock. “Hello? Is Mrs. Azim in?”

“That’s him, stay there, be a witness.”

She sashayed over to the door and opened it.

“Ah hello Mrs…oh God.”

Farah looked at him with an innocent expression. “Yes? Are you my son’s principal?”

“I’m yes, I’m yes.” Having Farah’s giant breasts in his eyeline scrambled his speech.

“Come on in.” Farah walked inside with an exaggerated hip sway walk.

When The Principal saw Sami standing there he got a distinct croak in his voice. “Oh, oh, ah, yes, ah.”

She stood with her hands clasped, ready to conduct business. “Please, he won’t be any trouble. Now I hear you want to give my son a larger workload?”

“Ah, yes, that’s true, but, but, but we can talk about it.”

“It will not take long. Here is my offer: you come into the bedroom, drop your pants, I will rub your penis with this hand and you will make sure my son gets no extra work.”

“Oh, deal, deal, done, done.”

Farah pointed to her right. “Go on inside.”

The Principal rushed into the bedroom. Farah looked at her son; he didn’t know what to say, so he nodded. She smiled, took the lube and hand gel, went inside the bedroom, closing the door as she went in.

“You didn’t have to be naked for this,” she said.

“Is, is it ok?”

“It’s fine.”

“Will you be…naked?”

“Yes, I do not want to stain my lingerie, it is quite expensive. Please try to ejaculate on the plastic. Hands to your sides.”

“Oh Lord.”

It all went quiet for a bit. Then, a minute later, Sami heard loud squishing sounds. She was doing it: his mother was giving his principal a handjob. A minute later, Sami heard a horribly loud moan:

“OHHHH DEAR GOD!”

Sami backed away from the door. He was hearing one of the most unattractive sounds in human history: the male scream-gasm.

They were deep, satanic, primal groans of delight. “OHHHH! AHHHH! OH! AHHH! OHHH! AH, AH, AH! AH! AH!”

Sami retreated to the couch, television on. After a minute, The Principal came hobbling out the bedroom, legs shaking, cheeks red.

Farah came out in her black robe, her lingerie on the floor behind her.

“Please, tell my son what you just told me.”

“Umm, yes…you won’t have to do any extra work.”

“Thank you for coming, please see yourself out,” she put her hand on his back and halfway pushed him out the apartment.

“M-Mom,” said Sami after his principal had left. “What if he tells someone about this?”

“Not to worry,” she reached into her bedroom and grabbed her IPhone. “I got insurance, I got it all taped. American technology is so fantastic, amazing really. I’m going to the shower now. You ok?”

“I’m ok, Mom.”

It took all of five minutes. He saw, heard, and knew it was recorded, yet he still couldn’t believe it: His sexy middle-eastern mother had jerked off his American principal in his home — for his benefit. Sami was zombified in front of the television, hands on his pants without him noticing.

His mother came out of the shower, wearing a long white bathrobe, towel around her hair. She sat down on the couch, a cushion away from her son.

“Are you ok, Sami?”

“Yeah, I’m doing fine. I’m ok.”

“Good, I am glad…I do not think it’s an appropriate topic for a mother and son to discuss, but if you have any questions, you may ask.”

Sami knew he had to tread very carefully. “Umm, yeah Mom,” he said with a nervous laugh, “It’s pretty weird, yeah…I just, umm, ok don’t tell me what you do with the men, I just want to know if you have…proper intercourse with them, be-because I want to know if you’re being safe! Is all I want to know, if you are putting yourself at risk, you know, because I don’t wanna worry.”

“Ok, I understand, that is an important question, I shall answer. I do not want to say too much, but I will let you know that I do not have sex with them, no sex; I only do what you just heard. Quick, clean pleasure, ok Sami?”

“Ok, Mom…Cou-could you tell me the kind of men you did this with? If you don’t want to that’s fine.”

“No I think you deserve to know. Umm, for your benefit, the men that you know about, that would be what you want to know?”

He nodded.

“Ok, let me think…The man in the amusement park who said you were too short to go on the ride, the man who fixed the pipes, the nice teacher you had who helped with your history homework, our old neighbour who didn’t like the balls you kicked in his yard, umm, the karate teacher, I had to do that for each lesson, umm…many times I did not need to offer a service, a costume change was sufficient. Small American shorts, tight t-shirts, push-up bras, I even wore my swimwear once at the old house when your soccer coach came over — Oh I’m sorry, I got a little carried away, I talked too much. Of course there are also several high-ranking business men, but that is work-related and I’ll keep that information to myself.”

Hearing his mother so casually list off all the men she’s jerked off, possibly forgetting some along the way, was the most turned-on Sami had ever been. He needed to leave the room to let out all his “feelings.”

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Meredith made her way to the window when she heard a car pull into the driveway. As expected, it was her daughter’s Corolla. But as the driver’s door opened, a young man climbed out, and he was even more impressive than the Facebook photos had suggested. He wore a faded blue t-shirt that clung to his athletic frame, tan shorts and flip flops. When her daughter, Elizabeth, came up alongside him as they walked up to the house, Meredith realized how tall he was, standing probably six inches above her daughter.

Elizabeth opened the door and yelled out, “Mom, we’re here!”

“Welcome home, honey,” Meredith said as she came from the living room and embraced her daughter. “Mike, welcome,” she said, reaching out her hand then awkwardly embracing the young man in a hug. She immediately noticed the taught muscles of his back and arms and felt her face flush.

Meredith hoped as she stepped back that the color in her face or the look in her eyes wouldn’t give her away. Elizabeth’s boyfriend was indeed tall with an athletic build. His short dark hair, expressive brown eyes, and square jaw made her heart flutter despite herself as he looked into her eyes and smiled.

Mike could barely hide his surprise and delight upon meeting Beth’s mother. She was her daughter’s height, perhaps slightly taller, but with fuller curves making up her hourglass figure. While Beth’s hair was red and cut short at the jawline (which he found incredibly sexy), her mother’s was more auburn and shoulder-length. “Thanks for having me, Ms. Green.”

Meredith immediately noticed that he knew to use “Ms.” since she had been divorced from her husband for almost nine months. It had been a little over a year since she had last had sex – the last time with her husband during a last ditch effort to re-kindle their marriage.

Before they arrived, Beth had suggested Mike sleep in the guest room to avoid any awkwardness. When they wanted to be alone, Beth could come down to the guest room, which was a floor removed from her mother’s bedroom. They went to their respective rooms to drop off their luggage.

“Hey, mom!” Beth yelled from her bedroom a few minutes later, “We were thinking of going out to the pool and taking advantage of the sun while we can.”

“Good idea; I’ll make a pitcher of lemonade.”

“You’ll join us, won’t you?” It was less a question than a statement; Mike’s voice was not deep but still masculine and commanding in tone.

Meredith turned to answer and felt a sensation she hadn’t felt in years as she visibly (and obviously) reacted to what she saw. Mike stood there in dark red board shorts and nothing else, his muscular body in full display. He was built like a swimmer, with broad shoulders and defined muscles.

When her voice returned, she replied, “I…uh…I’m…I’m sure you want to be alone with Beth.”

“Of course,” he replied in an easy tone, “but there’s plenty of time for that. I’d like to get to know you; that’s one of the reasons I came.”

Flummoxed, Meredith wasn’t sure how to respond, “I…”

“Go put on a bathing suit and join us,” he said, smiling a beat later to soften his request.

Meredith smiled, nodded, and turned to go upstairs to her bedroom to find a bathing suit. She was halfway up the stairs before she realized what she had agreed to; it didn’t stop her however from digging through her dresser and changing into one of her bathing suits.

Mike was daydreaming about seeing Meredith’s curves on full display when Beth came downstairs in a green bikini that immediately captured his undivided attention. Beth’s porcelain skin was flawless, the bikini accentuating her full breasts and tight, round butt.

“Come here,” he said, pulling her to him for a kiss.

Beth allowed herself to fall into Mike’s muscular body. She loved the feel of his hands on her – urgent with desire as if he couldn’t contain himself. She felt his hardening manhood press against her belly as she whispered, “Fuck, baby you look good.”

“Let’s go,” he said, “before I change my mind and take you right here.”

When Meredith came out to the pool, both Beth and Mike were in the water. She placed the pitcher of lemonade on the small, round deck table and settled into one of the four lounge chairs.

Mike’s level of arousal was already high when Beth’s mother came out to the pool; as she bent over to place the pitcher on the table, he felt his manhood press achingly against the inside of his board shorts. She wore a purple, one-piece with a halter top that showed off her shapely legs, round ass, and ample breasts. She reminded him of a pinup model, perhaps a little past her prime, but still incredibly sexy and alluring.

Meredith couldn’t help but stare as Mike climbed out of the pool behind Elizabeth, his muscles flexing as he pulled himself up. As he poured a glass for Beth and himself, Meredith asked, “So, you’re a grad student, Mike?”

“Yes,” he replied, “Beth took a class I was a TA for.”

“Is it okay for bostancı escort you to be dating since you’re her TA?”

“Well, we keep it on the down-low,” he replied. “I couldn’t resist your daughter,” he said, reaching out and pulling Beth to him until she fell into his arms. He kissed her neck as he wrapped his arms around her.

Meredith learned that Mike and Beth had been dating for three months, and that he was 24 and had just completed his masters degree. He was staying in the area to work during the summer at a museum before going back to begin work on his doctorate in American history. Although he would probably teach for some time, his dream job was to work at the Smithsonian.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a geek that looked…well…like you,” Meredith said, embarrassed by her comment as soon as it left her lips.

“Yeah,” he replied, “I think I’ve surprised more than one professor over the years,” he said with a smile that left Meredith squirming in her chair, secretly wishing she was in her daughter’s place lying between his legs.

Mike noticed how Beth’s mother was looking at him. Earlier, he had seen the way she had given him the once-over, but now it was more deliberate, while still trying to do so with stealth. When Beth jumped in for one more dip in the pool, Meredith’s gaze was obvious as he observed her out of the corner of his eye. That’s when Mike made a decision. He enjoyed the game of seduction, and he especially enjoyed being in control. It was one of the things that drew him to Elizabeth – her willingness to experiment and be submissive to him. The fact that she was a strong, intelligent young woman made it that much more satisfying.

They had experimented with sex in public spaces like the school library and the department store dressing room. He even convinced her to suck him off on his apartment balcony a couple times, knowing full well that people could be watching from across the street. In fact, just the other night they made love on his balcony in full view of the young couple across the courtyard, who were standing in their bedroom window, watching. At first when Beth noticed them watching, she wanted to move inside. Mike told her how beautiful and sexy she was. “Look at them,” he had said, “they can’t keep their eyes off you. They want you…but they cant have you. Do you feel that?” He had placed her hand over the crotch of his pants, which did little to conceal his state of arousal. “I want you. I want to take you now, in front of them, to show them that you belong to me.” Beth had begun grinding her ass against his engorged cock and playing with her breasts through her blouse as she looked across the courtyard, drunk with desire. “Take off your jeans,” Mike said. Beth hesitated only for a moment, but the desire in the couple’s eyes as they held each other and watched was intoxicating. She slowly pushed first her jeans, then her panties, to the floor. The coolness of the air against her bare skin sent a shiver down her spine. The man from across the courtyard kissed the woman’s neck and fondled her breasts. “See what you’re doing to them?” Mike said. Beth heard him unzip his fly, a moment later feeling his cock resting against the crack of her ass. The thickness and weight of his manhood made her shudder in anticipation. As he entered her pussy, already wet and ready for him, Beth felt empowered like she never had before, as the woman dropped to her knees and took her lover into her mouth. Mike gave the slightest of nods to his friend, whom he hoped to introduce to Beth sometime soon, before burying his cock to the hilt.

As Mike took a sip of his lemonade, he wondered if Beth’s mother had the same adventurous streak as her daughter. He would enjoy finding out.

* * * *

Meredith awoke from her dream groggy and thirsty. She could still feel the faint touch of her lover as she looked over at the bedside clock – 12:30. She slipped out of bed and went downstairs to get something cold to drink. It was on her way back, past the guest bedroom, that she heard a noise. Her heart skipped a beat as she stopped in her tracks and realized what she was hearing. As she moved closer to the door, the distinct noise of flesh against flesh coupled with the moans of pleasure from her daughter mouth, sent Meredith’s head spinning. Leaning against the door, Meredith closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wander as the sound of her daughter being fucked by Mike flooded her ears. It didn’t take much imagination on her part to replace the image of her daughter with herself as her right hand dropped down and inside her panties. Surprised by her own level of arousal, Meredith let her middle finger slip between her lips, and gasped as she easily slipped it inside. The room fell silent for a moment and Meredith momentarily panicked, wondering if they were done, or worse, heard her at the door.

“Please, baby, fuck me,” she heard Elizabeth plead.

“Later. Suck it first.”

Meredith continued, now with two ümraniye escort bayan fingers inside as she imagined sucking Mike’s cock.

“Goddamn, that feels good,” Mike groaned, “yeah, lick my balls…fuck,” he hissed.

Drunk with desire, Meredith leaned on her shoulder against the door jam to free up her other hand, allowing her to rub her clit while the fingers from her other hand were still buried deep inside.

“Turn around,” Mike ordered, his voice both firm and loving.

“Fuck!” Elizabeth gasped.

Meredith’s fingers moved in rhythm with the couple, her daughter’s moans growing in intensity with each penetrating thrust. As the tone of Elizabeth’s voice changed, signaling she was on the verge of coming, Meredith felt a flush of warmth surge throughout her body as she was close to reaching her own orgasm.

“Deeper baby, deeper,” Elizabeth urged, “take it…it’s yours!”

The bed creaked loudly as Mike thrust hard and deep into Elizabeth, her squeals of pleasure taking Meredith over the edge. She ripped her panties to the ground and fingered herself until her legs quaked from the force of her orgasm. It took all of her will not to scream out as she leaned heavily against the wall and rode the wave of pleasure that rocked her trembling body. As her orgasm slowly receded, Meredith heard Mike groan uncontrollably, his voice hoarse. It was almost enough to make her want to come again, but she thought better of it and went back to her bedroom, falling to her bed exhausted.

The next morning, Mike was the first to wake up, the cool breeze from the open window giving him a chill. His senses next became aware of the familiar scent of jasmine from Beth’s shampoo, and he looked down to see her lying next to him, still naked save for her panties. He flirted with the idea of waking her but she was sleeping so peacefully, her breaths deep and steady, that he decided to let her be. Throwing on his pajama bottoms, he opened the door and immediately caught sight of a pair of white, cotton panties lying near the entrance. He looked around, and seeing no one around, picked them up and brought them to his nose as he took in the faint scent of arousal that he knew belonged to Beth’s mother. Deciding to have a little fun, he walked as quietly as he could upstairs and dropped them at the foot of Meredith’s bedroom door, then went down to make a pot of coffee.

When Meredith awoke, the first thing she noticed, besides the smell of coffee brewing, was that she was missing her panties. Not finding them in her bed or anywhere on the bedroom floor, she began to panic as her memory of the night before crystalized in her mind. When she found them outside her door, knowing full well she hadn’t left them there, she felt of mixture of horror, anxiety, and arousal. If her panties were left by her bedroom door, it meant only one thing, and that was both scary and promising.

Later that morning, Meredith, Beth, and Mike were out by the pool. As always, Beth was swimming laps – she couldn’t help herself; she had always been like a fish. Mike was lying in the lounge chair next to Meredith.

When Beth was at the other end of the pool, Mike whispered, “Go inside and get to a window where you can see the pool.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Go inside and wait by a window where you can see the pool; I want to show you something. It’s a surprise but I’m sure you’ll like it.”

Beth was on her way back when Meredith got up, confused but intrigued, and went inside. She climbed to the second floor and looked out the hallway window where she had full view of the pool. A couple of minutes passed before Mike got up and lowered himself into the water as Beth swam her way back toward the deck. Mike grabbed her and she squealed with delight. They kissed, deeply and passionately – Meredith could feel their desire from where she stood and it made her heart flutter. Why was she feeling this way? Mike was good looking but this was getting out of hand. Why had she let him talk her into this?

It was then that Mike turned Beth around so she faced away from him as he kissed her neck and held her body close to his. He whispered something into her ear and reached down. It took a moment for Meredith to realize he had pulled down his shorts and was now rubbing himself against Beth. The look on her daughter’s face told the story. Her eyes closed, Beth bit her lip as Mike rubbed his cock against her. When he reached down again, it was obvious he was moving her bikini bottom to the side, preparing to enter her from behind. Meredith wanted to turn away from the window, but instead she watched, transfixed by it all. Mike’s eyes met hers as he wrapped one arm around Beth’s waist while the other pressed against her breasts in an embrace as he entered her.

She heard her daughter groan then catch herself as she covered her mouth. Meredith watched as Mike fucked her daughter from behind slowly, methodically, making her feel every inch of his manhood (which she imagined kartal escort was quite substantial). As her daughter’s face contorted in ecstasy, Meredith stared into the young man’s eyes, which were hard and intense and unwavering. He knew what he wanted and he was taking it – and on top of it all, he was saying, “and not only is there nothing you can do about it, but I know you wished it was you being fucked right now…”

How did I get myself into this, Meredith thought as she continued to stand there in the window. Watching Mike fuck her daughter, Meredith unconsciously squeezed her large breasts in her hands, pinching the erect nipples through her bathing suit. She saw a smile come across Mike’s face, and in response, pulled down the top of her bathing suit and exposed her tits…for him. He wrapped his hand around her daughter’s throat and picked up the pace. Beth’s mouth was agape as she place her hands on the deck for support and took everything Mike gave her, pushing back on his cock each time he pulled away. Meredith tried to imagine what it would feel like to have Mike’s hand around her throat, his cock inside her pussy. Would he enjoy her pussy as much as he was obviously enjoying Beth’s? While her daughter’s curves conformed to a tight, young body, how would Mike feel about fucking Meredith from behind, her bubble butt smacking against him with each thrust? His eyes remained locked on hers as he groaned at the force of his orgasm, coming inside her daughter as she watched helplessly.

That afternoon, Meredith met Karen – one of her best friends – for lunch at Meredith’s request. She had called Karen minutes after the pool incident and told her she needed to talk; Karen suggested they go out for lunch.

“So, Beth’s home,” Meredith began as their Sauvignon Blancs arrived.

“Oh,” Karen replied, “is that why you called? Did you two have a fight?”

“No, no. She brought home a guy…her boyfriend; they’ve been going out for about three months.”

“Okay,” she replied, “what’s the problem?”

“The problem,” Meredith said with a sigh, “is that he’s an absolute stud.” She paused, then continued, “and he has made it pretty clear…he wants me.”

“What?!” Karen exclaimed in a loud whisper.

Meredith nodded and took a big sip from her glass of wine. “He’s made it abundantly clear that he would like nothing more than to say he’s had mother and daughter.”

“How do you know? Could it just be your imagination?”

Meredith scoffed at the suggestion, “No. Let’s just say I am absolutely certain.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I know what I should do,” Meredith replied, “but it’s too late for that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, let’s just say that I haven’t shut him down.” As soon as she spoke the words, she felt guilty.

“Meredith, this is your daughter’s boyfriend. He’s obviously a player who just wants another conquest. Personally, I think it’s sick that he wants to have sex with Beth and,” she whispered, “her mother. What kind of person does that?”

The kind of person that knows he can get away with it, Meredith thought.

“You’re right,” Meredith finally said, not completely convinced, “I need to shut him down and let him know there’s chance.” Meredith almost convinced herself she would do it, but as she drove back home, the closer she got to the house, the more conflicted she became. She didn’t want to betray Beth but she also was sex-starved – and he was this hot, young guy – what was she going to do? She didn’t know but she figured she would soon find out.

* * * *

Elizabeth wiggled her panties down her shapely legs that were the result (at least in part) of riding her bike to campus no matter the weather, and kicked them to the side before stepping into the shower. She loved the feel of the hot water cascading down her body from the rain shower head her mother had recently installed in the upstairs guest bathroom. She often found herself, especially on the weekends, spending extra time in the shower, savoring the sensation. Maybe just for a minute, she thought, as she rubbed and pinched her sensitive nipples, her thoughts drifting to her boyfriend, and the clandestine sex they had the previous night in the downstairs family room, her mother just two floors away. Within seconds, her nipples were fully erect, allowing Beth to pinch and pull them away from her ample bosom. She moaned softly when she let her hand fall to her womanhood and felt the extent of her desires. Placing her other hand against the tiled wall, Beth decided that she couldn’t wait for Mike; she needed to come now.

He eased the door open until he could clearly see her through the glass shower door. She was facing away from him, her hands running over her smooth skin as she rinsed the soap from her body. He took in the erotic site before his eyes: her legs, though short in length, were toned and beautifully sculpted; his cock twitched in his pants when he took in the sight of her full, round ass – how he couldn’t wait to touch it, to spank it, to fuck it; the swell of her substantial breasts was evident as she turned her body slightly; her porcelain complexion and shoulder-length, red hair that clung wet to her cheek was almost enough to make him completely lose control.

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This is chapter 3 of a multiple chapter story. Please read preceding chapters before as they affect events occurring here. Those engaged in sexual conduct are at least eighteen years of age.

Tuesday morning.

Dave woke and stretched while remembering the night before, his hand instinctively reaching for his bare cock. At dinner, Emily had told Jim how good their son was at eating pussy and fucking. Afterwards, in the living room, the couple started kissing and removing each other’s clothes, not bothered by the fact that their son was in the room. He watched them fuck jacking his own dick until Emily reached over to him and she started sucking his cock. It had been an experience he would not soon forget.

He quickly donned a robe to cover his rising dick and made his way to the bathroom. After releasing his piss into the toilet and washing his hands, he then walked into the living room and stopped dead in his tracks. A cop stood in the middle of the room talking to Emily and Jim sitting on the couch.

Emily saw the cop look up and turned. “Come in, Dave,” she said looking teary-eyed. “Frank, this our son, Dave. This is Frank Wilson, Sweetheart.

“What’s going on?” he asked looking at the holstered weapon that rode at the cop’s side inches from his dark hand.

“Tabitha’s missing,” she answered.

“I thought she was supposed to be spending the night with Tracy.”

“She was,” Said Jim. “But the security people at the Heritage Mall found her car there, and knew something wasn’t right since it has been there since yesterday morning. We’ve called Tracy and her parents, and they confirmed that she didn’t make it there. Tracy thought that something must have happened that she couldn’t make it and didn’t bother to check. She suggested we try calling Simon.”

“Obviously,” Emily continued, “not knowing about our lifestyle, she didn’t want to come out and say that she may have spent the night with him. But when I called him, he said he hadn’t seen her since Saturday night when they had a date. His mom confirmed that he had been working on his car all day yesterday.”

“When was the last time you saw her, son?” said Frank.

“Yesterday morning before she left for the mall,” said Dave. “And the name is Dave, not son. You aren’t old enough to call me ‘son’.”

The cop glared at him with raised eyebrows before turning back to his mother. “Emily, is there a chance that she might have ran away?” asked the cop.

“I don’t think so,” she replied. “First, she is of age and if she wanted to leave, we couldn’t stop here from doing so, so she wouldn’t bother to run. Second, she knows that she can talk to us about anything, and although she knows we don’t think Simon is right for her, she knows we wouldn’t stop her from doing anything she thought she was ready for and willing to do. Third, if she were leaving, she would have taken a lot more stuff with her, including some things that she would have considered her prized possessions that are still here. And fourth, she definitely wouldn’t have left her car behind.”

“I had to ask, you know,” said the big cop. “You said the girl Tracy doesn’t know about your life style. What did you mean by that? Would Tabitha know what you mean by that?

Emily put a hand to her face, feeling a little of the heat rise. “Tabitha doesn’t know, yet,” she finally answered. “We were going to tell both our kids this week when we could have the whole family together. Jim just returned from a business trip, so we thought sometime this week, probably on Saturday, would be the right time to tell them.”

“Tell them what?”

“That their swingers,” Dave blurted out. “They have sex with quite a few other people.”

Frank blinked a few times, looking from Dave to his mother then his father. They both nodded that he was speaking the truth. “You know about this already?”

“I found out yesterday,” he answered. “It wasn’t the planned conversation they wanted. Dad wasn’t even home yet when the subject came up.”

“You both know when the other has been with someone else?” asked the officer somewhat nervously.

“Oh, yes,” replied Emily. “Usually, we share who we will be with before we will be with them. In fact, we will usually do things as a couple and enter into the moment with another couple or multiple couples. There are times when it is one on one, though. Each of us has the right to say that a particular person should not be someone the other should be with.”

“That reminds me, dear,” Jim spoke up. “I have a name to add to my book.

“Book? You mean you keep track of everyone you’re with?”

“Yes,” she said watching his eyes go wide.

“Anyway, it happened while on the trip, and there wasn’t time to call and tell you about it. She’s an employee at the firm. I’m not sure what department. Her name was Sarah something. What was the last name?”

Frank Wilson sat down on a chair across from the couch the family was sitting on. If a black man could go pale, he would have. “Wilson,” he said thoughtfully. “Sarah Wilson.”

“That’s escort ataşehir it,” Jim said easily before realizing what happened. “Oh, shit.”

“Yeah,” the cop offered weakly.

Emily rose and went into her bedroom. She returned with two small journals and handed them to Frank. “Everything we’ve done as a swinging couple,” she said. “Names and dates of first time with the person or persons. We don’t have many in there, really. Less than two pages each.

Frank looked at the books, reading through the names. “Your own son?” he asked with a shocked look on his face as he got to the end of Emily’s list.

Dave felt the heat rise to his face as the cop shook his head. He closed the books, then placed them on the coffee table pushing them towards Jim. “Add the name,” he said sadly.

“Frank, it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t love you,” said Emily. “Jim and I are totally devoted to each other. Except for when he goes on business trips with Rachel, we are always together at the end of the day. Neither of us spends all night with someone else except he with Rachel and that’s only when they have to be away on business.

“Who’s Rachel?”

“Dad’s secretary,” Dave answered.

Frank looked thoughtful for a minute then drew out his cell phone.

“Frank, don’t do something you will regret,” said Emily. “Give her a chance. Please.”

He looked at her then hit a few buttons on his phone. “For me to do my job in trying to find your daughter, I will have to get this taken care of,” he said.

“Then have her come over here,” said Jim. “I’ll call Rachel and make sure that she doesn’t get in trouble at work.”

“In the mean time, is there anything that I can do?” asked Dave. “I mean about Tabitha missing,” he added as they looked at him in confusion.

“Get a picture of her, and make up some posters looking for information from anybody who might have seen something,” said Frank. “Then find some people to help put them up throughout the city.”

Mid-morning.

“Ms. Moore,” said the voice. “Are you awake?”

“Yes,” came the terse reply.

“You have not yet wet the bed this morning.”

“I waited for you.”

“Why?”

“Isn’t that what guys want? To see stuff streaming out of a girl’s pussy?”

There was some hesitation before the answer came. “Admittedly, most guys prefer a woman who can squirt when she cums, but that does not mean that it necessarily extends to wanting to watch her piss. The reason I won’t let you up to go to the bathroom has to do with safety, both yours and mine, not some fetish about watching you wet yourself.”

“Oh. Well in that case,” she said as she began releasing her piss, “next time, I won’t wait.”

When she finished, the clean up ritual began again. First, the sheet was removed. Then, she was washed and his fingers probed softly just inside her cunt as he gently cleaned her. All too soon, she felt his hands being taken away.

“Don’t stop, please,” she begged.

“What?”

“You’ve got me tied up so that I can’t touch myself, and when you touch me like that, I get so horny. Please don’t stop. I really need to cum.”

Softly, his hands again caressed her pussy and his fingers entered her. He gently probed upwards with two fingers and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

“Yes!” she moaned. “Your hand feels so much better than my own. But don’t go very deep. Stay just barely inside.” His fingers probed upward again, staying just inside her cunt. She felt him pull them out for a second as he pulled some of the lubrication that she was producing and rubbed it on her clit. Then his thumb was again rubbing it and she bucked her hips towards his hand. Her breathing became more ragged as he ministered to her need, trying to bring her the release she desired. She felt his fingers touch a spot that caused her to push her legs wider against the ropes holding her to the bed. Her mind wandered to the one thing she knew she really wanted, and she pictured it as she had seen it months earlier just after it had been pulled from the pussy of his girlfriend. The picture of that hard eight-inch cock added to the stimulation of her cunt by her captor’s fingers. “Fuck,” she said, her voice barely audible. “Oh, yes. Right fucking there.” She felt her orgasm building, the tingle starting somewhere behind her belly “Oh, fuck! I’m going to cum.” she called out. “Shit. Fffuucckk!” Her fluids poured out of her as she came hard on his hand, her juices flowing over it freely and explosively.

“Much better,” she said.” Thanks.”

“You do this often?”

“Usually at least twice a day,” she answered. “Often more.”

There was silence for a while then the subject was dropped as he started reading something.

“Tabitha K. Moore,” he said. “What does the K. stand for?”

“Katrina,” she answered.

“Brown hair, blue eyes, one hundred ten pounds. Really? Where? Looks like you just had your eighteenth birthday. Did you have a party?

“Just my family. Dad couldn’t be there because kadıköy escort bayan he was away on business, but he called first thing that morning to make sure I knew he hadn’t forgotten. Then we talked again that evening when mom called him so that he could take part in singing that stupid birthday song with the rest of the family.”

“I take it that you don’t like the song?”

“I fucking hate the damn thing. It just seems so stupid and childish to me.”

“At least your father cares enough to recognize your birthday. You should be glad he cares about you, Tabitha.”

“Are you saying that your father didn’t care about you?”

“I’m not saying whether he did or didn’t or whether he does or doesn’t. Just trying to get you to realize how nice it is that your father cares.

“I am grateful that he cares. But no stupid song told me that. The phone call at the beginning of the day did. And I love him for it. I wish he could have been there to enjoy my birthday with us, but I know that he’ll make it up to me if he can. He’s that way with both me and my brother.

“You have a brother?”

“Yeah. He’s the best in the world, too. He’s tall, and his big, dark brown eyes just sparkle when you walk into a room and he smiles at you. He’s strong, too, but not overly done like those muscle-bound morons at the beach. He can wrap you up in those arms and you feel very safe. I know that sounds cliché, and I’m not one of those ‘need a man to care for me’ people, but I do feel safe when he hugs me tight. He got those muscles from all the times we went camping. He would chop the wood for the fire and I could sit and watch him do that all damn day.”

“Sounds like you like him.”

“Like I said, he’s the best.”

“Do the two of you get along?”

“Yeah. I think he would do anything for me, and I know I would for him.”

“Seems like you have a pretty good life, Tabitha.”

“I think so. Hey. You know my name, but what can I call you? It doesn’t make sense to go around saying ‘Mr. Kidnapper’ all the time.”

She heard the sound of paper rattling. “How about Henry?”

“Why Henry?”

“It’s the first name on the list of people in the obit column of the Democrat-Herald,” he said. “Henry Alton.”

“So, I’m talking to a dead guy? I don’t think so.”

“Here’s a puff piece by a Penelope,” he suggested.

“Right,” she said. “So. when people ask me who took my cherry, I can give them a girl’s name. Try again.”

“You’re a virgin?” he asked surprised.

“Why do you think I said not to go very deep with your fingers? I know this is going to end up with you fucking me, but I want to keep everything intact until the moment you put your cock into me at least.”

There was a pause as he thought about that. “You’re not frightened of that?

“No. It’s not the way I would like it to happen. I would like it to be sweet and tender. I would like it to be gentle and loving. I would like to be able to respond and hold him tight with both my legs and my arms. I want to feel his strong arms holding me tight letting me know that he won’t hurt me. I’d like to kiss him when he doesn’t exactly expect it and be able to see his face when I do so, to see his eyes sparkle and filled with desire for me and desire to please me. I would like to know who it is and that he truly loves me. But I’m not scared of it.

“Aren’t you scared of me?”

“No, not anymore.”

“Why not?”

She paused before answering, thinking about what to say and perhaps what not to say. “I don’t know. I just feel that I can trust you not to hurt me.”

“Were you never scared of me?”

“Only at first. I settled down and let go of the fear after you cleaned me up that first time yesterday.”

The paper rattled again. “John?” he asked.

“What?”

“How about John for a name?”

“Oh.” she said. “No, the people who buy time with whores are called johns. I’d feel like it was making me into one. Tell you what. I’ll call you Charles.”

“Why Charles?”

“It’s my brother’s middle name. It will help me feel that much safer.” “Charles it is then. I’ll get you something to eat now.”

Near noon.

Emily opened the door to the sight of a petite black woman when the door bell rang. “Hello,” she said trying to be cheerful in spite of her worry over Tabitha. “You must be Sarah. I’m Emily.”

“Yes,” she answered.

“Please, come in. Frank and my husband are in my daughter’s room. He’s looking for anything that might help determine what has happened to her.”

“What has happened to her?” asked Sarah.

“They found her car at the mall this morning, but no sign of her. It’s been there since yesterday morning. Frank seems to think kidnapping. Let’s go into the kitchen. I’m in the middle of putting some lunch stuff together. We can talk in there until Frank is done and we have to meet him and my husband in the living room.”

Emily ushered the woman into the kitchen and pulled the door between it and the living room closed. Now it was escort bostancı time to start the real conversation. She hoped it would go alright.

“How long have you and Frank been married?” she asked easing into the subject instead of barging into it.

“Two years,” Came the answer.

“Really? Your basically still newlyweds.”

“Sometimes I can’t believe it has been that long. Time seems to go by so fast.”

“You must love him a lot, huh.”

“Of course, I love him. What kind of question is that?

“Sarah, you’re here for a reason. Part of the reason has to do with your marriage. You said that you love your husband. I take it that you want to remain his wife?”

“Of course,” she huffed. “What’s going on? Why the third degree?”

“I want to give you a bit of advice, Sarah. Do you mind? You don’t have to follow it, but it really works wonders.”

“Works wonders for what?”

“For couples. My husband and I have been married almost twenty-one years. Part of that is because of some very sound advice from some friends of ours. See, we have an arrangement with each other that allows us a little leeway in our marriage. As long as we don’t abuse it, everything works. Our marriage isn’t exactly what they call open, but we don’t keep it completely closed either. We are what you might call swingers. Most often, when we see other people, we do so together, but sometimes, we do it one on one. There are two very big rules that we follow completely… with one exception. Number one is ‘at the end of the day, be in your own bed with your spouse.’ Never sleep over at another person’s place or get a room together. That is cheating on your spouse. The second rule is ‘don’t. keep. any. secrets.’ Everyone I have ever been with, my husband knows about, and I know about everyone that he has ever been with. Now, I said that we have one exception to these rules. Sometimes, my husband has to go out of town on business. When he does, his secretary usually goes with him. They have a relationship with each other, and when they are out of town, they sleep in the same room and in the same bed. But when he’s here at home, he does not sleep anywhere else but in our bed. Do you understand?”

“Not really,” said Sarah. “Frank and I are not in to swinging, unless you’re saying he wants us to do that.”

“No,” replied Emily with a chuckle. “No, that might be an avenue that the two of you might want to approach, but there are some hurdles the two of you have to get over first. For the purpose of our conversation, that second rule is the one you need to remember most, right now. Do you remember it?”

“Sure. Don’t keep secrets. I gather that you aren’t talking about Christmas and Birthday gifts.”

“No, I’m not. I’m talking about keeping your spouse out of the loop when you have a time when you get together with someone else for the purpose of sex.”

“But we’re not swingers.”

“Still, sometimes things happen. Secrets destroy marriages as quickly as having an illicit affair. A onetime thing might be able to be forgiven as long as people are open about it. Have you had such a thing occur?”

Sarah looked at her with fear. “What do you know?” she asked glaring at her.

“My husband’s name is Jim Moore. We don’t keep any secrets.”

“Shit,” Sarah swore. “You’re blackmailing me?”

“Hell, no,” replied Emily. “I’m trying to help you save your marriage. Blackmailing you would only compound the problem by adding another secret. Remember, secrets destroy marriages. I almost lost my husband because I didn’t tell him about something in my past. It happened before we were a couple, but it was still upsetting for him when he found out and it nearly destroyed our marriage. Now, we both are very open with each other about everything.”

“So, what do you want, then?”

“You need to be honest with Frank about your involvement with Jim. Don’t try to hide it or deny it. Just own up to it.”

“Frank will kill me if he finds out about this.”

“Why don’t you tell me what happened?

“I suppose you know Rachel Simmons. She’s Mr. Moore’s secretary.”

“Of course. She and I sometimes get together. Usually with Jim. And, as I said, the two of them have a relationship.”

“Rachel and I went to the hotel bar to relax after a particularly hard day. Before long, we were rather blitzed and she asked me to go with her to her room so that she would be sure to make it there. Once in the room, we were laughing and horsing around. Next thing I know, she’s kissing me and taking my clothes off. I didn’t even fight it. I thought she was just joking around. Then she started playing with my pussy, and before I knew what was happening, we were both eating each other out. I’ve never done that before. Then your husband walked into the room and just sort of naturally joined in. I’ve never cheated on Frank before. I wasn’t meaning to do so that time. But if I tell him, my marriage will be over, and I don’t know how to deal with that. I love him completely.”

“I’m glad you said that, Sarah. It will help immensely when you tell him about it in few minutes. Yes,” she said as she saw the scared look on the woman’s face. “You have to tell him. It has to be dealt with so that you two can move forward.”

“Fuck!” she said. “He knows, doesn’t he?”

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She says, “Another wrestling meet, another wrestling cock.”

It’s Friday evening at the university gym. Cruz (19 yrs.) stands at 5’9″ who weighs 149 lbs. He’s a good-looking Latino wrestler who is a ladies-man. Several girls watch him compete on the gym floor. He’s a champion from a visiting team who wins his match easily. He unstraps his head gear and steps next to the referee. His hand is raised as the winner and the girls in the audience applaud loudly. Cruz waves at them while stepping off of the floor.

Inside the locker-room. Cruz had already stripped naked who stands on the weight machine with his hands raised in the air. His weight is recorded and he steps off that machine. Coach Sam throws him a towel as he walks toward the showers.

Cruz stands under the hot water facing the wall. His black hair falls over his eyes as the water splashes over his smooth, brown skin. He lathers up the body-wash over his muscular chest, abs and black crotch. Coach Sam walks up to the showers carrying a back-pack full of escort ataşehir flowers and cards.

Coach yells, “Hey Cruz!”

“Yeah” Cruz answers as he turns around toward Sam.

Coach lifts up the back pack and smiles. He says, “More of this from the girls. iPhone numbers too.”

Cruz nods his head, “Okay, put it near my locker.” Coach turns and walks toward the lockers.

15 minutes later. Cruz sits in the bleachers surrounded by girls as they watch the heavy-weight competition. His jet-black hair is combed neatly from his beautiful face. He’s also wearing tight jeans and a university t-shirt.

It only takes a look or a stare. Ling has been sitting in the bleachers and watching Cruz closely. Her eyes never leave him even as he sits there with all those girls. The wrestling meet comes to a close and Cruz finally looks left in Ling’s direction. He does a double-take and realizes that she’s been staring at him. She waves at him and he “nods” in her direction.

It’s late Friday night inside the casino Hotel hallway. Cruz is searching for room 110. He reaches the door and knocks. Ling opens the door wearing a white “see-through” nightie. His eyes grow wide as he looks down from her pert nipples to that heavy black pussy.

She kadıköy escort bayan smiles, “Hi Cruz. Didn’t think you were gonna make it.”

“Well baby, I had to get away from those girls. Look, I gotta make an excuse to my new girlfriend. I can come tomorrow night” he says with a smile.

Ling replies, “I’ll be waiting.” She steps forward and French-kisses him. She then quickly turns and walks back into the room. He looks down at her beautiful buttocks through that nightie.

Cruz whispers, “Ho-ly fuck.”

24 hours later on Saturday night inside Ling’s Hotel room. The big screen TV plays ESPN with the volume turned down low. All the lights are turned on.

Ling and Cruz are naked on the couch. Their bodies are wrapped around each other. She is on her back with both legs spread open and lifted into the air. Her buttocks are on the edge of that couch. He is standing and leaning over her with his hands placed under her arms.

His hair falls over his eyes, but watches his 8-inch cock. It’s buried halfway inside of her hot cunt. He’s too thick to go all the way in. The condom is rolled halfway up too. His thrusts are powerful as his body weight slams down upon her black pussy.

She reacts loudly, “Hunh.! Hunnh.! Gawd.! Hunh.! escort bostancı Cruz.!”

Her eyes quickly glance over his beautiful brown skin and down to his thick dark crotch.

“Gawd.! Gawd.! Hunnh.! Hunh.! Hunh.!” she says.

Ling’s buttocks lift off the couch too.

He watches her heavy, black pussy as his hard shaft pushes in as far as it can.

Cruz grunts, “Hot.. Shit.! Shit.!”

She yells, “Gawd.! Cruz.! FEELS.! GOOD.! Hunh.! Hunh.!”

His right hand reaches up to wipe the small sweat from his forehead. He keeps watching his cock push in and out.

She also looks at his thrusting cock and responds, “Hunnh.! Hunh.! Unnh.! Uh-Unnh.!”

He says, “Gonna Cum.. Shit.! Gonna Cum.!”

She watches him thrust in a few more times as his 6-pack abdominals clench.

He stops and explodes, “Uuuuuuuuuhh!”

His cock is still inside of her as they both breathe hard. Her left hand reaches up and runs down his chest and abs.

She then looks into his eyes, “God Cruz. I came t-twice.”

A smile comes across his face and slowly pulls out his cock. He drops to his knees as her legs fall open on the couch. He raises up his hands and they rest on both of her inner-thighs.

He whispers, “You’re fucking hot baby.”

She smiles down at him, “So are you.”

“To hell with my new girlfriend” he says.

Ling laughs at him, “Yeah, right. You ladies-man, you.”

He laughs too, staggers up and pulls off the condom. She watches him stride into the bathroom.

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Import/export is a very lucrative business. One can make huge profits from getting goods abroad and into the country. I am one such.

The goods I am talking about may be called “testacles.” You see, I am a highly educated married woman, in the music industry; I coach young and old in various instruments and voice. Lately I have been involved in internet marketing too. One day, year before last, I contacted a man of my age back in the old country where I grew up. I was not all that hopeful that he would be interested, chiefly because internet access back there may not be up to standard. Indeed, he responded well but fell silent for a month afterwards. I said to myself, “You see, he does not have proper access to the Internet.”

Then he seemed to wake up suddenly. He started following my lessons avidly and working at the tasks I set out for him, demolishing my theory about bad internet service. I kept sending him encouraging emails, cyber-gifts and motivation. In one such conversation via a chat agent, he also told me of his involvement in the choir I used to lead in his town. That year he was the chief soloist in their Christmas Carols Concert. I asked him to make sure he sent me a recording by WhatsApp, which he promptly did. I watched it over and over again, getting more sexually aroused each time.

I could not understand my body’s reactions. I had never experienced anything like it. To play it down I said to him, “This is marvellous, Dave! Did you do voice training at some point?”

“I just wish I could! They run lessons at the Conservatoire, but they cost far too much! Very few can afford them,” he replied. I could almost feel the despair in his voice.

“Have you ever thought of seeking such training elsewhere?” I gently prodded him.

“Oh, yes! I dream of coming to a country such as yours, for I am sure that voice training is not an odd skill for which trainers feel free to charge exorbitantly, as they do here.”

I began exploring ways of bringing him over to this country so that I could coach him musically, as well as in the internet business. I could see we could both benefit greatly working together. Little did I realize it would almost bring my marriage to ruin.

That is how became an import agent, although some uncharitable types may term it ‘people trafficking’. Alright, I sent him a series of emails detailing how he should apply for a passport. (Fortunately I still remembered the name of the building and office to which he should report.) He sent me a picture of the requirements, documentary and fiscal, which I fulfilled.

The next step was to obtain an entry visa into this country. (There was a time not too long ago when one did not need one; it was only a question of presenting oneself with one’s passport at the airport). There were requirements here too, documents of which he sent me pictures. I had the capacity to fulfill those as well, thank God! Once he had obtained that, he sent me a pic of the visa on his passport.

“Why do you feel that you have to give me pictorial evidence? escort ataşehir Do you think I do not trust you, Dave?” I asked him by WhatsApp.

“I repent,” he replied cheekily. Both of us knew the only thing remaining now was obtaining the plane ticket, which I would do here. I presented the details to the airline, as well as to Dave, so that he could embark at the airport without hassle. So far my ‘trafficking’ was going along petty well.

For some strange reason I found myself trembling at the very thought of having Dave here in the same city as I was, so many years after I had left my country of origin. The idea had been that I would take my doctorate in music here and return home. But wonder of wonders, I met a mature man who was the pastor of a large church. We were immediately attracted to each other and before long were making wedding arrangements.

I had been married to Samuel, at that point, for fifteen years, which made it really strange that my body would behave in this unfamiliar fashion every time I thought of Dave’s coming. Samuel only knew that Dave was coming to further his musical studies. That I would be his coach would only seem natural; he would merely be one of my many students. I hoped it would be nothing more than that, though my mind and body were indicating something else altogether!

Dave arrived on a cold, blustery February morning on board a British Airways flight. Guessing that he had no idea of winter cold, although I had told him to make sure he dressed warm, I still carried an overcoat just in case. Which turned out to be fortuitous, for Dave had indeed dressed warm, but for African cold, not British winter cold. He had a V-neck pullover under his suit jacket, which would have been fine. By the time he came through after customs and immigration checks, he was trembling visibly with cold.

Fifteen years had not changed him much. I picked him out among the crowd of arrivals with ease. Apparently he spotted me without difficulty, for he was smiling widely by the time he came through the doors. We fell upon each other in bear hugs, full of joy of seeing each other after so long.

“Dave! I can hardly believe its you!”

“Jess, you hardly change at all. Does time have no effect on you?” He pulled himself a little away from my face to stare at me. I saw a man who looked very much like I had last seen him in another time, another place. He had a few grey wisps in his hair and beard but nothing more seemed to have changed. He pulled me close again and I felt the strength of his body. When we released each other I could feel a tingling in my pussy. ‘What? Have I never hugged anything male in my life? Why do I feel this way now?’ I asked myself.

Hoping he had noticed nothing I told him, “This way please!” as I took one of his bags and headed to the parking and my car.

***************************

“You get off the Tube at Piccadilly Circus, and walk up Regent Street. The address I wrote for you is just before you get to the junction with Conduit Street,” I told kadıköy escort bayan Dave before ending the call. After barely a week and a half he had become used to the transport system of London, so I was fairly confident he would be able to conduct himself to my studio.

We had started with breathing techniques, where I found that he had the greatest trouble. He told me that on some hymns he found it difficult to finish a line without needing to snatch a small breath. This had its numerous problems, to which we paid a lot of attention. I planned to start him on my “Piano Mastery in 60 days” course when I found he already knew his way about the keyboard, and also had quite a bit of history on the development of piano.

In fact he had a lot of music theory but it was a mishmash without any connecting thread between all the various parts. He told me he wanted “music to make sense” to him. “You already know enough to take a degree in music. You will have a firm grasp of the whole musical picture in a very short time. By the time I am finished with you, you will be a master.”

Every time he sang his voice affected me powerfully. The reaction I had when I heard the recording he sent me some months before returned with renewed vigour. It made me so sexually aroused that some sessions ended with me trembling with lust. Samuel would ask me at night what had gotten into me because our lovemaking would take on a wholly different quality. I was wetter than normal and wanted him to keep going even after I had come. When the memory of Dave’s voice, or anything about him came to my mind, I moved my hips with greater power than Samuel had ever felt. I came to orgasm faster and more powerfully. Of course I could not tell my pastor husband what was going through my mind at the time when he was fucking me.

This added enjoyment brought us closer together again and by all standards should have stopped my naughty thoughts. I wondered how I would survive the week when he would be in Uganda for mission work. If he suspected I had these strong feelings for another man, albeit unformed, he would have much trouble about going on this mission. But it had been planned for more than nine months and involved a large team at our church and that in distant Uganda.

I frequently would be on the verge of telling Dave how he was affecting lovemaking with my Reverend husband, but always drew back at the last moment, dragging myself back to the business at hand. I could feel, however that something was bound to give way at some point and I was powerless against that tide. It was like I was in the grip of some demon who would not let me go.

*****************

I had tried to be as normal as possible in the days before Samuel and his team left, and also the first two days after they did. This evening, Dave’s session was the last one of the day. As we wound up, he played a scale so smoothly, making me so proud of the progress he had made that tears came to the corners of my eyes. He looked up as he finished and in a very concerned escort bostancı voice asked me, “What is the matter, Upline?” He stood up and came towards me.

“I am alright, don’t worry!” wiping my eyes carefully so as not to smudge my makeup.

“Are you lonely already?” By this time he was holding me, resting my head on his chest. For some reason, my tears flowed more freely than before, causing him to be more concerned. He patted and rubbed me all over my back. Somewhere along the way, my tears of joy had become those of the enormous strain I had undergone trying to appear normal to both my husband and my ‘imported’ student and friend. Something seemed to snap in me and I held Dave almost with desperation. My bottled-up lust blew up in my and Dave’s face. I brought my face to his and kissed him almost as if I wanted to consume him. He repaid me in the same coin, driving us both beyond reasonable limits.

Before I could bring sense and awareness of my position as the highly respected wife of the Reverend Samuel Upton to bear on our situation, I was pulling at his trousers. Soon my fingers located his upright cock, massaging it through his clothing. Impatience forced me to unzip him and pull trouser and underwear down his legs. On my haunches, I licked the head of his cock, bringing a moan from his throat. He placed a hand on my head steadying me. But now in the full grip of my fleshly desires I wanted the whole cock inside my mouth. Samuel had never had any appetite for fellatio, so if you had asked me at that moment where I had learnt that, I would have been hard pressed to supply you with any answer.

We struck a rhythm with him thrusting into my mouth and me sucking him. But I wanted more. I stood up, letting Dave pull my skirt and panty off me. He positioned me on an old sofa in the corner, holding my legs lewdly open.

“Spear me with that weapon, Darling!” My own words shocked me that I had called a man other than my husband those endearing words! Like any Masai warrior worth his salt he did exactly as bidden. I felt his cock opening me up inch by delicious inch. He began to move inside pulling his cock almost all the way out then driving insistently back in up to the hilt. This time I did not need to fantasise or imagine anything. I had the genuine article. I hit my first orgasm in short order with a ‘shout like an archangel’. He slowed down for allow me to be consumed by my orgasm.

But he resumed as soon as I had spent myself, sending me up the ladder again. He bent and sucked my nipple into his warm mouth, sending me spiralling into a powerful climax again.

“Take that! Revenge is sweet!” he said. “If you thought you had got away with making my life so sweet, you were so wrong!” I sucked his cock into my mouth again, tasting myself on him. He too shot off with great speed all over my face. I only caught a little of his offering in my mouth.

We did not want to end this banquet but the cold would soon get to us so we had to bring it to a reluctant conclusion. I got home with my body in a sexual buzz. That night I did not miss Samuel as much as the previous two nights. Naturally!

As I changed into my nightclothes, I felt my pussy imbued with a strange warmth I had never experienced before. Also my clit was pulsing as if my heart had moved house there.

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I woke up next to Lily in the morning of the second day of our vacation, her head resting on my shoulder and her arm draped across my chest. There was no doubt that this vacation was going to be a great one, at least the way the first day had gone. I thought about the night before, how we’d gone down to the beach, made love in the ocean and on our blanket, thinking we’d been completely alone. As it turned out, we’d been seen – another couple had watched every move. How did I know? He’d told me, after having “accidentally” bumping into us on our way back to town. More amazing than that, he’d told me that he and his girl were willing to return the favor for us the next night…. tonight. Tom had said that he and Jan (their first names were all we’d ever know about them) would be back there. All we had to do was to be back at the same spot on the beach at nine this evening.

I alternated between replaying last night and trying to decide what to do about tonight. On the one hand, the idea was incredibly exciting – both that we’d been seen and that another couple wanted to return the favor. On the other hand, I didn’t know what to do about Lily – both how she’d react to the idea, and how she’d react to the fact that I hadn’t told her yet! Ultimately, I knew I had to get her down to that beach.

Why the problem? Well, Lily was in some ways a very conservative lady. She never did anything without thinking it through carefully, even if it sometimes meant missing an opportunity. Despite an incredible sexual appetite, she usually managed to keep it under wraps unless she was alone with her lover. Since we’d been back together, I’d worked on opening up my lusty Lily, whose shyness I attributed to not having been allowed to explore her sensual potential. Between us, though, it just seemed to click, all the time, and everything we tried we found exciting, even as it got more risqué. The truth was, I knew that once she got to the show tonight, she’d love every second of it. That being said, I decided I’d just surprise her.

For me the days seemed to drag forever, despite a lot of sightseeing and the occasional break for a quickie whenever we could get even the slightest amount of privacy. Lily was definitely feeling her exhibitionist oats; she’d picked out a shorter skirt than usual, and had gone with a very low cut top. At one point walking through a quiet neighborhood, I pulled her into the garden of a house that was obviously unoccupied. I grabbed her hand and placed it squarely on my cock, and it was like a light switch turning her on. In seconds she was bent over leaning against the back wall of the house, and I was pounding her from behind, letting up only long enough to turn around and give her a mouthful of hot cum.

We tried a different bar this time for our dinner and drinks, a bar that had dancing and a pretty good band. Even though the crowd was a little younger than us, the music was our style and we got the chance to dance for the first time in ages. I remembered the first time we’d gone dancing – it was a Valentine’s dance sponsored by the fraternities and sororities on campus. We had slow danced to every escort ataşehir song, no matter what the music was, until people started the inevitable “go get a room.” In keeping with the spirit of the moment, we had; well, not gone and gotten a room, but gone back to my room.

This time we danced at the right speed for each song, but did our best imitation of “dirty dancing” and when a couple of slow songs came on, we pressed together, hot and sweaty from the dancing, and ready to fuck right on the dance floor. I think if the lights had been a little lower, my cock might have found a way inside her right on the floor.

I looked at my watch and decided that now was the time to make the move. “Come for a walk with me,” I whispered to her. “Let’s walk down to the beach.”

“Baby wants to get some?,” Lily teased. She grabbed by cock playfully through my pants and said “I thought we’d try someplace else tonight.”

“Oh, I just want some air,” I responded, “and I thought I might get you to walk topless on the beach for me.”

“Hmmmmmmm….” was all she said, but she squeezed my hand as we walked down toward the beach.

We were just out of sight of the town lights when Lily stopped and proceeded to remove her shirt and bra, slipping the bra in a pocket and tying the shirt around her waist. There she was, incredibly, topless in the moonlight, nipples standing tall and proud. I couldn’t resist and leaned over to suck each one into my mouth, causing Lily to shake and grab my head. It was a struggle to lift my head from her tits, but I knew I had to get her a couple hundred yards down the beach in a hurry if we were to make it to our show.

As we got down the beach, we could see the light from what looked to be a campfire on the beach. I knew that was the place, but wondered if our mystery couple had chickened out, or that someone else had taken our spot. We slowed our pace, almost creeping toward the fire, wondering what we’d find. I at least had a clue of what I wanted to find, but Lily was totally in the dark. She was so preoccupied with her stealthy approach that she didn’t even realize she still had her shirt off, and might at any moment walk into a group of strangers!

Close up it was clear that we hadn’t walked into a group of strangers or a bunch of kids partying on the beach. The sounds were obviously of sex, loud and not the slightest bit concerned about who might walk up. Lily dropped to her knees behind a little dune and peeked around. Clearly interested, she stretched out to see the most she could without being seen. Our mystery friends must have heard our approach, however, as they repositioned themselves to give us the best possible angle. Jan was on her knees, hands on the hips of her lover, who had his cock firmly planted in her mouth. She sucked him hard and fast, clearly enjoying herself. The way Tom held her head made me wonder if she loved when he did that as much as Lily did.

As I expected, Lily was entranced. She couldn’t take her eyes off the scene in front of her. It didn’t make me jealous at all, it was clear she wasn’t interested in either of them kadıköy escort bayan in THAT way, it was simply that she was seeing live sex, and absolutely loving it. I didn’t touch her at all, just sat back and watched. She was clearly lost in the moment. Her breathing was fast and shallow and her face, reflected in the firelight, was clearly flushed. I was so focused on her face that I didn’t even notice that one hand had come up and was playing with her own nipple, something I’d never seen her do before. My girl was definitely lost in lust. I came up next to her to watch with her. Tom was now eating Jan, but from behind as she was standing, bent over. Once again, I suspected that it was as much for their show for us as for themselves.

Tom stood up and entered Jan from behind. I admired his control as he kept up a steady rhythm; Jan obviously knew how to fuck and was shoving back at him as hard as he was plunging into her. Jan started swaying and I knew that standing position wouldn’t last much longer. They dropped down on hands and knees, facing us, and Tom resumed his efforts. Now it was me having trouble breathing, as Jan’s tits bouncing back and forth had me hypnotized. All of a sudden I realized the other reason I was having trouble breathing – Lily had found a way to watch the scene leaning up against me so that both her hands were free. Hard as it was to believe, that is when I noticed that one of those hands was wrapped around my cock, and the other was busy pushing her fingers into an incredibly drenched pussy that was literally dripping into the sand below.

I knew I’d never make it at that rate, and decided to let Lily watch the show while I worked on her. I maneuvered her around so that she was on her hands and knees, and I crawled underneath between her legs and pulled her pussy down to my mouth. I don’t think Lily would have cared who was licking her at that point; she simply pushed down and rode my mouth and tongue. I could hear groaning on the other side of the dune as it was obvious that Jan was cumming hard. I felt Lily cum with her, drenching me with her own delicious juices.

I got back up to look at Lily. Her eyes had glazed over, and the look in her eyes was pure lust. I was absent-mindedly playing with Lily’s body, first slipping two fingers into her pussy for a little finger-fucking, and then temporarily adding a third to get it wet enough to slide into her ass. Continuing the finger-fucking I asked her what she thought. Her only response was…

“How close can we get before they see us?”

I had a feeling that they would have no problem with us being closer, but didn’t know quite how to say it. While I was mulling it over, my problem was solved, as I heard Jan calling softly… “Jack, Lily, is that you?”

They stood up and walked toward us, and I knew we were caught. Tom spoke up, “c’mon out, there’s a blanket for you by the fire.”

It was then I noticed the second blanket, on the opposite side of the fire. Like kids who had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar, we came out toward the fire. Only then I realized how disheveled we were. My escort bostancı shorts were open and my cock dangled out, and Lily’s skirt and panties were tangled up around her ankles. We sat down on the blanket and wondered what was going to come next. Our answer came quickly. All Tom and Jan wanted to do was give us a better position to view them. Before we were fully settled, Jan was back on her knees with Tom inside her. That wasn’t all they had in mind for us though. Jan looked directly at Lily and asked her…

“Want to watch him fuck my ass?”

Lily licked her lips and managed something that sounded like “uh huh.”

Tom rubbed the head of his cock against Jan’s little brown hole, trying to tease it open.

Jan would have none of it: “If you’re going to fuck me with that thing, put it in me now,” caused the inevitable, as Tom pushed his cock into Jan’s ass, letting her get used to it even as he started to stroke her.

Lily turned me slightly and bent down to lay her head in my lap. She took my cock into her mouth in a position that let her still watch the anal action while getting herself some oral satisfaction. She was sucking me, but her movements were timed to Tom and Jan’s. In an almost absent-minded way, I went back to sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy and ass, and realized that I was also moving to their time.

Things got even hotter across the fire as Tom started reaming his partner’s ass. Jan fell flat on the blanket as Tom continued the assault, putting all his weight on her. It was incredibly erotic to watch, and again without conscious awareness, I realized my hand had gone to Lily’s head and was helping her suck my cock by pulling her head down on top of me.

“Fill up my ass, Tom” Jan cried, “I’m cumming.”

That was all it took Tom, and, as it turned out, was all it took Lily and me. I felt Lily’s pussy grab my fingers at the same time her asshole convulsed on the third finger that had been working her just like Tom had been working Jan. I drove jets of cum into Lily’s waiting mouth.

All of a sudden it was quiet, just the sounds of heavy breathing in the night. It should have been embarrassing; two couples who knew nothing about each other beyond watching each other have sex. Yet somehow, it wasn’t. We talked for awhile; when Jan first mentioned the fact that they’d watched us the night before, Lily figured out that I must have known. I got a little glare that partially told me I’d be making it up to her for quite some time, but which also managed to convey the fact that she appreciated the experience.

“We’ve never done anything like this before,” Jan said, “it was just that I’ve always had a fantasy of watching and being watched.”

“I couldn’t believe that I had a chance to fulfill her fantasy,” added Tom. “Once we saw you two last night, half the fantasy had come true. All we had to do was find a way to lure you two down to watch us.”

I looked at Lily and smiled. She smiled back at me and gave me a knowing wink.

“Well,” my lady said, “if you two are up to some more watching and being watched, I’ve got some things I’ve always wanted to do in front of a camera…. or maybe some friends.”

Two hours later, having played our own version of “show and tell,” both couples went their separate ways. All I could think was, if this was day two, what would the rest of the week be like?

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It was a month after the first time I joined my parents, Bill and Karen, in their sexual exploits. I quickly got better and lasted much longer in bed and gave my mom a good time. Dad loved to watch his son and mother lustily pounding each other on the bed as he wanked off on the side with a video camera shooting the whole scene.

Sometimes Bill would join in and we would have a threeway. One of us would be fucking Karen while the other got his dick sucked off in the front. We would then switch places and do different positions. We grew closer after that first threesome. Mom and Dad even let me call them by their first names. I respected and loved them and only did so once in awhile. Besides it was a lot hotter to call Karen mom while I fucked.

About a few days ago, I had a new experience. I managed to fuck my mother’s ass. This was how it happened.

I was fucking Karen from behind, pounding her hot twat with pure lust. My dick was pistoning into her as my pelvis slapped against her soft round ass. Bill was on the side with a leg on the bed wanking his long hard prick as he watched me bang his wife with eagerness. He had mounted a camera to film the whole scene.

As I pounded my horny mother, her heavy tits hung below and swung about as I slammed into her. Dad reached over and used his free hand to pinch and tweaked her sensitive nipples. Mom rested her head on a pillow, pushing her ass up higher and giving me better access to her pussy. I had both hands on her waist that time and I slid one below her and found her pussy as my hand grazed her trimmed bush.

I fumbled about until I found a little hard nub buried in a hood of flesh and the curls of her pubes. I started to rub it and pinch her clit, driving mom wild. She was moaning and groaning into the pillow.

“Fuck her good boy,” Dad cheered as he stopped jerking and concentrated on her tits. I went faster a bit and she soon was thrusting back into me. I felt her shaking slightly as I could feel her orgasm approaching. Her breathing grew faster and deeper and then I felt her cum on my dick.

Her pussy was convulsing and milking my cock. I had already had a long blowjob and had fucked her for a while now so I was really close. I controlled myself. I loved to see how long I could last. I stopped fucking her but continued attacking her clit.

“FUUCCCKKK!!!” mom screamed as she came. She screamed into the pillow and I was afraid the neighbors would notice. After a while, I pulled out and sat on the bed in front of her, my orgasm subsiding. I was on the brink of shooting a load. Dad walked over to where I just was, his dick bouncing about wildly as he moved. He was dripping a lot of precum around the place so I guess he was near too.

Bill rubbed the swollen purple head of his engorged cock against mom’s wet slit. After a few seconds, he pushed forward and he was balls deep with in seconds. Karen was super wet and it made it easier to slip your dick into her.

Within a minute, he too was frantically slamming his dick into her cunt, his belly making a hypnotizing slapping sound against her round ass. After five minutes, dad pulled out and slapped his dick against her ass.

“Fuck I almost lost it,” he grinned as he kept himself under control. I took over for another five minutes, bringing myself very close several times. Dad was ready again and he whispered something into mom’s ear. She grinned and nodded.

Bill took out a bottle of lube from the bedside table. He oiled his already saliva coated cock. He then squirted cold lube into mom’s ass. Fuck, Dad was going to have her ass. I wanted to be next.

Dad stroked himself for a minute or two then laid down on the bed, his soldier standing ninety degrees. Bill’s cock was longer than mine but thinner. Mom straddled him, facing his feet. She squatted and positioned dad’s pole at her entrance. After a few seconds, she lowered herself until the head of his cock touched her hole.

Mom grabbed his dick and stroked him a bit. Then I watched excitedly as the purple head disappeared into mom’s asshole. I was at their side and I leaned back to watched as dad’s dick entered and re-entered mom’s tight asshole.

Karen then leaned back and Dad gripped her hips tightly. He started bucking his hips and I saw his cock pistoning into her asshole. His pelvis kept slapping her ass, making her soft heavy tits jiggle with each pound.

“Play with that pussy son,” Dad ordered. “She likes it if I play with her pussy while I buttfucked her.” I complied and stuck 2 fingers into her wet vacant hole. I used my thumb to rub her clit.

Mom was going wild. I leaned over and grabbed a breast and brought her nipples to my hungry mouth, sucking it and flicking the sensitive nubs with my expert tongue. Mom was going wild and screaming vulgarities.

“Finger that pussy…Fuck that ass…” she yelled in ecstasy. “I’m cumming…. I’M CUMMING!!!” Mom’s pussy tightened over my fingers and I felt her cunt gushing with her warm juices. I could feel Dad’s balls slapping against her ass, occasionally escort ataşehir touching my hand.

Bill was pounding his wife faster as she climaxed. He then let out a loud groan and I saw him slow down but continued. He was taking long strokes, pulling out almost all the way then pushing his dick back in, almost forcing himself. As his cock slid in and out, I noticed that it was covered in foamy white cream as he spunked into her ass.

As dad re-entered her asshole, I could see some of his thick jizz spurting out of her used asshole. On the fourth penetration, his dick slipped out and he finished his climax, letting out the rest of his heavy load onto his balls and inner thighs.

Karen’s asshole was contracting and relaxing as it seeped Dad’s jizz. I didn’t dare jerk off as the whole scene was too wild. I was now half hard and ready for my first ass. Dad lifted mom off him and she laid on his side. He was breathing heavily as his cock lost it’s hardness but remained semi-erect. I jumped to mom’s side and started making out with her, my hands roaming her ass. I could feel some of dad’s cum on my fingers. I brought it to Karen’s mouth and she sucked off the sticky goo.

I was rock hard. Mom and I were making out passionately on our sides so my member was stabbing her tummy.

“That was fucking good,” dad said loudly. He sat up and watched eagerly as his wife and son made out. “Dave, do you want to have her ass?”

I nodded hungrily. Mom smiled.

“Let me ride you,” Karen said. She slid herself down to my cock and sucked it for awhile. I was already lying on my back enjoying her warm mouth.

Mom got up and straddled me, facing towards me. She was squatting with my cock at the entrance of her backdoor.

“Don’t I need to lube up my dick?” I asked.

“We’ll just use your father’s cum. Besides, I see that your cock’s all wet and lubed already.” she was right. I had practically oozed my own precum over my whole shaft.

Mom caught some of Dad’s white cream from her dripping red asshole. She then rubbed it over my cock, making it slimier. She then swiftly lowered herself and I felt the head of my dick probing her entrance.

“You’re really thick so we need to go slowly,” mom said. I nodded. Dad was already filming the whole thing. I would definitely remember this moment.

Mom lowered herself onto me, with my hands on her hips. I felt and saw my cock head disappear into her asshole. She had her mouth wide open with no sound.

“Spread my ass,” mom instructed. I grabbed each soft ass cheek and pulled them apart. I felt her lowering herself quicker and in a matter of moments, my whole dick was inside her.

I could feel that it was very tight and warm from Dad’s jizz. It was weird having Dad’s cum on my cock but I didn’t care. Karen and I held still for awhile, letting her get used to my thickness. I started playing with her pussy, teasing her very engorged and sensitive clit.

Mom started to ride my throbbing cock. I couldn’t believe that I was really near to climaxing after a minute. Her ass really did bring me to the edge. I tried controlling my orgasm by pushing her back or pulling her in to change the angle of penetration. It did help me by a couple of minutes

“Fuck that ass…” mom cried. “Cum in me…fill that tight little asshole!”

“Give it to her boy!” Bill shouted excitedly as she stroked his cock and maintained his hardness. “Slam that ass.”

I grabbed mom by the hips and held her in position as I lifted myself of the bed and started pounding her from below. My pelvis was slamming into her soft ass cheeks and her tits jiggled like crazy. Mom was rubbing her pussy and fondling her tits, pinching and pulling her hard nipples.

“Fuck,” mom shouted. “Don’t stop…don’t stop…I’m cummminngggg!” she tightened around my cock and I felt warm juices bursting onto my abs as she leaned in and held me close. I could feel her heavy breasts pressing onto my chest. I was kissing her furiously as I tried to pound her ass. It was really hard to as it was extremely tight.

I was losing control and then just before she ended her climax, mine started.

“FUCK!” I roared as I released a torrent of cum into her ass. I continued fucking her, shoving my dick into her tightening asshole, my balls flailing about and slapping her asscheeks.

I released a couple ropes of jizz into my mom’s ass and then my dick popped out and I creamed all over myself. I could feel my hot cum spurting all over my shaft and onto my balls and lap. Mom quickly rolled of me and got between my legs to clean up the sticky mess I made.

Dad and I were still hard. The ass fucking we gave mom made us horny as hell. I liked how her asshole felt like but I preferred her pussy. Dad, as I later found out, loved anal sex more.

Bill and I laid down on the bed side by side, our dicks pointing up. Mom was on all fours and kneeling between both of us, stroking our dicks. Karen leaned down to gobble up Bill’s long meat as she gently jerked me and helped me maintain my kadıköy escort bayan hardness.

“Fuck,” dad moaned as he covered his face with his hands and laid flat on the bed. I knew what he felt. Karen loved to clean our cocks off after we fucked her, and we were usually really sensitive.

I was fondling mom’s tits as the hung below as she blew my dad. I was pinching her nipples and tugging them playfully. I sat up and reached behind her to finger her pussy and slap her lovely ass. I could feel both sperm leaking out of her asshole, covering her juicy swollen slit.

Dad was bucking his hips and fucking mom’s mouth, causing her body to ripple as his pelvis slapped her face. This caused her tits to jiggle. I reached under her and sucked on her tit.

“Yeah! Suck those juicy tits boy!” dad cheered. “Suck them like you were a baby!” for some weird reason, that turned me on and I devoured her faster. Dad was teasing her other breast and mom was fingering her pussy. I found her clit and rubbed her off and soon she was cumming all her hand and mine.

Mom had let go of Dad’s cock and she fell forward, between us. Dad flipped her onto her back and started sucking her tits. I realized that my dick hadn’t gotten any action for the last couple of minutes so I kneeled next to her head, my fat cock hovering over her face.

Karen reached up lazily and tried to catch my cock with her mouth. She succeeded after a few pokes on the cheek and nose from my prick. Soon she was sucking me and cupping my balls.

“Fuck my face!” Karen said desperately. “I want you to fuck my face like it was my pussy!” I readjusted the angle at which my cock was in her mouth and I started to thrust my hips gently.

I could feel my sensitive cock slipping into her warm wet mouth, sliding along her tongue and going past her throat. Over the last few weeks I learned that Karen had no gag reflex so she could take a deep throat. It was harder for me to receive one as I was thicker than Bill so I stretched her mouth significantly.

I was slamming into my whore of a mother and then I grew close. I pulled out in time as I wanted to fuck her again. I noticed that Dad was probing her ass with his dick.

“Dad, can I fuck mom again?” I asked.

“Let me have her ass first,” Dad replied impatiently as he slipped his dick into her gaping red asshole, allowing more cum to ooze out.

“I just want her pussy,” I replied just as impatient.

Mom then sat up.

“Guys, I have an idea,” Karen said happily. “Why don’t you both take me at the same time?”

I looked at dad and saw that he had cocked his eyebrows.

“What do you mean honey?” Bill asked confused.

“Well, Dave loves my pussy and you love my ass, and you both want to fuck either holes desperately so why not at the same time?” Karen asked. She looked excited.

Whoa, was she saying what I think she was saying?

“Mom you want me and dad to double penetrate you?” I said, feeling myself get more excited. My cock was hardening even more. I’ve always read and watched porn with two guys fucking both a woman’s holes and I had this secret fantasy to fulfill it. Dad looked excited too.

Since I had joined my parents’ sexual exploits, I was very comfortable being naked with another man and even sharing sloppy seconds. I was not really sure about having contact with another penis.

Still the idea of sandwiching my mom was highly arousing and the fact that dad and I could potentially ‘cross swords’ was oddly erotic. I wasn’t bisexual and dad made it clear he wasn’t too.

“How do you want it?” I asked. Karen grinned.

“I want to ride Bill and Dave to fuck my ass from behind. I love that fat cock in my ass. I feel so full.”

Dad and I were a little crestfallen as we were going to have the hole that we desired less, but still this was going to be great. Bill first laid down and then mom impaled herself on him. Dad told me not to join in yet.

“The ass man always cums first,” he said. “At least that’s what I heard. Let me fuck her and get her ready first, then you can slip that fat cock of yours up her ass.” I agreed and watched excitedly as mom rode dad to a mini orgasm, knowing that I was going to DP mom. She was sucking my cock, lubing it up for her ass.

After 10 minutes or so, Dad told me to join. He was pounding her slowly and I got behind mom and in between dad. I rubbed and stroked the head of my precum soaked cock along her ass crack and the bottom part of her pussy, making erotic contact with part of Bill’s shaft. I probed her cum filled ass. I then leaned in and spat a huge load into her asshole. I then slipped my cock into her and was surprised that it was still warm with sperm.

Dad had stopped fucking his wife as he eagerly tried to watch me slip my cock into her ass from underneath. My dick slipped out a few times but I managed to burry myself balls deep in her ass.

“Oh fuck I feel so full,” mom gasped as we started to slowly fuck her. At first it was awkward. Dad and I were banging escort bostancı her with different irregular strokes and it made it difficult for one of us to stay inside her. At one point our cock slipped out at the same time and I felt us ‘cross swords.’ He reached behind her to try and slip his dick back in but accidently grab mine instead.

I was surprised and dad was too. I didn’t totally hate the feeling. It just felt different. We got back inside her and started to slowly plow her. Bill and I found that it was best if we alternated strokes. He would pull out and then I would push in and vice versa. Soon we were getting into a good routine.

The membrane between her asshole and her pussy was thin enough for me to feel our cocks rubbing against each other on the underside of our shafts. I wasn’t disgusted at it. As I said earlier… it was as different feeling. I could even feel his cock pushing onto mine through the thin wall between mom’s pussy and asshole.

“Fuck…yes…two dicks…” mom grunted and groaned as we fucked her with alternate strokes. She was going wild.

After a good steady fuck (I had to go really slowly as her ass was super tight and it was driving me crazy) dad announced that he wanted to switch places.

“I just need that ass,” he said as Karen dismounted the both of them.

Karen laid down on her side and I followed suite, facing her, my cock poking her stomach. She gave it a few light strokes then guided it to her pussy, in which my dick slipped into her. I reached behind her to grab her ass cheeks and pull her apart. Dad was probing her ass from behind. He too was lying on his side. I helped him enter her ass by spreading her ass wide, allowing him to slide in with little resistance.

I loved the feel of her pussy on my dick. It felt like home. I leaned in and sucked a tit, flicking my hungry tongue on her sensitive nipples. I started to thrust my hips, taking long hard strokes into her hot dripping pussy. I also had a hand on her ass cheek, spreading her ass and massaging it.

Dad was fondling her other tit as he kissed her neck and nibbled her ear. He was alternating his strokes with me into her ass. He loved anal sex and he knew he couldn’t last.

“Fuck those 2 holes…” Mom cried as we started picking up the pace. I could only hear her cries of pleasure and the slapping of the men’s bodies with hers as we fucked her. Her pussy was contracting on my dick and I knew she was near. She started bucking her hips and matched the rhythm with ours.

“Let’s fuck her on the same stroke,” Dad suggested. I nodded and we started thrusting into at the same time. Bill let go of her tit and slid his hand down to her pussy, teasing her clit. I could feel his hand touch my pelvis and pubic hair as I banged my mom on the penetrations.

She was going wild.

“FUCK YOU TWO BASTARDS!!!” she screamed “THOSE BIG DICKS… FUCK MY ASS AND PUSSY WITH THOSE BIG DICKS!!!”

Karen was getting wetter and my cock was making a sloshing sound as I slid into her faster and faster. I was near and I noticed dad was closing his eyes, trying to hold it in. We were on the brink of losing control but Karen beat us to it.

“DON’T STOP!” she shouted. “OH FUCK…I’M CUMMING!!!” her pussy clamped down on my dick and started milking me as I continued pounding her. At the same time Bill was groaning and telling us he was going to blow. I knew mom’s asshole had tightened and it somehow restricted the flow of his cumshot.

Dad pulled out as I continued plowing my mother. He pulled his head back and started spraying his load.

“Oh fuck…” Bill groaned as I saw a huge load of creamy spunk splash over her ass. The second shot flew over her ass and hit me on my hip. He was exploding onto her sexy ass. Just as he was finishing, I started releasing my load into her.

“Oh fuck mom…” I groaned loudly and blew a huge load inside. After the first 3 ropes, I pulled out and spurted over her bush and added to dad’s spunk on her ass.

Our dicks were now flaccid but still in its large state. They were oversensitive and twitching as we sat up and started to tease mom. I was sucking her tits as dad spread the cum on her ass with his hand and cock. He scooped some jizz from her ass and fed it to her.

“Mmm…” mom would moan as she swallowed a handful of sperm. I was fingering mom and within minutes, she had a mini-orgasm.

“That was some really great sex,” Dad panted. I nodded and agreed.

“We fucked her silly,” I said chuckling. Mom sat up and kissed us both.

“I love my two favorite men and their two nice big hard cocks,” she said as she kissed each of us passionately. “We definitely have to do that again.”

“Damn straight,” I replied as I got off the bed. Dad got off too and dismounted the camcorder.

“This is going to be a great video to jack off too,” Dad said as he rewound the whole scene.

A couple hours later I was sitting on the couch with my parents and their friends. Bob and Judy were our next door neighbors. They have been close friends with our parents for years. Bob and Judy had a daughter and her name was Hailey, whom I’ve had a crush on for years. We’re good friends and went to the same high school. I we even went to the same community college so we had a lot of time to spend together.

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My mouth watered at the thought of tasting that big hard cock. Licking my lips I reached out to feel the warm hard flesh jutting out in front of my face. As I tested the weight and resistance I stroked his heated length with one hand gently cupping his balls in the other.

Adrian shuddered as he began to thrust himself forward into my hands, his breathing accelerating as he became more excited. I had always thought a man’s penis was the most amazing creation, an instrument that can bring the most amazing pleasure or pain. Satin and steel all rolled into one amazing piece of masculinity.

Grasping the root of his cock I leaned forward to rub my face around the base of him, my eye’s closing in pleasure as my tongue darted out for my first taste of him. I could feel myself getting wet, my breathing speeding as I nibbled and teased Adrian’s groin, teasing him with the heated promise of my mouth and tongue.

Looking up into his eye’s I licked the crest of his erection enjoying the jump of his muscles in reaction to my teasing. Starting slowly I took him into my mouth and suckled, ataşehir escort bayan exploring the head of his cock with my tongue. With the mouth watering taste of his precum I gave into temptation and took him deep into my throat, my pussy clenching in pleasure at the scent and taste of him.

With my fingernails scrapping his firm arse sliding between his cheeks to caress and tease the sensitive flesh from his anus to his balls I urged him forward and began to fuck him with my mouth. Rocking forward with his hands fisted in my hair he pushed himself deeper until I could feel him pushing against the back of my throat. Struggling to overcome my gag I aimed to take him deeper into my throat, as he thrust into my mouth alternating between deep and shallow, slow and fast plunging thrusts.

His balls tightened filling with the load that I had been begging for. Oh God yes I begged him to come inside my mouth, to fill me to overflowing with his cock and his seed. With my nails clawing his arse cheeks he slammed forward pushing himself into my throat as he began pumping escort kadıköy his load. Hips surging forward again and again his cock pulsed pumping his load, filling my mouth to overflowing. His cum dribbling down my chin as I struggled to swallow each hot pulsing spurt of cum.

Adrian dropped to his knees in front of me his load spent; lying down on the floor he drew me down facing him. Our breathing ragged, my pussy aching and empty, I straddled his thigh as we both fought to catch our breaths. With my fingers I grasped my breasts squeezing and pinching the nipples as he lay watching me. I reached down and spread my pussy lips so I could rub my wet heat against his thigh, rocking back and forth stimulating my clit on his hairy leg. I was sure that if I got any hotter I would spontaneously combust.

While he licked his cum still coating my chin and throat, he asked me to play with myself so he could watch me cum. Crawling on hands and knees displaying my arse and dripping pussy to best advantage I moved to sit on the floor with my back against the couch. Spreading me legs bostancı escort I asked him if this was what he wanted to see. His gaze glued to me as I started to touch myself. Pushing down against my mound, rubbing and teasing my clit I watched Adrian watch me. I saw his cock start to rise again and felt my heart begin to race. It was such a turn on that looking at me and watching me play got him so excited.

Reaching down I spread the lips of my pussy, pulling the entrance to my cunt apart, I love the feeling of my opening being stretched. Dipping a finger into the moist heat coating it in my juices I bought to my lips to suck and taste.

With one hand teasing my breasts and pulling on my puckered nipples, the other was stimulated my clit. Adrian’s cock was hard again, from watching me play. I could feel the pleasure building, it hadn’t taken very long as I was already so horny after giving Adrian head. My head dropped back onto the edge of the couch, my second hand pushed down on the one stimulating my clit as I rotated pressing and rocking against my fingers. I rode the crest my hips arching off the ground while my orgasm ripped through me, my pussy clenching and gushing. I stopped my clit now so swollen and sensitive I barely stand to touch it. Looking into Adrian’s eye’s seeing the pleasure he found watching me come I returned his smile.

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Lots of action in this chapter. I recommend reading the earlier chapters of the series (and the side-story Sweet Summer: The Punishment) first. If you don’t want to do that, here’s a quick recap of the story so far:

Anya, a young German girl, is seduced by her cousins Nina and Sam, who are incestuous lovers. The siblings take Anya’s virginity, and she falls deeply in love with them both. After Anya returns to Germany, Sam saves Nina from being date-raped by a jealous girl named Cynthia at a house party. The three cousins then reunite for a holiday in Berlin, and Anya discovers that she is pregnant with Sam’s child. She and Sam decide to keep the baby, but are unsure how to tell Nina about it.

All characters involved in sexual situations are aged 18 or over. Comments/suggestions are welcome.

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The rooftops of Berlin gleamed in the light of the setting sun. The pale sky was slowly darkening to a deeper shade of blue, streaked with jet contrails and wispy bands of cloud. A cool breeze sighed in through the half-open bay windows of the hotel room, carrying with it the low murmur of traffic from the street below.

Sam and Nina lay naked on the big double bed, their long tanned legs entwined as they shared a tender, silent kiss. Sam stroked his sister’s flowing, silky ash-blonde hair and savoured the statuesque curves of her body in his embrace. Her fingers were stroking his firm pectorals and tousling the light fuzz of hair on his chest, while their tongues danced a slow sweet dance together. He felt her reach down between their bodies to squeeze the thick smooth shaft of his cock; he gave a soft grunt of pleasure through the ongoing kiss, feeling his erection swiftly rise. One of his hands ran down Nina’s sleek torso until he reached the moist, hairless cleft of her vulva. He heard her hiss in surprise as he fingered the outer lips of her pussy.

Anya was reclining on the bed next to them, also naked, looking almost angelic with her pale, delicate limbs and small pert breasts. She wore a gentle smile as she watched her cousins kiss and fondle each other. Sam met her gaze and briefly broke the kiss to smile back at her. Then he turned back to Nina, kissing her long smooth neck and deftly licking her prominent nipples before moving further down her body. Nina parted her lovely legs and sighed with pleasure as Sam dipped his head to kiss her vulva. The night’s festivities were about to begin.

It was their first full day in Berlin, and Sam had to admit, it had been a fantastic day so far. The morning had been one long, intense threesome, their straining bodies and wet orgasms leaving the bed in damp disarray. After a light lunch in the hotel’s restaurant, they’d headed out into the city to see the sights. The weather was sunny and reasonably warm the whole day, though not like the Mediterranean heat Sam and Nina were used to. They rode an open-topped tour bus around the city, and snapped silly photos of each other posing in front of the Reichstag and the Brandenburg Gate. Then they wandered the streets, buying snacks from street vendors, chatting and laughing and making eyes at one another, before setting off for the Tiergarten. They hadn’t, in the end, been able to make love up the Siegessäule as Nina had wanted – there wasn’t enough privacy on the column’s little viewing platform – but they did manage to find a secluded spot in the sprawling park below to indulge in some pleasantly laid-back oral sex. Lying together on the grass in a daisy-chain, the three of them had licked and suckled each other’s genitals, trying their best to be quiet as they climaxed. After that, they’d enjoyed cold drinks and a bite to eat in a café on the Unter den Linden; Nina had joked that she was sad to wash the taste of Sam and Anya out of her mouth. All in all, Sam couldn’t have imagined a better start to the holiday.

All through the day, though, Anya had been giving him strange, furtive, fearful looks. She was as lovely as ever to be around, but there was a haunted look in her pretty blue eyes, and he kept catching her staring off into space. He knew she was worrying about the baby, and what Nina would say when she found out about it. He wanted to comfort her, but the truth was, he was worrying too. He still wasn’t sure how Nina would react, to say nothing of their parents. As to how they’d raise the child after they went off to university, he hadn’t a clue. He hadn’t even decided how or when he was going to tell his sister. He wasn’t sorry that he’d impregnated Anya – he was just ever more unsure of the consequences.

After they got back to the hotel, with the sun setting over the city, they began preparing for the evening. Nina loved clubbing, and she’d found a list of highly-rated Berlin nightclubs online. One of them was only a fifteen-minute walk from the hotel. “We’ll start there, and see where the night takes us,” Nina had said brightly. Sam and Anya, however, both wanted to stay at the hotel and make love, so Nina had ataşehir escort bayan compromised with exaggerated reluctance – “One more time, then we get going.”

Now, lying on the bed with an eager smile on her lips, Nina gave a long happy moan as Sam stroked his tongue over the wet pink folds of her labia. He kissed the delicate bud of her clitoris, tweaking and teasing it with the tip of his tongue, making her shiver and sigh. Then, holding her thighs gently but firmly to keep her still, he lavished attention on her smooth vulva, his tongue roving over the warm flesh in long, loving licks. Nina whispered Sam’s name, closing her emerald-green eyes as her whole body quivered with pleasure.

Sam kissed his sister’s clit again, enjoying the way she whimpered in response. He slid his tongue between her engorged labia and licked the moist walls of her vagina. Her hot sweet taste filled his mouth as her pussy juices flowed over his tongue. He inhaled her delectable feminine scent and lapped eagerly at her cunt. Her slender, athletic legs trembled with pleasure on either side of him. Anya was watching intently all the while, impatiently stroking her pussy lips with her small pale fingers.

“God, Sam, that’s so good,” Nina gasped as Sam flicked his tongue in and out of her cunt. Her hands moved restlessly, clutching at her breasts and grasping the rumpled cotton of the bedsheets. Her hips shuddered with each of Sam’s licks and kisses. He could sense her approaching climax; his face was wet from her squirting pussy. As much as he loved the taste of her, he didn’t want her to orgasm so soon. He wanted to feel her come on his cock.

He gave Nina’s vulva one more teasing lick, then wiped his face dry and began to kiss a line up her toned belly. “No, don’t stop,” she moaned in frustration. “Don’t stop, I’m so close.” Ignoring her pleas, he briefly licked her neat little navel before moving up towards her full, high breasts. He kissed each of them in turn, licking the firm, gleaming flesh and momentarily suckling her erect nipples. Then he brought his face level with hers, looking down at her with fierce desire. His cock was so hard it hurt, its thick crimson head throbbing, yearning to be inside her. Abruptly, he seized her wrists, pinning her arms onto the bed by her sides. He held her down and kissed her open-mouthed, relishing her surprised expression as she tasted the sweet juices of her own vagina on his tongue. “You like that taste, babe?” he whispered in her ear.

“Please, Sam,” she said, her voice softly urgent. She squirmed in his grip, unable to break free as he pressed her down onto the bed. Her pretty green eyes were wide and sparkling with anticipation, almost fearful. For all her energy and enthusiasm, Nina secretly had a submissive streak. Sam knew she liked it when he took charge like this.

He guided the tip of his cock to the outer lips of her cunt and penetrated her with a quick hard thrust. She squealed and writhed underneath him, and he held her down, pumping his cock as deep into her as he could go. The wet, pulsating walls of her pussy welcomed his thick shaft in a soft, silky, wondrous embrace.

He fucked her hard and fast, losing all sense of time amid the hot whirl of sensation. She gasped and swore and called out his name, her heavenly body contorting with pleasure in his grip. His cock filled her soaking wet pussy to the limit with each thrust. He still couldn’t believe how tight she was, even after months of fucking her on a daily basis. He knew he was hurting her a little – he could see tears gleaming in the corners of her eyes – but he also knew she loved the pain, loved his roughness. He’d learned long ago how to keep a girl on the line between agony and ecstasy, making the sex intense without making it truly painful.

When Nina came, it was with a suddenness that surprised even Sam. She convulsed beneath him, her arms still pinned down in his grip, and cried out in wordless joy. Her pussy squirted its warm nectar onto her thighs and the cotton sheets beneath them. Sam kissed her neck and pushed down into her even harder, the firm musculature of his chest pressing against her luscious breasts. The exquisite softness and warmth of her cunt was almost maddening around his thrusting cock. It took a superhuman effort of will not to come inside her immediately.

He didn’t slow down, keeping his eyes fixed on Nina’s enraptured face, trying to hold her still despite her wild twisting and thrashing. Anya was sighing in pleasure as she watched them and toyed with her pussy. After what might have been minutes or seconds – Sam didn’t know or care – Nina gasped that she was coming again, and then she arched her back beneath him with impressive strength as the orgasm took her. Still thrusting away inside her, he held her down, enjoying the fierceness of her reaction. The bed was rocking and creaking in protest beneath their entangled bodies, and Sam wondered if they might break the bedsprings. escort kadıköy It wouldn’t be the first time.

Nina came a third time, screaming Sam’s name and kicking her legs in the air. The long blonde tresses of her hair were spread out medusa-wild on the white pillows as her head whipped from side to side. “More, Sam, I want more,” she pleaded, but as she spoke, Sam reached the edge of his own climax. He swore heartily and pressed himself forcefully down onto Nina as his semen filled her tight young cunt. It seemed to last forever, his hot milky seed flowing like a loving river into the beautiful girl who lay pinned beneath him. When he’d spilled the last drop of his passion into her, he finally relaxed his tensed muscles and released his grip on her wrists. The two of them stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, panting for breath.

“That was a nice start to the evening, big brother,” Nina said with a tired smile, her lovely face pink with exertion.

Sam didn’t reply. Instead, he pressed his lips against hers, and stroked her face with loving fingers, feeling the contours of her superb cheekbones before running his hands down to her neck and shoulders. He kissed her for a while, lightly caressing her breasts while his spent cock rested inside the moist folds of her pussy. At last, with great reluctance, he slid back out of her and gazed down silently at her naked perfection. Then he looked aside at Anya, who still sat beside them, eyeing them enviously. She was next, and judging by her nervous anticipatory smile, she knew it.

Leaving Nina to relax, Sam moved over to Anya and knelt behind her. He reached his hands forward to lightly massage her delicate shoulders, and then cupped and caressed her pale breasts as he waited for his cock to recover from fucking Nina. When he was fully hard again, he kissed Anya’s neck and whispered a soft command in her ear, and she obediently bent forward on her hands and knees, her cute little ass in the air. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Sam usually preferred to have Nina and Anya missionary-style, so he could see the joy in their beautiful eyes as he fucked them. But there was something pleasingly animalistic about mounting Anya from behind, grasping her firm buttocks as he eased his way into the tight confines of her vagina. She gave a quick squeal of surprise, and then giggled delightedly as he slid his full length inside her. She was gratifyingly responsive when he began thrusting in and out of her, her hips moving with him in a slow, steady rhythm. Her pussy was deliciously warm, pulsing and clenching with each of his thrusts. She clutched the sheets and sighed his name as the bed once again shook beneath them. Nina, who still lay drowsing naked beside them, smiled lovingly up at them.

“God, Anni, you’re so tight,” Sam grunted, gripping his cousin’s lovely ass and ploughing into her cunt in long, deep strokes. Anya’s small, perfect breasts were bouncing and jiggling delightfully as she rocked forward and back on her hands and knees, straining and moaning sensuously. The dripping-wet walls of her pussy contracted, squeezing the throbbing length of Sam’s cock in a way that almost brought him to climax right then. He fought to stay in control, focusing on the smooth lines of Anya’s pale back and the long dark waves of her hair spilling over her shoulders.

As he fucked her, Sam had a wonderful premonition of how Anya would look in a few months’ time, once her pregnancy became obvious. Her slender, pale, graceful young body twinned with the lovely, fertile roundness of her belly, looking up at him and smiling her beautiful shy smile as she spread her legs for him. Sam could hardly wait; he’d never made love to a pregnant woman before, though he sometimes fantasised about taking his heavily pregnant sister-in-law Valerie. Anya would be an even more divine fuck. But, as ever, the glorious image was soured almost immediately by dark thoughts of the consequences. He pictured his mother shouting at him for shaming her, his uncle Markus cursing him for deflowering his daughter, and worst of all, Nina weeping that he’d betrayed her. He shook his thoughts of the future away, and tried to focus on the far more delightful present.

Sam held Anya’s hips tightly and pumped into her, making each thrust as slow and deep as he could, so he could feel her small body convulse with pleasure every time. The wet throb of the walls of her vagina was intensifying. Gazing down, he could see her warm juices trickle from the engorged pink lips of her pussy and flow around the thrusting shaft of his cock to run down her pale thighs. Anya didn’t squirt quite as much as Nina, but she still got gratifyingly wet, and he could sense her approaching orgasm in the trembling of her limbs and the excited gasps that escaped her mouth.

“Oh, fuck, Sam, I’m coming,” Anya moaned, half-slumping forward onto the bed as Sam pounded her pussy. bostancı escort She gave a little scream, muffled by the cotton sheets, as she climaxed. Sam felt the hot rush of his cousin’s sweet wetness around his shaft, and held onto her even tighter, slamming into her again and again. Barely a minute passed before he felt her come again beneath him. With a low grunt of satisfaction, he forced her forward with his deepest, hardest thrust yet, utterly filling her perfect tight cunt with the throbbing bulk of his cock, and then he was coming inside her in great shudders. Even after fucking Nina, he still had plenty of come for Anya. He let most of his thick white seed spurt into her, remembering the child he’d already sired in her young womb. Then he pulled out, grasping the wet shaft of his still-erect manhood and aiming the last warm jets of his come onto Anya’s lower back. As Sam spurted his loving signature on her, Anya relaxed onto her side with a happy sigh, and lay there with her graceful legs curled up, a picture of sleepy contentment. Semen dripped from the dainty pink lips of her pussy.

Sam knelt there on the bed, his penis still semi-hard and trickling come, admiring the girl he’d just fucked. Anya really did look divine, with her long black hair spread out on the sheets, her pert white breasts rising and falling with her breath, a drowsy smile on her sweet lips. Sam lay down on his side so he was facing her, letting his slick, gleaming-wet cock brush against her lean thigh. Their lips met and their tongues intertwined in a languorous kiss. Sam stroked his cousin’s tangled hair away from her beautiful face and looked into the blue depths of her eyes. He was so fiercely in love with her at that moment that he could easily imagine running away with her, marrying her, raising their child together – and making many more children.

Except that would mean leaving Nina. And Sam could never, ever do that.

He looked over at his sister, seeing her softly affectionate smile. Nina always enjoyed watching him fuck other girls, and Anya especially. She usually begged him to fuck her afterwards, but she was evidently still tired from their earlier passion, and just lay back on the pillows, naked and happy and achingly beautiful. Sam yearned to make her pregnant too, to just throw her damn pills out the window and give her the child they both wanted so much. It wouldn’t solve their problem, he knew – in fact it would just make it worse – but it would certainly make him feel better.

Nina spoke, ending Sam’s reverie. “We should get ready, guys. The clubs are opening soon.”

With drowsy reluctance, the three of them rose slowly from the bed, and went through to the ensuite bathroom to run a bath. Sam saw to his pride that both girls were walking a little gingerly after being fucked so hard. They all got into the bathtub together, kissing and whispering amiably, admiring each other’s naked bodies. Sam sat with his back against the bath taps, Nina sitting on his lap, while Anya sat facing the two of them. Their legs twined together pleasantly under the warm water, and Sam reached round to squeeze his sister’s lovely tits, kissing her on the cheek as he carefully soaped her down. He felt the firm, toned cheeks of Nina’s ass press delightfully against his semi-hard cock, and grunted with pleasure.

“Enjoying yourself, big brother?” Nina murmured.

“You could say that.” Sam kissed her smooth neck and the graceful curve of her shoulder. He gazed over at Anya, who was smiling shyly at him and Nina. As he watched, she leaned forward, kneeling in the warm water, and placed her small hands on Nina’s breasts. She kneaded the tanned flesh, brushing Nina’s nipples with her fingertips, and began to kiss her with slow, gentle grace. Sam sat and watched his sister and cousin make out for a long happy while, savouring the heat of the bath and the feel of Nina’s ass cheeks against his cock. With such pleasant distractions, it took the three of them some time to actually get themselves clean, and by the time they all languorously rose from the bath, Sam was sporting a full erection once more. After he had carefully towelled himself and the girls dry, he kissed them both and quietly asked Nina if he could have her again.

“Do you never learn, Sam?” she laughed in response, her long ash-blonde hair still gleaming wet. “No fucking before we go out. We’ll get all messy again, and I want us to be nice and fresh for the club. So tell your big silly thing to go back to sleep.” She lightly and teasingly squeezed his erection, and went through to the bedroom, radiantly naked.

Sam sighed in disappointment and made to follow his sister. As he did, he caught Anya’s gaze. Her blue eyes were mournful once again, and he knew immediately what she was thinking about. She was standing there nude right in front of him, droplets of water gleaming on the pert curves of her breasts, the neat pink slit of her pussy an invitation to pure heaven, and yet Sam felt his penis soften as he regarded her. Instead of lust and desire, the sight of her evoked a painful, protective anxiety. He stepped forward and hugged her, pulling her lovely naked body into a tight embrace, and whispered in her ear, “It’ll be alright, Anni.”

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