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It was the summer break after my Sophomore year of college and I had absolutely no plans for the next three months. It was gonna be great. No classes, no homework, no responsibilities of any kind—except partying and getting laid as much as humanly possible. That was my only plan for the entire summer. My parents worked hard, so money was not an issue for me. As long as I did well during the school year, they allowed me to just take the summer off to relax and make the most of my “formative years.” I already had some awesome plans lined up for the summer: next week was my friend Justin’s huge Birthday Bash and in July, I was going to New Mexico to visit a friend from college. But what I was looking forward to the most was the family beach trip to our summer house down on the Outer Banks in North Carolina.

Ever since I was six years old, we’ve owned an incredible beach house right on the Atlantic Ocean and I have had some of the best experiences of my life there. I kissed my first girl there, saw my first titty and even lost my virginity there. I swear some of the most beautiful girls in the world vacation there and, ever since I had been old enough to get a boner, I made it a point to at least touch one of them every year. They all knew that we’d never see each other again, so they would do anything (and I mean anything) without even thinking twice about it. It was incredible. No holds bar passion, with no consequences and no restraint. That still wouldn’t be for another couple weeks though, so I had to be content with the girls that lived in my hometown until then.

I was only 19 at the time, but I had a fake ID and had been buying beer almost everyday and just hanging out by the in-ground pool in our backyard. It was quite the life. I would tell my parents that I had been out there studying for the MCATs, but they were so busy with work that they had no idea what I was actually doing. That was still another two years away, so I was not really worried about it.

I loved just floating around all day on a raft, sucking back a cold beer, without a care in the world. There’s really nothing better I can imagine. It’d been pretty idyllic, but unfortunately that was all about to end. My younger sister Ashley was graduating from High School the following week and from then on out she was going to be around everyday to annoy me. We’d not always been the best of friends, or even siblings for that matter, so it was not exactly something I was looking forward to.

We had a pretty high privacy fence in our backyard and I had gotten used to floating around naked in the pool. I had forgotten what day my sister was going to be finishing up with school and was out there doing my normal routine. I was sprawled out on my raft, beer in hand and cock out on display, when my sister and her friend ataşehir escort bayan Briana came barreling through the back door. I quickly dismounted my raft into the cool water, but not before they both could get a decent look at what I had to offer.

My sister acted shocked and immediately covered her eyes, but Briana, well Briana, she was not quite so coy. I had known her for a while and we had always kind of had this middle school type relationship. You know the kind: sarcastic jokes and playful touches; poking, punching, tickling—just so you could make some sort of carnal contact. But that was about it—never anything more than that.

Briana just walked right over to the side of the pool, stared directly at my dick and asked me brazenly, “missing something?” My trunks were sitting over on the deck next to the pool. She slowly turned, walked over to where they were laid out on the ground, bent at the waist—showing off her shapely ass—and picked them up.

Briana was one of the sexiest girl I had ever met, with dark brown, slightly wavy hair that streamed down, gently framing her delicate face; the biggest, most beautiful almond shaped eyes that pierced right to your soul; and don’t even get me started on her body. My God, the curves on that girl would make you want to jerk off every time she entered the room. Anyway…I was in quite the predicament.

My sister ran over and grabbed the shorts out of Briana’s hands and immediately threw them into the pool. “Jesus Christ Sean, no one wants to see that little pecker of yours. Put your God damn shorts back on.”

“Hey the last time you saw my “pecker” was when we used to bathe together when we were 5. It’s grown a considerable bit since then.”

“I don’t give a shit,” she retorted. “Just put your shorts back on ’cause we want to come in for a dip, too.”

“Well let me pull myself together,” I said as I stared into Briana’s eyes.

“Don’t pull too much, we’ll be right in,” Briana shot back.

With that my sister yanked her away and back into the house.

I quickly put my swim shorts back on and ran back into the house to get another round of beers. If anything was gonna happen today, I figured we’d need a little “social lubricant.” I quickly, and as quietly as possible, snuck back in, grabbed not only some beers, but the bottle of Stoli Raz that I had bought the other day as well. That gets the job done a lot faster and I think 18 year-old girls would rather drink that than beer, anyhow. I threw the beers into a cooler and took everything outside and placed it down next to my lounge chair. I settled in just as they exited the house.

I could not even believe my eyes. The two most beautiful girls I had ever seen in real life just emerged from my house, in two of the smallest bikinis escort kadıköy I had ever seen in real life. First, Ashley came out in a small gold sequined string bikini that was nothing but a few shiny patches—just barely covering up everything that counts; then, Briana following right behind her—wearing what was ostensibly a more conservative cut bikini, but appeared to be a very sheer white material that I could only imagine would be quite revealing once it got wet.

I was speechless as they came and joined me on my lounge chair. I had sat up when they came out and they joined me on either side, placing their hot bodies at a dangerous proximity. I managed to stammer an offer of some beer, to which they gladly accepted.

“Is this all you’ve been doing all summer so far?” my sister questioned, disparagingly.

“Well, yeah. Pretty much,” I managed to get out.

“What’s that other bottle you’ve got over there?” Briana asked, as she leaned across my lamp to retrieve it. “Oh my God, Stoli Raz! I love this stuff!” she exclaimed as she removed the cap and took a big swig directly from the bottle.

I really liked where things were going, but felt kind of weird with my sister being here. Then all of a sudden Ashley grabbed the bottle from Briana and took an equally big chug and, after that, all my concerns seemed to melt away.

I looked at the two beauties sitting next to me and could not believe my good luck. I didn’t even know what to do next. I just kind of sat back and relaxed and enjoyed the view. I figured there was no need to force anything. They were kind of the ones in control of the situation and was at the mercy of their whims. The look on their faces portrayed nothing but complete assurance and composure, so I figured I would let them handle the proceedings.

We passed the bottle back and forth a few times and suddenly Ashley stood up and announced that we all needed to get in the pool. I couldn’t of agreed more. All I had been thinking about since Briana had first come through the door was the previous summers we had spent out back here flirting and fooling around. She had really matured, however, in the last year since I saw her and I could not wait to get my hands on that body.

My sister got up first and I stared guiltily at her small, but firm ass as she made her way over to the pool. It felt weird checking out my own sister, but I had never seen her in such an outfit and I found myself unable to take my eyes off of her sexy little body. I held back and allowed Briana to get up next, in order to get a good look at her before she descended into the distortive waters. A thing of beauty my friends; absolute perfection is the only way I can describe this girl’s ass and the way her thong bikini rode up into her delicate ass-crack made my bostancı escort dick hurt in anticipation.

I got up trying to be cool, but hurried into the pool behind them before they noticed my raging hard-on. I brought the bottle of Stoli over and once in the pool, we passed it around again. Everyone was obviously feeling pretty good at that point as we swam around and occasionally splashed at each other playfully. Every once in a while one of us would try to dunk someone and let our hands roam—wherever they happened to land. I got a handful of titties more then once and my dick poked into Briana’s ass over and over again.

At one point she even grabbed a hold—until my sister noticed and gave her another disapproving glance. I really had no idea how far this was gonna go, but was willing to follow wherever it led. As I had predicted, when Briana’s bathing suit became wet it was practically translucent and I could clearly make out the details of all her secrets. Her nipples were so hard between the cold water and the hot flirting that they threatened to break through the thin material. I wanted nothing more than to rip off her top and suck on them till she came.

But this fantasy was short lived as we heard our Mother pull up in the driveway out front of the house. “Fuck me!” Ashley screamed and hurriedly made her way over to the stairs. “I can’t let Mom see this bikini or she will never let me go to our beach house, ever again.” Briana was right behind her, not wanting to let our Mom see her in such a revealing outfit either.

I followed closely behind as well to attempt to hide my illicit beverages before our Mother entered the house. As Briana exited up the pool stairs, I was at eye level with her ass. When she got to the top of the stairs, I could clearly see straight through the thin material and make out every intimate curve of her tender pussy lips. She gave a knowing glance over her shoulder, stopped and moved her ass back as my forward motion carried me into her awaiting kiss. My nose practically went up inside her and we both began to laugh uncontrollably. Ashley glared at us once again and we both knew that, unfortunately, this was neither the time nor place.

I watched as two incredible asses ran up the stairs to my sister’s bedroom to change. Then, I hurriedly threw all the beer into the cooler and ran up the stairs and ducked into my room and shut the door as I heard my mom coming through the front. My heart was racing as I stuffed everything underneath my bed to ensure its safety.

I pulled down my shorts, as I planned to change to go down and talk to my Mother. But, as I got them half way down, I looked over into my mirror and noticed my huge erection sticking out—I knew there was no way I could go down there quite yet. My mom yelled up, “Hey guys I’m home,” to which both me and my sister simply grunted replies. I began pulling on my my dick as fast as I could to bring myself some relief. I stared into the mirror as my hand became a blur on my shaft and in a matter of minutes sprayed in ecstasy all over my mirror.

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Chapter 11. The Pregnant Ladies and Football.

Things were starting to get interesting later in the fall. It was getting toward Halloween, the leaves were falling, and my beautiful Cindy was starting to show her pregnancy. She was now three months along, and was gorgeous. Everything about her was fantastic. I had never experienced this, being close to a woman who was pregnant. I had not seen how they do actually “glow”. Cindy only had morning sickness for about 8 weeks, but was now happy, healthy, and her body looked like it was on happy drug. Her skin was soft and smooth, she was always happy and laughing, she wanted to have sex more than ever, and everything to her was a joy. I was amazed.

It also turned out that Emily from across the street was also pregnant and two months along. She was having some light morning sickness, but was doing well overall. She came over the Saturday before Thanksgiving to have bagels and swap stories with Cindy. I had been up late and came downstairs in my sleeping shorts and t-shirt to find the two of them sitting in the kitchen laughing. Cindy’s face was a joy to behold, and Emily’s was not far behind. Emily’s pale skin and freckles seemed to be highlighted by the pregnancy. I just wanted to bend both of them over the table and fuck them senseless.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I leaned over and kissed my wife on the lips, lingering just a little. When I pulled back she smiled and sighed. God, she loved being pregnant, and I loved her being pregnant.

I went over to Emily, who was also carrying my child. “Good morning, gorgeous number 2.” She laughed and I kissed her lightly.

I turned toward the kitchen counter to make myself a bagel and join them. “Darling.” Cindy said behind me. “We’re both horny and need some help over here.” I had just put my bagel in the toaster, so I turned back around and the two ladies had turned their chairs toward me. Both were wearing dresses and had pulled them up around their waists. Neither one was wearing panties. I could see two wet, inviting, pussies staring at me. I was hungry, but my dick immediately reacted and tried to take over my brain.

“I need some breakfast.”

Cindy smiled. “But honey, we have breakfast right here.” She pointed to both their pussies.

“You forget yourself, my little cum slut. You are my slave and will do my bidding.”

Cindy smiled. “Yes, sir!” Emily looked amused. “Just stay like that while I butter a bagel.” I turned around and buttered my bagel that had popped up from the toaster. I turned back around and faced the ladies. I took a bite and said to Cindy. “Come over here and take my sleeping shorts down. Get my dick ready.”

Cindy came over to me and did so. She looked at my already hard dick and then up at me. “Sir, I think it’s ready.”

I chewed some more. “Good. Now let’s go treat Emily. I want you to eat her pussy while I feed her some tube steak.”

We went over and Cindy immediately started feasting on Emily’s pussy. Emily just slid down in the chair a little and moaned. I decided to really feed it to her, so I kicked one leg up and over the two of them so that I was straddling Emily in the chair, my dick pointing at her face. She reached up with one hand, took my dick into it and started sucking. She was good at blow jobs and she knew she could get me off quick, but she took her time, so that Cindy could get her close to cumming. I was standing over Emily, watching her suck my dick, eating my bagel, and I could look over my shoulder to see Cindy eating her pussy. What a Saturday morning!

Emily was slowing licking up my cock and sucking on the head when Cindy’s ministrations were too much for the oversexed pregnant auburn-haired beauty. She released my cock and started moaning.

“Oh, fuck, you little slut. You have me cumming already… oh, shit… fuck… suck my clit more… FUCK!” And just like that Emily came. I watched her as her face showed the last second tension while waiting for the orgasm, the clinching as she came, and then the relaxed smile as she finished and enjoyed the post-orgasmic glow. After about 20 seconds of relaxing she looked up at me. I was still eating the bagel, my dick standing out rock hard over her face. She laughed.

“Okay, John, let’s finish you off. Cindy can get hers later.” Cindy groaned. Emily sat up a little straighter and took hold of my cock. “Yum, a little dessert after my bagel.” She started sucking and slurping on it. It felt wonderful to have her full attention.

Behind me, I suddenly felt Cindy licking my ass. She started at my balls and licked up my crack all the way to the top. It felt delicious to have the two women working on me like this. Emily started a good up and down on my cock now, sucking all the way down and back up. Cindy pulled my cheeks apart a little further and shoved her face into my ass. She had to work hard in this position, but finally got to my asshole. She started thrusting her tongue at it, trying to poke around and into it, while Emily was doing a masterful job on my cock. I knew ataşehir escort bayan this was going to be a good blow. I grabbed Emily’s head and started fucking her face, thrusting in and out, wanting to feel that wonderful release. Cindy tried to stay in place, but I was moving too much so she backed away and just reached up to cradle my balls.

“Oh, yes. Emily, you are a great cock-sucker! Here I cum!” I came with quite a blast and Emily kept sucking and slurping, swallowing most of my cum. When I finished, she sucked a little more and then finally backed off when I pushed at her head, indicating that I was too sensitive.

Cindy backed away and I backed up away from Emily. I looked down. Emily was still sitting with her legs apart, her pussy still swollen and dripping. She had my cum dripping down her face and she was smiling. Fuck, she was hot. I turned around and looked at Cindy and she was sitting on the floor, her legs apart and gently rubbing her pussy. She was smiling, too, Another fucking hottie!

I started to finish eating my bagel when my wife looked up from the floor. “Master, can I have some attention and cum now?”

I smiled. “Sure. Get up here on the table.” I patted the kitchen table.

Cindy stood up, ripped off her dress and practically leaped onto the table. She was naked and lying there, pussy wet and puffy, her nipples standing straight up, her pregnant belly slightly protruding. I smiled and looked at Emily. “Em, take her tits, I’m going to eat pussy!”

I dove in and heard Cindy moan her approval. I was lapping up along her crevice as the outer lips slowly separated and Emily was sucking on nipple and twisting the other. Cindy was immediately thrashing and I knew she was so worked up that we could make her cum immediately. I shoved two fingers into her cunt and latched on to her clit with my mouth, sucking and humming. She went off like a rocket, moaning, uttering “Oh, fuck”, and soaking my face. I looked up at Emily and she was laughing.

“I guess she was really ready to go!”

I laughed. “No kidding.”

Cindy lay there, basking in the completion of her orgasm and smiled with her eyes closed. “Oh my god, I’ve been thinking about that for about 2 hours.”

I chuckled. “Well then, ladies, I have a little proposition for you.”

Cindy rose up on her elbows, but made no move to get up. Emily sat there looking at me, still lightly running her right hand over Cindy’s tits and stomach.

“You two are insatiable right now. I was thinking that I could have you two and Sam over here next Saturday. I have invited several young, horny guys from work over to watch football. What they don’t know is that I plan on setting up a glory-hole type thing between the den and the kitchen. Cindy, you know a couple of them, so we will act like you are just waiting on us with drinks and food while the other two are taking turns. That way they won’t know that you are participating, but you can also get in on the act. I’ll devise some way to have a lottery or award situation that allows the winner to partake of one of the holes and you guys will be behind the partition ready for some hard cock. This way you guys get some hard dick and I get to watch you guys take it wherever you want, mouth, pussy, or ass. What do you think?

Emily spoke first. “Great idea. I’m horny all the time and so is Cindy. You can’t take care of both of us all the time and I want to try fucking somebody else. God knows that I have let Robert fuck me a couple of times, but he’s too much the wimp. What about you Cindy?”

“Fuck yes, Master. I want to suck and fuck some cock.”

I laughed. “Well, it sounds like you two are ready. I’ll finalize everything while Cindy plans the drinks and munchies.”

That week, I took some plywood that I had in the garage and made a kind of partition with three pieces. They are 4’X 8′ and would definitely wide enough. I put them together and they would fit in under my 9′ ceilings and be 12′ wide. I used Cindy as a model and measured her so that I could get two heights. The first was bent over, taking it in the ass or pussy. The second was kneeling for blowjobs. They were just a little different. I made the two holes large enough to have plenty of room, and then finished off the holes with some duct tape to prevent splinters. Nobody would want to even think about getting splinters in their dick!

When Saturday came, I had Cindy dress up in a nice dress that came down to her knees. It was not that sexy and made her look more like a wife waiting on her husband and friends than a sexual dynamo. I ordered Sam to show up in a mini-skirt and tank top, no panties or bra, wearing the collar I had bought for her. I knew that Emily could take care of herself. The ladies all gathered at about 11am to work out their routine. Sam and Emily would remain anonymous behind the panels and Cindy would wander in and out taking care of our food and beverages. When she had a break from that, she could go behind there and enjoy a little male hardness herself. escort kadıköy They were not to believe that she was participating.

The guys started arriving at about 2pm for the key game of the week. As they came in, each noticed the divider between the den and the kitchen. I had covered it with sheets and they couldn’t see it. I just passed it off as a separator for all our testosterone-enhanced yelling and screaming during the game. When all four who had RSVP’d were present, we sat down to start the game watching.

The kick-off was coming up and I had devised my reward plan. I pulled out a notepad and some pencils. “Okay, everyone write down on this pad a team, type of score, and time on the clock. Each time someone scores, we’ll do it again. Every time someone wins, they will get a prize.”

They all looked at me a little askance. “Like what?” several asked. “Just fill out the paper and I guarantee that it’s something you’ve never gotten from winning a football pool. When you win you’ll draw from the list of prizes in this box.” I pulled a small computer paper box that had a bunch of rewards listed on it and folded so that they couldn’t see it. They all stared and I could see the wheels turning, but none could have guessed what I had in mind.

Meanwhile, Cindy was putting out munchies and taking drink orders. Everyone wanted beer, so that was easy. Finally, a score occurred and we determined that it was Rick who won. He went to the box and pulled out a reward. He opened it and his eyes went wide. Somebody shouted read it and he cleared his throat. “Receive a blowjob from slut 1 or 2, your choice.”

Everyone turned to stare at me. Cindy was standing right behind me and they all looked at me and then at her. “Well, which do you want?”

“Slut 1, I guess. Hey, how is this going to work? What sluts? What the hell is this?” I was getting questions from everyone now and they were confused, but laughing about it, thinking it was a joke.

Cindy and I walked over to the divider and yanked the sheets down. The guys stared at it. The slightly higher cutout had a hand sticking thru it, waving. “Gentlemen, this is slut 1. She is here to give you the reward.”

Rick looked at me unbelievingly. The other guys were all standing there watching.

“Well?” I said to Rick.

He looked at me and then at Cindy. “Is Cindy going to watch?”

“Cindy, honey, why don’t you go back to the bedroom while Slut 1 takes care of Rick.”

“Yes, of course.” She smiled and turned to go. Just before leaving she turned back to us. “Enjoy!”

Everyone looked back and forth at each other and finally Rick stepped up and started undoing his pants. He looked around and the other guys started offering support, so he stuck his dick thru the hole. I knew the Slut 1 was Sam, and she could suck cock like no woman I had ever met. This proved true for Rick, too.

“Holy shit! This woman is fantastic!”

“Don’t tell us.” I said to him. “Talk to her. The two sluts I have here today love the dirty talk.”

Rick looked at me, then rolled his eyes back. “Damn, girl, you can really suck cock. C’mon baby, suck that dick. Lick my balls, too.” He scooted forward to make sure that his balls were reachable. Evidently, they were, because he groaned in appreciation. “Fuck me, this is the greatest fucking football pool I’ve ever been in. C’mon baby, start jacking and fucking. I have to get back to the game.”

I reminded everyone to make a selection for the next score and they all hurried over to fill out the paper while Rick was being finished by Sam. “Oh, yeah, baby. I’m gonna cum. Swallow it all, Slut 1. I’m gonna give you a big load… fuck… oh, shit… fuckkkkkkkk!” His jerking was a clear sign that he was ejaculating into Slut 1’s mouth and she was sucking it down. Finally, he pulled back and bent over to look thru the opening, but Sam dropped the cloth cover I had put in back so that they couldn’t see behind the partition. He stood up and zipped up, came back and made his next selection.

“Guys, you shouldn’t try to peek thru the holes and see the ladies. The two sluts I have selected have asked to remain anonymous. Please follow those instructions or you will be out of the game.”

While I was talking the next score occurred and he winner was Mike. He picked his reward and read it out loud. “Pussy fuck with Slut 2.” He was rumored to have a very large dick and it was going to be obvious soon if the rumors were true. Without any hesitation at all, Mike stood up and walked over toward the wall. He didn’t just unzip, he dropped his drawers and boxers and stood facing the wall. Suddenly, at the lower hole, a hand waved and then, just visible, we could make out a pussy backing up to the wall. From the other side came a shout. “Ready and lubricated, let’s go!” Everyone else was now moving over to the wall, and we could all see that Mike was definitely endowed. His dick was about 8 inches long and very wide. He moved up to the wall and poked his dick into the opening, moving it around as bostancı escort a few fingers appeared to guide it in.

“Oh my God!” A shout came from the other side. “It’s enormous!”

Mike grinned. “Just take it, baby. I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast. I haven’t had a nut in three weeks.”

“Then shut up and fuck me, stud!”

Mike started moving back and forth a little and suddenly just left himself flattened against the wall. “Shit, she’s fucking me good!” We could hear the slap, slap of her ass against the wall on the other side as she rocked back and forth on his cock.

Again words from the other side. “Let me know when you are going to cum! I want to swallow it.”

Mike just groaned and kept his little thrusts going as Emily did most of the work. I could hear some whispering on the other side and then Slut 2 (Emily) started cumming. “Oh, fuck. I’m cumming all over that big, fat cock! C’mon, baby. Keep fucking me. Oh… shit… fuck!”

“Damn, her pussy is fucking milking me with all those tremors.” The other guys were all interested now. “Ugh… ugh….” He kept grunting in time to the cunt sliding down his dick and slapping against the wall. “Okay, slut! I’m going to fucking cum!!”

Mike left himself there, plastered against the wall as little spasms hit his body. He was just barely humping the wall, spurting his cum into someone’s waiting mouth. I wasn’t sure if it was Emily or Sam… even my precious Cindy, but somebody was getting quite a mouthful.

Finally, he pulled back thru the wall and backed up. His dick was softening, but still large and hard. It was his girth that was probably best for Emily. “Fuck me! That was amazing! That woman sucks dick like a Kirby vacuum!”

Suddenly, I saw movement and Cindy came around the corner, motioning me to come over. I scooted over to her by the entrance to the kitchen.

“Master, the two sluts are tired of waiting for dick. They want you to just let the guys stick their dicks in there and let them fuck and suck them.”

I laughed. “Yeah, those sluts. I guess you don’t want any, huh?”

She looked at me. “Only if you will let me Master.”

I gave her a hug. “I love you, Cindy… not as a slave… but as my beautiful pregnant wife. You know that, right?”

She hugged me back and I could feel her get choked up. She was much more emotional now that she was pregnant. “I love you and will do nothing if you don’t want me to.”

I pulled her out of the hug. “I want to see you fuck Mike’s big, fucking cock, baby. I want to see your face when he buries that monster into your gorgeous cunt. Now get back in there and we’ll make the arrangements.”

She gave me a tight hug, squeezing really hard. “Thank you, my husband and Master.”

I turned her around and gave her a little slap on the ass, then retreated to the den.

The guys were all going down the sheet and trying to get their best guess down there next. Only Mike and Rick had gotten to play and the other two were raring to go.

“Change of plans, guys.” They all looked up expectantly. “Fuck the bets, rewards, and all that shit. Just line up and get fucked. The sluts just want some dick. To the wall, guys.”

The two who hadn’t experienced it before went to the wall and were jockeying for position. Pants were coming completely off now and they were approaching the openings with just their shirts on, dicks waving in the breeze.

“Anyone want anything to drink?” I offered as they were all stripped down now. I wanted to see if anyone worried about Cindy coming back in. They all looked at me like the proverbial deer in the headlights. “Don’t worry, Cindy has seen a few dicks before.” I turned toward the kitchen. “Cindy, dear, bring another 6 pack out.”

Cindy came back into the room carrying another six-pack of beers. When she rounded the corner and saw the guys bare asses as they faced the wall, waiting for some indication of a female body part in the openings, she stopped. They all were facing away and seemed afraid to turn around and face the wife of a friend.

Cindy just laughed. “Where’s my camera. This would make quite a shot.” The guys all laughed nervously, not sure how to take it. Cindy handed me a beer and started toward the rest of them. She went right up to each one and handed them a beer, taking time to look down at each dick. When she was done she came back over to me and all the guys followed her actions closely. She gave me a peck on the cheek and pointed to the wall. “Uh, guys, I think the sluts are ready.” I looked at there were hands coming out of each hole waving. “Bye, honey.” She turned back to them. “Be careful, Mike, you could hurt someone with that.” Then she flounced out of the room. The first two guys were already at the wall, but Mike actually looked like he was blushing.

“Geez, John. Cindy took that in good stride.”

“Hey, Mike. Do you think she’s ignorant of my sluts I have back there? She knows what goes on.”

He just stared at me and I pointed over to the wall at the next two victims. Jerry and Larry were up there. Jerry was getting a blowjob and Larry was getting fucked somehow. I didn’t know who was who, but I left them there to go into the kitchen to watch. I determined that Jerry was being blown by Emily and Sam was fucking Larry.

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All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentionally.

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April 2019

Her screams finally subsiding from her first orgasm, I pulled my length out of her as torturously as I had entered her. Just before the head come completely out, I thrust back in with all the force I had left. I’d already cum once this evening but a second was very close now.

I sped up my pace, slamming into this ass with as much need as I’d ever had. Her breath was caught in her throat as I continued my assault on her sex, her creamy folds tightening around my cock once again.

I knew I could make her cum again, so to play into her desires I slowed my pace slightly and reach to the ass on my right. She was still wet and ready from the fucking I’d had given her first. Without warning I plunged by two middle finger deep into her pussy. I knew well where her g-spot was so I stimulated it with intensity, getting her close in very short order.

Once close I withdrew my hand, still fucking the ass that liked to be kept waiting, and concentrated on my office sluts clitoris. Rapid circles and pressure elicited throaty moans from her and in a minute or so she came with a higher pitched “Ohhhhhhh”. This made the ass I was fucking very envious.

To be kind though, after I made my office slut cum on my fingers and quickened my pace once again and didn’t relent until I was ready to cum. I grabbed her waist hard and pounded into her until I blasted everything I had left into her silken sex. I came in a half dozen glorious blasts and felt, rather weakly, another orgasm from her as I withdrew my length from her.

I was totally spent but happy I was able to service all of these beautiful asses. As the festivities were now finished, I thought of nothing but a shower and sleep. However all four of the owners of these asses had other ideas.

They approached me, hands stroking my cock back to life slowly, a mouth or two on my neck to encourage it faster. I was whispered suggestions on what to do next and all of them sounded terrific. Those same hands now led me cock first up the stairs to my large steam shower.

A shower, definitely yes, but sleep; not likely.

#

May 2018

Tolstoy said ‘The two most powerful warriors are patience and time’. What he didn’t say was that those warriors often worked together and, more often than not, against you.

Before I knew what the fuck was happening, my 20 year high school reunion was upon me. The scary people heading the reunion committee tracked nearly all 500 of our graduating class members from 1998. And while I didn’t hide who I am or where I was on social media, I went to great lengths to protect my personal phone number that only four people on the planet had. Since I was one of those people, and the other three were sitting with me watching a rom-com, I instantly knew who it was.

Ugh. No I don’t remember you. Yes, I was aware it was coming up. No, I don’t want to donate to the fund for decoration. Yes reconnecting is fun. Yes… No…I don’t know… oh FUCK, fine. I’ll be there, just email me the invoice. I hung up.

Seriously, the CIA interrogators could learn a lot from high school reunion committees.

“So,” Amber said, amused, “Rancho Vally’s 20th? Are you gonna go?”

“Are you,” I shot back.

“Oh hell no,” Amber said. “I hated almost everyone there and the ones I don’t hate are either dead or here.”

I tried not to wish I was a part of the former list of people she liked, but that didn’t help that I was wrangled into going to a reunion. Shit. I really didn’t want to talk to those people. Still, it would be neat to see how all the guys from the skater/surfer group turned out. Torn, I contemplated backing out until Tanya spoke up.

“Well,” Tanya said, “if Amber doesn’t want to go then I will. I’d love to see where you guys grew up.” She was always up for an adventure of discovery. “Jess, what do you say?”

Jessica shook her head. “Nnoooooooope. I’m staying here with Amber. Reunions are pissing contests for guys, and even worse for women, and I don’t care for that sort of shit. Besides, I already know Amber and Paul have the best ‘where are they now’ story, so why even bother going.” She smiled in my direction. “And if no one believes you Paul, just show them the pics from our trip last month. They’ll probably retroactively make you prom king for the awesomeness factor alone.”

I smiled at the thought of those pics and that trip. The four of us in Germany’s more colorful establishments, a couple of bottles of cherry brandy and damn few clothes.

That would certainly one up anyone else’s tales by far.

I mulled it over for a bit longer. “Fuck it,” I said. “Fine. I’ll go. Tanya,” I turned to her, batting my eyes sweetly, “would you be my date to my reunion? It would be fun to show you my hometown, and, as a side ataşehir escort bayan bonus, you would make spectacular arm candy to make me look super awesome.”

She slapped by arm but smiled. “Don’t be an asshole. Yes, I’ll go. But you’re buying me a new dress. Something with slink.”

Tanya in a slinky dress? Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

“If we’re gonna go and do this, we’re going to at least have fun. How about a road trip? We’ll stop a few places along the way, take a couple days to drive down. You know, enjoy the trip.” I let the implication hang in the air.

Tanya smile slyly at that. “Now you’re talkin’. This is gonna be the best reunion ever!”

#

August 2018

I really thought I would never see this place again. Not because it held any bad memories or because it had some weird vibe. Simply because I had outgrown it. It was a town that had less than 100,000 people when I left, which contributed to the huge student body of Rancho Valley High School. Now it was a city with nearly twice the population and had four high schools. It’s footprint easily tripled taking up space in what use to be scrub land and desert. The vineyards, which it was famous for all over the country, also gained land beyond their old borders.

Despite the changes, it was weirdly nice to be back. My parents had long moved away and I had no family close by, so Tanya and I stayed at the nicest hotel in town, located on the Indian reservation, which was actually pretty nice. I booked us a room in their high roller suite even though I had no intention of doing any gambling. They were not overjoyed at this, but since I was paying for a room they

generally gave away, they looked past that.

The whole trip down was fun for Tanya and I. We stopped in San Francisco for a day and two nights and saw the sights and, at Tanyas insistence, shopped the shops. She picked up an awesome dress for the reunion as well as some other things for herself, as well as some things for Jessica and Amber. One of those things she modeled for me that evening, and I must say it was worth every penny.

After checking in and unpacking, I showed her the town.

It was really just like any other suburb you can think of. It had buildings that didn’t go above four stories, apartments as far as the eye can see, an ‘old town’ section, a street that the kids cruised down, and of course the make out spot in the surrounding hills, which Tanya also found very enjoyable to visit.

The reunion was that evening so we retired to the hotel to change. I saw Tanya’s dress on the rack and in the bag, but seeing her in it made me all kinds of glad that I bought it.

Sexy was a word for it. Seductive was better. But provocative would be my favorite adjective to use.

The dress was a gold patterned knee length number with the right shoulder purposely sewn down so it looked like it was falling off. The V down the chest was deep and showed ample side boob (or inner boob I guess), and the slit up the front of the left leg went well past her hip and above her belly button level. It was high enough to show that she wasn’t wearing any panties and exposed a generous portion of hip and her entire left, perfectly smooth, chocolate thigh.

Black strappy heels finished the ensemble and her hair, normally a wild and free afro, was tied back in a tight bun.

My jaw was on the floor as she turned a full circle, letting me see the full view. If she stood still it could be considered a sensual outfit, but when she moved the top of the thigh slit shifted slightly away from her body, but never exposing her crotch. It was one of the sexiest things imaginable, and worth every penny of the outrageous price I paid the boutique.

“I take it,” she mused, “that this meets with your approval? You mentioned being arm candy for you, so I wanted to make sure that everyone knew just how lucky you are.” She turned around again and struck a pose, extending her left thigh out so it was in full view.

“You look amazing,” I said, clearing my throat in an effort to breath normally. Even after all this time, she was a vision to behold.

She moved to check herself out in the multiple mirrors in the bedroom. “You know,” she started, “I like the dress, but not sure it’s practical for my plans.”

Huh? What plans?

“May I inquire as to your possibly dastardly plans?”

“Well,” she started, walking back to me she lifted the slit of her dress to reveal her freshly wax vulva, “I don’t know if this lifts high enough for someone to say, smash their face into my pussy should the need arise.”

Her smooth, hot sex was right in front of my face now, just begging to be touched, and licked, and possibly more. But not wanting to give totally in, I tried to sound cool.

“I can see the potential issue there. Here,” I said, sliding off the bed onto my knees. I lifted her left leg over my right shoulder, “In this position, one could very easily reach you pussy with hands and/or escort kadıköy mouth.”

She stared down at me, smiling. “Shall I demonstrate?” I said, and dove into pussy with my tongue before she had a chance to respond. Her excited inhale was exciting for me to hear.

I flicked my tongue quickly over her as I kneaded her ass from between her legs, switching between flicking and lapping circles around her clip. My fingers finding her warm folds and playing with her wetness before slipping my thumb into her pussy. She moaned deeply as I inserted, and deeper still when I applied pressure to her clit.

Standing sex in any form is sometimes difficult. More so given the usually vast differences in height, flexibility, and other factors. However in this position, with her left braced on the bed and her hand gripping my head, I was able to lick Tanya’s clit effectively with my tongue while playing with her entrance with my thumb. After a few minutes of this the effect was what I had hoped to for.

“Yes, shit, that feels awesome, fuck, just like that,” she panted, gently bucking her hips to my mouth. “Holy crap that’s gonna make me cum. Keep fucking me with your thumb, deeper, deeper, thats it. Fuck fuck FUUUUUUCCCCKKK” she moaned loudly. I felt her pussy convulse around my thumb, but I held the pressure through her orgasm. When she finished I withdrew and she put her leg back down, sitting down heavily on the bed and laying back.

“God damn, Paul, that was awesome,” she said. She spotted the large bulge in my pants and turned over towards me. Her hand touched the bulge my long, thick cock was making, and it responded to her touch with enthusiasm.

“My, my, what have we here,” she quipped. She stroked the front of my pants a bit, quickly moving towards the buckle. A few deft movements and my erection popped out. She stroked the shaft and stared planting small kisses around the base, moving up the shaft and finally rolling her tongue around the head, licking at the pre cum that had formed.

She tongued the head and then slowly, carefully, started taking me into her mouth. Her lips were stretched over my girth but she was still going down. She stopped about half way and started bobbing up and down, stroking the shaft in time with her head movements.

Her tight, wet mouth did a quick job of getting me ready to cum. I usually last a lot longer, but it seems she had a mission to get me off as quickly as possible. Her quick but steady speed and the wetness her mouth was giving were enough to do the job well.

“Im gonna cum soon,” I told her.

She raised her head from the blowjob. “Good. Cum in my mouth, I don’t want to get anything on my dress or hair.” She resumed her blowjob at the same pace. After another minute of her awesome oral assault, I felt the first spurts of cum explode into her waiting mouth. She stopped the head bobbing but continue to jack me off, stroking out every bit of cum she could.

When I was spent, she made a show of opening her mouth, showing off the lake of cum I shot, and swallowed it with a loud gulp. “That was fun, but we really should get ready,” she said, and hopped off the bed.

After a blowjob like that, I highly doubted the rest of the evening was going to be much fun.

I should have learned by now not to doubt such things.

#

The gym, where I spent very little time except in phys. ed. class, was just as cavernous as I remember. Its max capacity in my time was 3 thousand, but they seemed to expand it so it could easily hold twice that number; two full size basketball courts end to end were marked out on the floor.

You’d think the least they could do was rent a carpet or something to make it less gym-like. Oh well. The gym looked suitably festive with the banners for the various ’98 sports teams achievements, academic teams accomplishments, and even all the old clubs banners hanging around the perimeter. A stage at the far end was setup with a DJ playing all the hits of the mid-late 90’s to complete this trip down memory lane.

Honestly, it was weird more than anything, but it was also great to see some old friends. A lot of talk happened between us; about where we were now, what we were doing, who we married (or didn’t), and how I landed as fine a babe as Tanya. It was not uncommon for me to be considered un-cool, cause you know, high school. So the fact that Tanya was with me made many a former nay-sayer speechless.

“Met her in a parking lot,” I told them. Which, technically, was true. They didn’t need to know the rest.

After quite a while of this I retired to the table we were assigned, Tanya having two empty wine glasses in front of her already.

“Drinking till’ I’m pretty,” I asked as I sat down next to her. “No,” she replied, “but this wine is amazing.”

I looked at the bottles. It was grown just down the road. There were perks of living right next to wine country. I snagged a glass as well.

“Hey Paul,” a feminine voice called from behind me. I turned bostancı escort to see and was gobbsmacked at who I saw.

Jamie.

Of all the women I knew from high school, Jamie was always funny, good people to hang out with, and cute in her tomboy-ish ways and dress. After Amber brought me into the wide world of women, I always suspected that Jamie was something special. She never was obvious or flirty, but she had a quiet humor and near constant smirk.

She wasn’t wearing her smirk now, but a friendly and wide smile. Her dark brown hair was in a messy up-style affair, and her round face, high, freckle covered cheeks and vibrant hazel eyes were exactly as I remembered. She was a head shorter than me, petite but curvier than I recall, although that was probably due to me never having seen her in a dress before now. Her dress was delightfully unexpected from what I remember her favoring back in the day.

A deep blue, the dress was short, tight, and had a bandage look that is popular it seems. A significant portion of the middle, mostly the cleavage area, was a diaphanous polka dot material in a deep v shape, with side panels going from her arm pit to the top of her hip in the same material, showing off no small amount of side boob and hip.

What also shocked me pleasantly was how large her breasts were. At least a full DD, they stood high and proud on her frame, creating a deep valley in the front and an awesome side view as well.

We’re this a normal high school function she’d be escorted out for such a dress. But then again so would half the women here. Showing off at reunions was to be expected and something I was wholly grateful for.

My expression was probably obvious, cause Jamie stood there amused. “I guess this is a bit different look than you remember seeing me in, huh?”

“Wow,” I said as I stood and gave her a hug, “you look amazing, but I always thought you were lovely.”

She smiled, “Yea, but with a 3XL to large sweater that went over everything.” She sat down at the chair next to mine.

“Ahem,” I heard from my opposite side. Tanya was smirking as she sipper her wine. Doh!

“Ah, sorry, Jamie, this is Tanya, Tanya, this is Jamie, my friend through photography, science, cooking, and drafting classes.”

“I was just playing with Paul,” said Tanya, smiling. She shook hands with Jamie. “That dress would make any man stumble. You look great.”

“Thanks, yours too,” Jamie said, blushing slightly and absently smoothing her dress. “I never wear things like this so I thought it’d be fun.”

We chatted for a half hour or so, reminiscing about classes and teachers, laughing at how some folks turned out and remembering absent friends. Jamie seemed happy to speak of the old days, but also sounded to have a lot of sadness, like she missed something small but significant. I tried to place it but was distracted when Jamie mentioned the beach parties we use to have. I mentioned to Tanya that we should hit the beach before we leave, not for the least reason but to see her in a bikini.

“Oh,” Jamie said “Speaking of which…a bunch of the group were meeting up to go night surfing. Not sure if you knew or not.”

“Really!?” I was stoked to go night surfing, mostly cause I hadn’t been in years. But I didn’t want to leave Jamie alone, and I really, really wanted to talk to her more; especially while she was wearing that dress. Thankfully, one of my better demons was there for me.

“Go ahead and surfer boy out,” Tanya said. “I’ll keep Jamie company.” Jamie seemed pleased at this idea.

“Awesome! And I know just where to start. Rolled tacos!”

“Awwww,” I whined, “you’re hitting up Albertos without me? Traitor!”

I saw a hint of that playful smirk again. “You surf, you lose. But don’t worry, they’re open 24 hours, we can get some later.” That sounded promising indeed.

I rose and told Tanya I’d see her back at the hotel. She pulled me into a quick kiss, whispering in my ear. “Take your time, have fun, but don’t hurry back. Jamie seems to need someone to talk to and I want to help her.”

I nodded understanding to Tanya, pecked her cheek and went off to my friends, already gathering for our departure to the beach.

#

It was late when I got back to our suite. At least 3am. We surfed and talked and ate tacos around a beach fire. It was as if we’d never been apart. But thats the good

thing about good friends; you pick up right where you left off.

I entered the suite to find an empty room service cart with a couple bottles of wine, and an extra suitcase I didn’t recognize. For a moment I thought I was in the wrong suite until Tanya emerged from the bedroom. She was slipping on a robe but not before I saw that was naked. It, as always, left me stunned until she covered up with the robe.

She sat down on the sofa and poured the last little bit of wine into a glass. Without preamble Tanya announced “Your friend is in trouble.”

I sat down next to her. Tanya continued. “Jamie got out of a shit relationship a few days ago. That asshole basically said she was worthless, told her to go to this reunion and that he’d be gone with she got back.”

She downed her wine in one go. There wasn’t a lot in there but the effect was dramatic.

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Although I’ve written this story from a personal point of view, it’s a complete work of fiction. Any characters depicted herein are at least 18 years old.

****

“Excuse me, sir, would you like to try our new drink?”

You’re in a superstore. A very attractive, curvy, blonde young lady smiles at you and a offers a small sample of alcohol. She’s wearing a figure-hugging dress, cut low enough to arouse without being indecent. The drink is almost as delicious as she is, you take the special offer voucher and place a bottle in your trolley in the hope that you can recapture an image of her later that evening, drinking her good health, whilst sat next to your rather plump wife and hoping to god you don’t get a boner.

Sounds familiar? Good!

Suzie is my daughter, 22 years old and working for a promotions company. She works hard and is very popular with management and customers alike. She’s confident and, above all, she’s successful; her salary and bonuses reflect her success. That particular drink sold out completely in the four days she was at the store.

It was pure luck that brought her into sales. She was always good at school, popular with girls because they could confide in her, often just a listening ear when problems arose. She was popular with boys for a totally different reason. She won a place at university, studying psychology, but just couldn’t settle away from home and gave up part way into the course.

Suzie was never one to sit around; encouraged by a boyfriend she had at the time she studied massage at a local college. I might add that she was intending to work with a beauty salon, not a backstreet brothel – never Suzie, she picked her boyfriends with great care.

And so it came to pass that a good friend of mine noting her diligence, enthusiam, charm and, yes, her body, told her of a vacancy with the promotions company for which she now works.

Suzie, my Suzie, always a smiley happy girl all through childhood. Intelligent, good at school and always eager to work hard. Today, though a pint-sized 5 feet tall, she’s a keen swimmer, plays several sports when she has time, is a slim size 10 with medium length ash blonde hair, twinkly blue eyes and 32c breasts.

****

2011 was a bad year. Christine, my wife and my best friend for 26 years left me. She had taken up her interest in art again and enrolled for a course of evening classes to improve her skills. Despite being my best friend, intimacy between us had dwindled year on year. She met a man 7 years younger than her who was also on the art course and started going for a drink with him each Wednesday evening after the course ended. The drinks at the pub changed to drinks at his home and … well you know the routine without me boring you with details. She moved in with him in August of that year.

Naturally I was devastated. Suzie, despite having been at university and later moving in with her boyfriend, realised probably before I did there were problems. I guess real problems started when Suzie first went away to university. Up to then Christine and I weren’t alone in the house. Not having Suzie around meant not having to work together to feed, wash and iron clothes, clear up after her and taxi her around (at one point I threatened to have ‘cash machine’ tattooed on my forehead and Christine already had a sign ‘Mum’s taxi’ hanging in the front window of our car).

The first time daughter Suzie, then 18, came home at term (trimester) end before Christmas, I’d just had a disagreement with her mother, who had gone out in a temper. I was sat on the sofa looking and feeling totally pissed off and I’d opened a bottle of Chardonnay — yes guys I know it should have been beer or whisky but I like Chardonnay — and I was drinking it from a half-pint glass. My little grown-up daughter came and sat on my lap.

“Daddy, don’t look so gloomy,” said Suzie, taking the glass from me and drinking 2 mouthfuls.

“She’ll be back before long. You know you two always make up.”

Perhaps I was too honest and open, but my little grown-up daughter was very good at listening. I needed to unburden.

“Making up isn’t what it used to be. Maybe a half apology. No kiss and no hugs I’ll bet when we go to bed.”

“Oh daddy. Here, you’ve always got me.” She put her arm around me. Without thinking I moved my head to rest on her chest. She kissed me on my cheek.

Suzie went to fetch another glass, a half-pint one, shortly followed by another bottle of wine. Being a student, Suzie wasn’t bothered about labels; any wine would do. There were genuine tears in my eyes as I explained further what I’d just said. There was little intimacy now between Christine and I. When I’d finished I felt I’d really told Suzie too much but, as I said earlier, she’s a very good listener. I had unburdened a lot. We had almost finished 2 bottles.

“Oh daddy, I’m really sorry to hear …” Alcohol enhanced, the kiss on my cheek became a kiss on my lips. Maybe I shouldn’t have but my hand went under ataşehir escort her top, just stroking her side. Christine was denying me everything and I needed to touch. I needed it so badly. Slowly but surely my hand moved up until it reached her bra.

Strangely, Suzie didn’t say a word but kissed me again, full on my lips, trying to ease my lips apart. I relaxed my mouth and so did she. She pullled away, reached behind and unhooked her bra, took another long drink and moved my hand upwards, touching her left breast. The alcohol must have dulled my sense of responsibility for I left it there, slowly circling round a very firm nipple.

Suzie shivered a little. Realising her reaction I quickly pulled my hand away.

My daughter, my dear little grown-up daughter caught my hand and returned it to where it had been.

“No, Suzie, this isn’t right.”

“Sssh, daddy. That felt really good. You have a very gentle touch, unlike some guys my age. I know it may feel wrong but I’m here for you, here to listen and here for you to touch.

My daughter’s breast felt good, really good; warm, soft, smooth and firm. My cock knew that too. For the first time in weeks I was becoming aroused. Her nipple responded to my touch. Suzie shivered again, pleasure messages were being sent to her brain.

She pulled away again, this time to remove her top and free her bra. Both fell to the floor. The movement of her ass rubbed through my pants and against my cock. She had little difficulty in knowing how hard it was.

“See, you’re enjoying this. I’m enjoying it. That’s only got to be good.”

“But … ” I started. She wagged a finger and put it to my lip.

“But nothing. Chill daddy. Mum has been a real pain. You have been good to her all these years. You have helped and supported me all the way and I need this every bit that you do. Now show me what you shared with mum when you were first married.” And with a giggle, “You can remember can’t you?”

“Yes I can! Are you sure you …?”

“Try me.”

I thought for a moment or two. “I guess the first thing that really got me going when I married your mum was her figure. To see her naked in the bedroom. She would pause after getting undressed, stand a while, twirl around, let me see her naked before she got into bed.”

“Like this?” Half pissed as she was, Suzie stood up and started to unbuckle her skirt.

“No, Suzie. What if mum comes back in?”

“Shush! Mum was in a shit mood. It will be at least another hour. Now do you want me to … or not?”

“Oh Suzie, yes. Please. I’ve wanted to look at you for a long, long time.” The drink was doing the talking for me. The drink seemed also to have removed Suzie’s inhibitions.

Suzie’s skirt, helped by a little wiggle, fell to the floor. She giggled — you know like some girls do after alcohol. Her tights and panties peeled off, she stood naked in front of me. I rapidly drew in my breath. What I saw was beyond my wildest dreams and it was going to enhance my dreams for some time to come.

My daughter, my sweet little girl, was now the most beautiful young lady in the world. Ash blonde hair to her shoulders, round face, cute nose, blue eyes and wonderful lips just smiling for me. Lightly and evenly tanned all the way down from her occasional sunbed sessions. Taut, firm breasts with mid brown perky nipples perfectly complemented by the slightly darker areaola, smooth neck, shoulders and perfectly proportioned hips, lightly muscled arms from her love of swimming and tennis, naturally grown long nails with just a touch of varnish.

A tight slim tummy, smooth hips outlining her pussy, short blonde pubic hairs hardly masking any detail, short but elegant and equally light-muscled legs. My eyes were drawn back to her vee, that divine slit only slightly hidden by hair and this didn’t go unnoticed by Suzie.

I could have lovingly gazed at her all evening but she came and sat on my lap again. We worried not about being father and daughter as Suzie taught ME how to kiss. My hands never left touch with her sides, her breasts, her legs and thighs. She swivelled slightly to give me access to run my hand up the inside of her thigh to her sex. I noticed her wetness and returned to run my fingers across that most delicate area.

Coming to my senses again I abruptly stopped, broke the kiss and sat upright.

“Your mother may come in at any time. We must stop. This is wrong.”

*****

Suzie was just buckling her skirt as we heard the front door. Bra quickly fastened and top back on, Suzie was just smoothing her clothing down as Christine walked unsteadily into the room. She too had drunk rather too much.

Nothing much was said by all three of us. Suzie went to her room and switched her TV on. Christine and I strained conversation before she went to bed, shortly followed by me. As I lay in bed the scent of Suzie’s sex was still on my fingers, a dark, deep musky slightly pungent smell. An intensive sexual smell that rapidly brought kadıköy escort back my arousal. Christine was soon sound asleep, hastened and deepened by the alcohol. I lay on my back, gently stroking, inhaling Suzie’s highly sexual perfume. I tried to cum but the fear of rousing my wife left me unsatisfied.

The air still wasn’t clear the next day. Suzie intervened where possible to get Christine and I talking again which, given both Christine and I had hangovers, proved nigh impossible. That night in bed was much the same as before, except I didn’t have Suzie’s unique female scent to ease me into sleep.

The following weekend came far too slowly. Christine announced she was going Christmas shopping. I took that to mean that it included my usual socks and a box of Chocolate Gingers. She said she would lunch in the shopping mall and call at Emily’s on the way back.

“Expect me home around teatime. I’ll ring, and you can have something ready for me.”

“Like a sharp axe?” I muttered. Fortunately she didn’t hear.

As soon as Christine left I heard Suzie go into the shower. Ten minutes later I could hear the hairdryer and she was soon downstairs. I still wasn’t feeling great, having been ignored most of the previous few days. My dear daughter, however, was in an upbeat mood. Despite the winter cold outside, she had quite a short skirt on and no tights. Smiling, she came over and sat on my lap.

“I’m here to cheer you up, daddy,” she said.

Having my short-skirted daughter on my lap had already cheered me up. She cuddled up and moved my hand onto her leg. When I didn’t get the message, she moved my hand higher. I remembered what she said a few days before about being softer, gentler than her boyfriends I lightly traced a line from her knee, along the inside of her thigh up to her skirt. She opened her legs, inviting me to continue. I paused.

“Da-aa-ad-ee” she said. “Hell! Do I have to spell it out?”

I still hesitated.

“For fuck’s sake daddy! Either I go back upstairs and frig myself off, or you do it. Now which do you want? Your choice.”

This was the first time I’d heard my ultra-cool daughter swear directly at me. She stood up.

“Well?” Her voice moved up a notch. “Mum pisses you off, she’s ignored you all week, she hasn’t let you touch her let alone fuck her.” She paused. “I haven’t had any decent sex since I went to uni. I haven’t frigged myself for weeks. I’m as randy as hell and you, you, you just …” She made to leave.

“Stop honey,” I’d never seen Suzie in this mood, so annoyed before. PMT? Frustration? Just too much work at uni? I don’t know. I patted my lap.

She crossed the room.

“I guess I’m still in pissed off mode and you are my daughter who I’m supposed to protect, not abuse. After your mother all this week … I suppose I’m not in the mood. I know you’re trying to help … but why?”

“Jeez. Wait. How can I convince you?” She was annoyed again. “A few nights ago you wanted to look. You said you’d liked to see mum when you were first married. You always wanted to see me. Your touch was real good, real slow, so confident. We were interrupted. What do you want? A second look? Here!”

With that my dear little 18 year old grown-up daughter started a very slow striptease. A very sexy striptease. When she’d finished she tossed her panties to me. Waited. I put the gusset to my nose, much like I’d done with her mother many years ago. It smelled good. It smelled very good. It brought back memories. I smiled for the first time in days.

“Ok, your bedroom.” At least if Christine had changed her mind and came back early I had a chance. What the fuck! My sweet little grown-up daughter had given me a real invitation. I’d be a fool to turn it down.

She picked up her clothes. I followed her up the stairs, into her room.

“Bed. Lie down. Eyes closed. You open your eyes and I stop, go downstairs, you frig yourself. OK?”

She nodded. Tables were turned. Suzie was laid, stark naked, flat on the bed. I took a moment or two to take a look, to memorise such a beautiful view. My gorgeous little grown-up daughter.

I started to tickle, just above her left ankle, just a very light tickle and teasing her skin — nothing more. I kissed her toes, quickly flicking my tongue between each of the gaps. Gradually I worked up the inside of her leg, stopping at her knee and switching to the right leg. Then without warning I moved up to her breasts, circling all around.

Changing again, I circled around her hip bones, tickling with my fingers inwards to her belly button and below. Then her lower legs, then the inside of her arms, wrist upwards. Changing tack, I kissed and ran my tongue along her slit, poking through her pubic hair into it and savouring the taste. And so this continued, Suzie never knowing where I would go next.

I paused. Wondering if I’d stopped, Suzie opened her eyes. Wrong move!

“You opened your eyes. I’m going.” I started to walk away.

“No daddy, bostancı escort bayan you tricked me. That felt good … and my toes … wow! Please.”

“My rules. You peeped.” I thought for a moment.

“Unless … unless … hmmm … unless you pay a forfeit.”

“Like?”

“I stay, you frig, I watch.”

“And?”

“I help. But I’m not in the mood anymore.” I paused. Though watching my daughter fingering herself might just help.

‘Da-aa-ad-ee! That’s real pervy. I wouldn’t even let a boyfriend watch me.”

“OK. Bye honey. Have fun.”

Little grown-up daughter thought some more. “Ok.”

“Close up?”

“No, that’s far too pervy.”

“I want to see where you touch, what you like doing to yourself. Your mother wouldn’t let me watch her.”

Suzie thought for a moment. “Daddy, that’s real pervy … and … ” A pause. “OK, it’s cool, but I’ll be nervous.”

“You try to seduce your father and frigging yourself makes you nervous?”

“I never had an audience before.”

“Shut your eyes then.”

“I always do.”

“No problem there then.”

I sat on the carpet at the end of Suzie’s bed and waited, trying to be as invisible as possible.

Slowly, very slowly at first my grown-up daughter lazily traced her fingertips down her belly, circling her belly several times. Then upwards to her breasts gently pulling at her nipples, enough to arouse but not hurt, sometimes crossing her arms and letting her fingers trail away to caress the sides of her breasts. Suzie seemed to stay here for a while, giving them just the faintest of touches with her eyes closed.

Moving upwards again she lightly tickled under her armpits, down the sides of her breasts again then cupping her hands over and across them, and circling the nipples this time pinching them hard.

She continued down her belly, her hips and across again to her belly button. Slightly lower now to the fine, short covering of blonde pubic hair, stopping, reversing, repeating many times what she had done — going back to the start, repeating and retracing the movements of her sensuous fingers.

This went on for a good 15 minutes.

My girl, my sweet little grown-up up girl was not making love to her sex, her pussy, her neglected cunt. No touches, no rubs … not yet. She was making love to her skin, the largest organ of her body; and the way she was caressing it, the largest sex organ of her body. It was as if every inch of her had suddenly become ultra sexual.

Every touch, every tickle, every smooth stroke with her nimble fingers had its own separate function; each had been well practised, well rehearsed. She knew every small part of her body. Like an orchestra, each part meant nothing on its own. All together it was a symphony of sexual arousal.

What I saw had become a masterclass in masturbation. She was the tutor and I was the very inexperienced student. Every expression on her face showed intense concentration. She was lost in her own world in a quest for complete sexual fulfillment.

I sat hypnotised. I wanted to touch her too, to feel her sex, to smell and taste. But I was helpless to move and almost helpless to breathe, scared of disturbing her thoughts. She never paused, never hesitated.

Eventually her slender, tender fingers traced further down; down to her legs, returning along the insides of her thighs for several minutes more – each time moving slightly nearer to her pubis.

Only then did her legs begin to move apart.

I remained still and quiet, my throat had suddenly become very dry. I could already see dampness glistening when suddenly one finger darted into her vagina. Dipped in and dipped out, solely to take up moisture, lubrication from that magic, ever flowing well. Lubrication to enable her to lightly skate over that nub of pleasure that every girl, every woman has. Some worship it, many are just aware of its presence, some live their lives pretending it never exists.

My little grown-up daughter was well aware, touching and caressing her clit just sufficiently to encourage those tiny nerves within to send messages of pleasure to her brain. Ever so slightly the speed of her touches, the pressure of just a single finger increased exactly in sync with the sexual arousal her pleasure brain was conveying.

She still had her eyes closed, her mind focussed completely on the pleasure she was giving herself. Bit by bit her hips began to move, to raise upwards, gyrate ever so slowly. I watched her face, an intense expression of concentration.

Suzie, my Suzie, my little grown-up Suzie was letting her own sexual energy build from within her. The slight movements became determined movements. Her hips gyrated more and she bucked as her arousal built.

She turned over, her hand working tirelessly, her weight adding to the pressure on her pubis. Her bottom, her perfectly rounded ass moved up and down faster and faster adding more pressure. Her hips began to gyrate again, she began uttering quiet moans of pleasure. Then without warning her other hand moved around and the middle finger touched against the ring of her anus, lightly probing but never moving far inside. Turning onto her back again her movements accelerated more and more and then …

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“Oh Uncle, wait ’til I tell you what happened last night.”

Susi was smiling and her eyes sparkled. She took her uncles hands and started swaying her body in front of him, giggling peevishly. He looked down at her flexing hips and thighs and his cock throbbed.

“Do you remember teaching me that not all the boys would like to clean me when they were done.” She smiled then giggled. Her uncle nodded, remembering how shocked she had been the first time he had done it to her.

“Well, this one did.” She spouted with glee. He smiled softly at the darling girl, suddenly feeling a little old. She was 19 now and would be moving on soon, he thought sadly.

“That’s great Susi, I’ll bet you were surprised.”

“I’ll say,” she gushed, “there was just a big wet spot on the front of my panties when I got home.”

Her uncle watched his darling girl bounce with excitement and sighed. He thought back to the time 6 months or so after she had turned 18 and came to him in tears. Her first boyfriend had put her down because she was such a prude. “I’m not a prude.” Susi had cried to her uncle and wept as she explained to him that ataşehir escort her boyfriend had said she was still a baby and that she needed to grow up. The boy had wanted her to suck his dick.

“Oh uncle,” she had sobbed, “I don’t even know what a boys ‘thingy’ looks like.” His thoughts had drifted to the girl’s family life. She had never been able to talk to her mother about anything related to sex, she had confessed. Ah yes, he had thought. Her mother was his sister and he could well understand why Susi had been left in the dark about sexual activity; her mother was a prude.

When her uncle had offered to teach the darling girl about being with a boy she had been hesitant. “You mean show me about…things, not just tell me about them?” she had asked, looking at him sideways.

“Well, yes, a few private lessons would probably be all you would need,” he explained shrewdly, “but we would want to keep the lessons to ourselves.” He had confided, knowing his sister would, at least, want to run him out of the country if she found out.

“But uncle, y…you’re so old, what if, I mean, what if you were to, um, kadıköy escort have a heart attack or something.” She had stammered.

“I’m not that old, Susi.” He had blurted, hoping that was the case. “Besides, how else are you going to learn? I’ll just bet that boy didn’t know either. I’ll bet he had hoped you knew how to give him what he wanted.”

He remembered the anxiety he’d felt hoping to convince the girl to take his naughty lessons.

She had thought about that for a moment then her face had brightened. “You mean he was embarrassed and that’s why he got mad at me?”

Almost, uncle had thought, I’ve almost persuaded her. “That’s exactly what I mean, Susi. And after I’ve showed you how things are done, you can get mad at him and call him a baby.” He remarked slyly, pushing the girl a bit harder.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to do that uncle. That was a really mean thing for him to say.” The girl almost whispered.

“Err…Yes, of course Susi. That is very true,” he had said quietly, backing off a little, he was so close, “it sounds to me like you have become a very grown up young woman.” The darling bostancı escort bayan girl had beamed with pride, sniffed a little and wiped away some of her tears. “So Susi, we could start this afternoon and…” His mind drifted back to the present and he heard her gushing happily.

“And nothing leaked out of my mouth either. It was…it was…well just perfect, no mess or anything. And we’re going out again tonight.” Her uncle almost burst out laughing as he recalled how much cum had gushed out of her mouth the first few times. Her cheeks and chin had looked like she was still a toddler with a runny nose.

His heart panged but he said. “Well, Susi that’s wonderful. I’ll bet he was happy too.”

“Oh yes, he was. He said he couldn’t believe what I could do with my mouth.” Her uncle remembered fondly how well she had learned. This new boy seemed to like it too.

Her uncle looked at her somewhat desperately and said. “Well, why don’t we celebrate with another practice session?”

“Oh Uncle, that would be great.” Gushed Susi and she took him by the hand and led him up to her bedroom.

“I was able to take his whole cock down my throat with no problem. He isn’t as big as you, of course, he’s still just a boy, but I was so proud of myself. And after he came I cleaned his balls and everything, just like you told…” She talked about her date all the way up the stairs.

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This is a continuation of Old Friends, New Lovers – the morning after…

*

I awoke to three sensations at once. The cool, salt air caressing my naked back, lips sucking on my ear lobe and fingers tracing the outline of my thighs. I had the same smile on my face I had fallen asleep with. Lew’s warm body against me.

I opened my eyes to see the red of the alarm staring back at me – 5:34. Lew whispered, “Good morning beautiful.” Was I dreaming? I had thought about this moment for a long time. Waking with him, naked, our bodies melded together.

I rolled towards him, “Morning.” He kissed me softly on the mouth. Now I was worried about morning breathe. I lowered my chin and he kissed my eyes and my forehead, the sheet sliding down to my thighs. The morning air making goose bumps on my skin.

“Be right back.” I whispered and kissed his chest. I rose and walked to the bathroom. Looked in the mirror, splashed water on my face and brushed my teeth with toothpaste and my fingers. Pausing for a minute to watch the water drip off my chin. Was I really here? After all these years, in this place with him.

Now fully awake and nervous and anxious to return to his side, I opened the door and walked towards the bed. He had his chin in his hand, propped up on an elbow, sheet around his waist. He watched me walking towards ataşehir escort him.

I felt my face flush as I self-consciously slide back into bed. His arms enveloping me as he began kissing my face. I tilted my head, my eyes meeting his, my mouth searching for his. His kiss was so warm and inviting. I couldn’t kiss him enough.

His hand stroking my cheek and eyelids as his tongue parted my lips and searched the inside of my mouth. The electricity of the kiss warming me from inside, all the way to my toes. It felt like a first kiss every time. I could stay in this moment just kissing forever I thought.

“I love kissing you.” He said against my mouth, as if reading my mind. My kissing became more feverish, my body pressing against the entire length of him. The sun began rising against the ocean, chasing the shadows from our room. The sound of the ocean lapping at the sand in the background.

My tongue chasing his, licking at his lips. His hand sliding into my hair, pulling my mouth to him. His other hand sliding down my back, circling the tattoo at the base of my spine. His knee slide between my legs, parting my thighs. I could feel my warmth and wetness against his lower thigh.

He kissed my neck, nipping at my collar bone, his leg pressing into me. My back arched against him as his hand slide over my hip, kadıköy escort squeezing my waist and then sliding between my thighs. Pushing my legs further apart.

I moaned into the morning as he slide one finger and than another into me. I pushed against his fingers, wanting more. Feeling my face flush more as the feelings overtook me and I starting losing control.

He pulled his head back, smiling, nodding a little. “Let it go, uh-huh.”

I bucked against his hand, harder and harder as he slide another finger into me. Feeling his fingers filling me up. His knuckles sliding into my wetness as he began twisting his fingers slowly back and forth. His thumb rubbing my pulsing clit in circles.

“Oh, oh, I am going to cum. Harder, faster with your fingers, please.” I heard those words coming from my mouth and didn’t believe it was me. I was totally being selfish and lost in the feelings his fingers made inside me.

We locked eyes as I arched my back and pushed down onto his fingers, his hand against my pelvic bones. My face reddened even more as I gushed on him. My breasts against his chest.

He laughed slightly as he took my nipple in his mouth at the height of my orgasm. As the orgasm waned, I collapsed on his arm, my chest heaving, eyes closed. He kissed my face. Brushed the hair off my cheek.

“You bostancı escort bayan look so sexy right now. That half smile on your face, your hair fanned on the pillow.” He said in between kisses. I could feel him hard against my hip. He rolled onto me, rocked back onto his knees, the sheet sliding off of us. My knees pulled up against his hips.

I looked at him as he gazed between my thighs. He ran his hands down my thighs, pulling me open as he slide into me and down onto my body. I raised my mouth to meet his as he entered me totally. Still riding the tide from the last orgasm and feeling the pull inside me as another one began to rise.

My body no longer under my control. Our bodies in sync, his mouth hot on mine. A ray of sun had found its way between the curtain, shining on his gray and black hair. Cutting a path of golden color across our ribs.

“Hmmmmmmmmm, yes, yes.” I uttered against his shoulder. Feeling him thrusting deeper into me. The curtains fluttered open with the increasing breeze.

“Cum again, with me.” He responded to my moans.

My hips rose to meet him as my head thrashed against the pillow. The wave washed over me as I felt him empty into me. For a moment I was aware of nothing but my insides pulling him into me, and the tingling of the orgasm.

He laid breathless, his forehead against my neck, I kissed the top of his head. I could feel my heart beating, my breathe shallow as we remained joined together. I listened to the waves breaking on the shore, the seagulls calling to one another; and thought – I could definitely get used to this.

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What can you say about a connection with someone that makes you react physically. The churning in your stomach. It had been such a long time since i felt it. Alive and powerful and attractive. Everything about her is different. Even after all this time i still feel attracted to her in a way I’ve never felt.

Sadly our foreplay is often limited to texting or brief conversations. I suppose that’s what you get when you have an affair. Since we’re both married the communications are difficult at best. Being that we’re both happily married the fear of getting caught is ever present. Perhaps this enhances the sex. Adds to a sense of urgency. One thing it surely does is makes us appreciate the time together.

Veronica is a sexual being. The kind of woman that men only dream of taming. Yet seldom anyone, including myself ever can. To share a small part of her life is a gift. The effort placed into such a woman is repaid 10 fold. To be loved by her is to experience something few are ever privileged to experience.

If others knew of the true Veronica most wouldn’t believe it. They would not think she was capable of such deeds. Yet those deeds excite me beyond words. Her various indiscretions simply serve to make her more attractive. Many would label her a slut. But i know the truth. She is not a slut by any means. But one who has simply come to terms with the woman she is. Instead of denying herself she’s embraced it as if she’s reached her sexual nirvana.

Everything about her excites me. Regardless of her past or things she’s done. Sometimes I jerk myself off thinking about her experiences. What shes’s done and how she must have looked like whilst doing so. Because, for the time being at least, she has chosen me. Not in reality as her husband would certainly take issue with such behavior. But in the now. And shes mine. That feeling simply cannot be replaced.

When I’m not with her I envision stories she’s relayed to me. Slowly pleasuring myself thinking about her past or even future deeds. Thinking about how she must feel when in complete and total control of someone. That’s her wheelhouse. Where she ataşehir escort is powerful. The thought of her going back to someones hotel. Knowing she’s going to fuck him. Sucking on him and letting him urgently lick her pussy in a public place. Meeting an old friend in a parking lot and sucking his cock until he explodes in her mouth. The mixed feelings of attraction and jealousy fuel the internal struggle that both kills me and drives me.

Our rendezvous are usually planned several days ahead of time. The excitement and anticipation is intoxicating. As the date and time approach we both start feeling pangs of guilt and fear. Afraid to be caught. Wondering it it’s worth it. Then there is that first glimpse. When we reconnect you can feel the electricity in the room. Sometimes there is small talk. Other times we just attack each other. Unable to contain ourselves.

We start by kissing. Her soft lips kiss me like no one ever has. I move my mouth to her neck and every time it’s like I’ve completely forgotten her and get to experience her again for the first time. We tear at one anothers clothes, desperate to be naked. To feel our naked bodies touching. I feel a warmth coming from her skin as i embrace her. My cock is hard by now. Already searching for it’s home. But i have so much more to taste first. Her nipples. My god her nipples. So full and alert and responsive to my touch. I could spend hours just licking and sucking on them.

Not wanting to be left out she reciprocates the passion. Touching me all over. Stroking my hard cock. She’s usually the first to drop to her knees to engulf me in her mouth. As much as i want to taste her hot wet pussy I give in. Receiving oral is not usually a big thing for me. And I’ve learned that it’s not something that she gets a great deal of pleasure from doing either. But her eyes betray another truth. She knows that I like to see her with my cock in her mouth. The visual of it moving back and forth over me is amazing. She rarely breaks eye contact with me while she sucks me slowly.

The sight is too much. I push her back. I have to taste her. By this point kadıköy escort she is soaking wet. I can feel the heat coming from her as i get close. Her smell is intoxicating. I try to hold off. Try to tease her. Running my tongue around the outside of her lips. Then, that first taste as I run my tongue up her slit. I cup my tongue to gather as much of her as I can. Drawing her moisture into my mouth. For several minutes I suck, lick and taste her sex. Not wanting to stop I add a finger. Slowly working her opening deeper and deeper until I find her spot. I massage her from the inside while still drawing her clit in and out of my mouth gently.

I take a moment to look up. I see her staring down. Her breath held with all her energy focused on my efforts. She manages to let a few words escape.

“I want you inside of me.”

I pull myself up, my hard cock brushes the lips of her wet pussy. She moves her hips trying to accept me. First I need to kiss her. Not because I want to but because I want her to taste herself on me. Knowing she’s dripping from my chin I kiss her firmly. I make her taste herself. Her tongue escapes her mouth and washes over my face. She moans pulling her wetness into her mouth. The thought of it alone makes me grow even harder. Knowing such a sweet, loving and upstanding woman is right now licking her pussy juice from my face. And she’s liking it!

With my left hand behind her head I grab a handful of hair arching her neck. At the same time I slowly work the head of my well lubricated cock between her lips. She gasps for breath her eyes still locked on mine. I push further. My right hand comes up and grasps her left breast. Rubbing her nipple softly I push further. I lower myself and engulf her nipple. Sucking it into my mouth, rolling my tongue over and around it. I push further. Finally I raise up to look into her eyes. And I slam my cock to the hilt.

“Oh my God, yes, please fuck me,” she cries.

I pump slowly in and out. At the bottom I grind myself into her clit. She’s so wet it’s amazing I can feel anything at all. I know every inch of her inside. I feel bostancı escort bayan every inch as I move in and out. I lose my own breath at the feeling. Surrounded by her. She wraps her legs around pulling every bit of me into every bit of her.

She reaches to her side and grabs her vibrator. Pulling out slightly I allow room for her to fit it on her clit while still moving in and out. We would normally try several positions but I know she needs to cum. I can feel the urgency as her cunt clamps down on me.

My left hand moves to her neck. Lightly squeezing her throat she fights for air. Still rubbing her nipples I increase the pressure. Pinch and rubbing harder I feel her getting closer.

“Oh baby, you’re so fucking hot. I love watching you fuck.” I say obviously in a dirty mood. “I’m going to fuck this slutty cunt of yours until I cum deep inside you. Do you understand that?

My words make her grind harder against me and the vibrator. My choking not allowing for much reply. Finally her eyes light and a smile crossed her face. I release pressure and words start escaping her.

“I’m gonna cum. Oh my God I’m gonna cum. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking my cunt baby. I want it, I want your cum inside me. Cum in my cunt. YOUR cunt baby.”

The combination of her words, those dirty slutty words that never leave her mouth and the look on her face as she nears orgasm sets me off. She starts laughing and crying as she cums. I slam into her one last time as I shoot my cum deep inside her. This is where I have to cum. Every time I need to be as deep in her as possible. As close to her as I can.

Her orgasm lasts for several minutes. It always does when it’s real good. This might be my favorite part. Just watching her. Lightly stroking her face and hair. Still inside of her preventing our juices from running out. Our bodies stuck together from sweat. Sometimes a tear runs down her cheek. Sometimes one runs down mine. Though she will never know that part. Some things should and must remain a mystery.

We hold each other as long as we can. Fighting the need to break away. Two lovers lay where time has stopped. We profess our love to each other. Each trying to make the other understand but each knowing the words can’t capture the feeling. Knowing that energy the fills the room and follows us everywhere. Knowing it cannot be explained as we still try.

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A text alert interrupts his music briefly, asking; if he would want to do something with Bree. He replies with; doing what? Another came; a threesome. He thought about it some, they did want to spice up their relationship, they might have sex all the time, but it isn’t always special. He did like Bree, maybe not as much as she did, or acted, but he did think she was about as hot as Monique. He replies with; sure, she’s pretty hot.

“I told you he’d go for it. Yay God-girlfriend,” she whisper-yelled.

“Fine… I’m game. Never been with a girl, ever, but I’m game,” she agreed.

Kevin follows the texted instructions to the alcove area, where they’re hiding.

“What’s he doing here,” she queried.

“You were gonna suck my dick, right,” he asked.

“Stop being coy, Bree. We already know you have a crush and wanted to prove your worth by giving him head,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Don’t lie to yourself,” he whispers, leaning in for a kiss.

Her knees quiver a bit when their lips part, she slips down, carefully sliding his piece out, looking up; “I do want you, I want to feel what she feels. I haven’t ever been with a girl either, before. I’ll do it, if that’s what it takes.”

The moment she placed him in her mouth, she felt it grow, not moving a muscle to take it all in, on all levels. Once fully erect and twitching in her mouth, then did she suck. Her tongue caressed the shaft as her lips drug themselves to the base of the helmet. A gentle, satisfying moan came ataşehir escort from both. Her fingertips just hooking his pockets, pulling her mouth deep onto him. Tongue cupped, pulling slowly back out, the head just shy of falling from her lips, she goes back down.

“Atta girl,” Monique purrs.

You could time her strokes with a metronome, each pull bringing him closer and closer, his breath deep and shallow, clenching the bookshelf, bracing himself, “she tightens her lips like you do.”

“I’m getting wet, watching my man so pleased,” she purrs.

His hips start an opposing rhythm, looking down seeing her pleasured eyes staring back, glancing at Monique biting her lower lip. Her slow firm strokes are getting the best of him. With an abrupt growl, he unloads right in her mouth, his piece in an uncontrolled spasm. It creeps toward her throat, as she makes sure all is gone. She finally releases him, licking her lips and teeth with her cum covered tongue, before swallowing.

“Bree…,” is all he mustered.

“Bree; I think-“

“No, lover, ” her voice low. “It’s your turn, I should learn this quick.”

Bree pulled her pants down, pressing her nose between her legs, breathing deep, exhaling through her mouth, the warm air sending tingles up Monique’s spine. Her legs slowly open as she braces herself on the adjacent bookshelf. Bree’s tongue runs across her lips, tasting her juice. Runs back, sucking her lips in to hers, giving Monique the same metronome rhythm. Kevin kadıköy escort stares at the pleased look on her face. Her mouth falls open. Her tongue writhing about aa deep in her as she can get it. Slowly she engages the clit, pressing her tongue firmly, rubbing, Monique struggling to stand, trying to muffle her stutter. Heavy tongue petting, taking it’s toll.

“You sure know how to pick them, Mo-mo,” he grinned.

Monique looks down, the sight of having her first girl is turning her on even more. Out of nowhere she felt suction with licking on her clit, her knees weaker. It’s like she couldn’t breath, the pressure intense, that tongue work. He knew she was going to scream, burying her face in his chest, feeling the sharp screams, her legs closed around Bree’s head, ready to drop.

“So… worthy,” they slurred.

“What are we gonna do with her,” Monique took a large bite out of her pizza slice.

“Have wicked sex,” he questioned.

“She’s probably gonna want it all the time,” she exclaimed.

“Yeah, but I’m not fucking her without you. We’re trying to evolve our sex life, not mine,” he grabbed another slice.

“She insisted on making out, when we got home, earlier,” knocking the rest of her soda back, like a shot. “Not a bad kisser, either.”

“Girl kisses,” he said with a mouthful.

“Oh stop it.”

“So I got a plan,” he stated.

“About Bree,” she wondered.

*Nope. For tonight. Later on, it’s a surprise,” he said.

They stop bostancı escort bayan by his dorm house before going to the movie theater, he handed her a bag, when she opened it; there was a pair pant panties in it. A hole in the back and something slightly intrusive in the front.

“Are these what I think they are,” she inspected them quizzically.

“Yep. Vibrating panties, not really part of your surprise, but I figured I’d give’em to you early and they’ll make tonight a bit more fun,” he explained, waving the remote.

“Against better judgment; I’ll give it a try,” she replied.

She hiked her skirt up some and slipped them on. The small wedge like protrusion found it’s way, right at the slip-between of her pussylips.

“Were you not wearing underwear?”

“Nope, kinda breezy tonight, might ‘accidentally’ flash somebody “

“Kinky.”

He turns it on to vibrate, she jumps a little and had to catch herself, glaring at him as he turned it off. He just smiled it her.

“I am the Key Master,” he laughed.

“I’m the Gatekeeper and I’ll change the locks.”

On the way to the movies, he set the vibrator to some uneven burst mode with a five second to two second vibrate at three second intervals. She was joyfully uneasy, having small orgasms every few blocks. Her body reacting to every buzz, throwing her shoulders, arching her back. Once arriving at the theater; he set it to a regular pulse.

“Oh my god,” she stammers.” I can barely walk.”

Kevin just smiles as he watches her legs twitch and body jerk as she tries to play cool.

“Th-this is embar… bare… baressing,” she stutters.

“It’s not that bad.”

“I c-c-can’t-t stop-p-p stut. Stut. Stuttering-ing “

“It’s cute because I know why.”

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It was Friday night, the first day of a long weekend for me. I was sitting at home alone because my girlfriend and neighbors had gone away until Sunday. They were house sitting for my neighbor’s dad. As the final minutes of the basketball game slowly tick away, I heard someone knocking on the neighbor’s door. When I opened the door there was Alexa with her thick black hair that lay straight upon her shoulders. She had on very tight Jean shorts that clasped to her slender figure. Along with a blue tank top that didn’t leave much to the imagination on how perfect her c cup breasts were. When I opened the door she turned around, and surprisingly she was crying.

I placed my hand on her smooth bare shoulder and asked her if she was okay. She replied with another question asking where everyone was. I told her and she proceeded to tell me how her boyfriend who had moved away for a new job had called her, and told her not to bother coming with him. This was devastating news for her because they had been together and planning this for sometime. As we sat on the porch, and I listened to her story I could tell she was slightly drunk. After she had reached a stopping point in her story I asked her if shed like to come in and smoke a bowl with me. She readily complied and followed me into the house. I motioned for her to take a seat on the couch while I went and retrieved all the utensils we would need before we could smoke.

As I searched around for a liter she called to me, “mind if I have one of these?”

I immediately knew she was talking about the case of test tube shots on the table, and told he should could have as many as she wanted. When I came back into the room she had her head tilted back, and her cleavage was almost staring at me begging me to release it. At this point I had always felt Alexa was a beautiful woman, but never had I contemplated trying to have sex with her. Realizing that she was mildly drunk, distraught with sadness and here alone with me I had new perspective. As she finished that second shot I sat down next to her on the couch. She reached for two more shots and handed me one. She handed me a shot and in a slightly slurred voice said to happiness, and we both drank up. She began to talk again at this point about what had happened while I rolled a joint. When I was finished I decided to let her light it; I was doing everything I could to make her feel welcome and happy. As we smoked our conversation finally came to the overpass I had been looking for. She began to question herself, and many of the things her old boyfriend had found wrong with her. I knew if I was going to have a chance that this was going to be it. As she continued putting herself down I looked at her intently.

When she made the slightest break in speech I said “Alexa wait. You are sitting here trying to convince me and yourself that you are not an absolutely gorgeous woman who has more desirable attributes than most girls have undesirable attributes.”

As this was taking place I put my hand on her thigh to help keep her attention. As I talked to her, and lavished her with compliments which she was deserving of I didn’t move my hand. She as well did not make any gesture to get me to move it. Suddenly in a jerky canlı bahis movement Alexa’s arm darted forward to grab a shot. She ripped the top of immediately drained it dry. She turned her head towards me, and asked very seriously, “do you mean what you are saying to me?”

As I was contemplating this question I felt her hand slowly creeping on top of mine. I looked into her eyes there as she did her best to look coy. I had meant all those thing I said to her, and let her know it by repeating them again. It looked like I was singing the only song she wanted to hear, as life filled her sad eyes. She then slowly started sliding my hand across her leg closer to her inner thighs. We looked at each other and both went immediately for one another’s mouth. As our lips connected a searing heat ran through my body. As we kissed relentlessly I had moved my hand to her stomach and the entrance to her tight jean shorts. She knew what I wanted to do and in a few quick movements had those shorts lying on the floor on the other side of the room. Her panties matched the blue tank top she was wearing and hugged her body even better than the shorts did. As the tips of my fingers went under her waist band I stalled. I pulled my fingertips back and slid my hand down the front of her panties. They were soaked from all the excitement, and it felt so good sliding my hands across her hot pussy lips through the silky cloth. Her aroma began to fill the room as I stoked her ever wetter pussy. At this point she was groping for my dick, and when she found it she squeezed it so tight it almost hurt. I kissed her gently again and said, “calm down I promise we will get to that.”

After that I slowly slid of the couch on to the floor. First I grabbed on to her leg and began to rub the full length of it, massaging it. She sat there on the couch in her matching panties and tank top with her head tilted back; looking forward occasionally to see was I was doing. I kissed up and down her wonderfully smooth sexy legs moving closer to my prize. The smell was becoming overwhelming I was the one who needed to calm down, but I couldn’t. As I reached her inner thighs with my mouth her legs were shaking. I knew she had waited long enough so I pressed my lips against her panties so I could feel her wetness again. They were so wet I could already taste her just by licking her panties. We both grew tired of this quickly, and as the same movement as before now her panties lay next to her shorts. When she sat back down she put both of her feet up on the couch and spread her legs as wide as she could. I sat there looking at her pussy, while her foreskin begged me to come and taste it.

She had a mild bush but was completely shaved around her lips. I continued as before kissing and licking all around her pussy until she finally grabbed my head and directed me right to her cunt. I couldn’t ignore a direct order so I began to lick where I knew she wanted it most. I toyed with her sweet foreskin sliding my tongue up and down the sides of her pussy lips. She was leaking at this point she was so wet. She tasted too sweet I had to push my tongue into her pussy. I pushed it as deep as I could letting her juices flow into my mouth on all over my face. I wasn’t sure how kinky Alexa bahis siteleri was at this point, but she was drunk and I hoped she would be up for anything. So I decided to take a chance and slowly began to lick just below her pussy. I stroked her taint with my tongue warming her up so I could lick her other hole when she says, “stop teasing me and put your tongue in my ass.”

That was more than enough to persuade me as I slid both my hands under her cheeks. I took a huge handful of her butt in each hand and propped her up as best I could. She raised her legs high in the air continuing to hold them apart giving me a perfect angle to her sweet asshole. I nibbled and bit at her butt lightly before I began to lick her. I ran my tongue along her ass feeling the ribs around the hole. She seemed even more impassioned from this dirty act. When I put my tongue in her has she began to fuck my face with her whole body almost forcing my nose in her pussy. I worked her ass as hard as I could squeezing her tightly until she came.

She lay limp on the couch as got up and sat down next to her. I pulled her head to my chest and held her close to me. She was still panting when I felt her hand start to run across my leg. I was wearing basketball shorts and a football jersey at the time letting me feel all of her probing. I brought her head up to mine and we kissed again. When I started sucking on her lip she began franticly trying to untie my shorts. When that became to frustrating she just reached her hand through the bottom of shorts and clasped my dick like she had before. I was raging at that point from all our activity, and was beginning to need relief. I think she could tell how I was feeling so she stood up grabbed the bottom of my shorts and jerked them off. She then kneeled between my knees and grabbed my dick with both hand this time. She began slowly pumping her hands up and down together looking right at me with her coy blue eyes. She then leaned her head over my dick like she was going to take it in, when she just barley kissed it, leaving some lubricant behind. She used her spit to make my dick sopping wt as she jacked me off. As I watched this poetry in motion her beautiful cleavage caught my eye again, pressed so tightly against the nylon cloth I had to feel them. As I reached for her she backed up and asked me seductively, “Do you want these now,” as she pulled her shirt over her head?

I reached again, and she backed up again saying, “I will let you feel them be patient.”

So I lay back closing my eyes as I feel her grab my cock again, but differently this time. She put her hand around it and pulled it to her. When I felt my dick hit her already wet chest I wanted to cum. She pressed my dick and my balls up against her and wrapped her amazing breasts around my dick. Like before but this time it wasn’t my tongue she was fucking my dick with her entire body. As she did this she kept letting the head of my dick pop in and out of her mouth keeping us both lubricated. Finally I had to grab her by the shoulders to slow her down because I couldn’t take it any more I had to fuck her now. When I stopped her she didn’t hesitate, she knew I wanted to fuck her, and she wanted it just as bad. She climbed up my body like an animal bahis şirketleri grabbed my still wet dick and sat down hard on it. I slid in easily because she was still sopping wet. I grabbed on to her ass and buried my face into her neck as she rode me. I looked up at her to see her head tilted back, and her black hair just streaming behind her. She looked down at me grabbed my face and kissed me hard. I though I could do one better so I stood up holding her ass the same way she was holding my face. She wrapped her legs around me and I began to swing her on and off of my dick. We fucked as hard as we could for about thirty seconds until neither felt we could take the position much longer. I slowly let her down as she shuttered from the hard cum.

I could tell she felt weak so I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom. I laid her down on the bed as her legs continued to shutter, I lay down next to her and she rolled on top of me. We rested here for several minute enjoying each others embrace, along with gentle kisses. I was still as hard as before though and soon was hungry for more. As my kisses became more impassioned she sensed my needs again. She seemed revitalized from our rest and once again crawled on top of me. This time I watched her lube up as she got ready to take me again. When she sat down on my dick it didn’t feel like before. My head hadn’t even gone in yet and I was getting great resistance. I looked at her and I could see the intent on her face as she tried to force my dick into her ass. She kept rubbing my hard wet dick on her asshole trying to push it in. She was succeeding as well, little by little forcing the head into her ass. She looked at me again and in a very serious tone, “when I get the head in I’m going to push down don’t move.”

Even as she was saying this I felt my head inching into her ass until finally it was in. Just like she said when it went in she pushed down hard and I felt her asshole swallowing my cock in whole. She continued to push until my dick was buried in her ass to the hilt. She rested there for a second before she started to fuck me. Her asshole felt so good pounding up and down on my dick. I could push into her as deep as I wanted, and she only wanted more. I grabbed her breasts as I started to fuck her in rhythm. She reached down and began masturbating in response to me. We both pushed against each other hard just slamming our bodies together until I was ready unloaded into her sweet hole. She sensed this and slid off my dick. With one quick movement her beautiful buxom butt was slammed into my face, and I was pushing my tongue as deep in her as I could barley able to breath.

She stroked my dick fast as she pushed her ass back against my face hard. I shoved my tongue in her ass one last time as she stroked me to orgasm. As soon as my cum began to shoot she covered my dick with her mouth and began to drain my prick of all the cum I had. I continued fucking her mouth for at least another 2 minutes until my dick finally became limp. She fell forward onto me and we lay together until we slept. We didn’t even make it through the night without taking a shower and going at it again, only to sleep in the next day. We spent the rest of the weekend trying everything and anything with each other until everyone came home. To this day we take time to find a day where we can be together and have sex. She has a boyfriend as well at this point, but he could never fuck her like I do.

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It had been his fantasy for the longest time, to find me masturbating. He had told me this one night after consuming way too many beers.

He had told me that he often liked to just lay back and fantasize that he was out hiking in the mountains and that he sees my clothes folded neatly in a pile on a rock near a creek. Curious and aroused, he softly walks closer to where he thinks I might be. He catches his breath when he sees me playing in the water without a stitch on. He tells me that he sits down and patiently waits to see what I’ll do next.

In his fantasy, I slowly step out of the water and lay down on a big rock near the edge. I begin exploring my body, beginning with my hard erect nipples. Pinching them so hard, I make a little sound. Slowly then, I run my hands over my abdomen and down to my pussy. My legs spread when I arrive. I begin to rub my clitoris until it is hard and throbbing.

He tells me at this point, he must get a closer look. He slowly walks up to the rock I am laying on and kneels down in front of me between illegal bahis my legs. My eyes are closed and I continue my exploration. My fingers find their way from my clit into my pussy. In and out, in and out, two fingers and I am in seventh heaven. My hips begin rocking and I begin softly moaning.

He tells me that at this point in the fantasy he can’t take it anymore and he leans forward, pushing my hands away from my pussy. He slips his long tongue in deeply and thrusts it back and forth, occasionally tickling my clitoris. I open my eyes and see him. I grab his head and pull him closer to my pussy. “Oh yes, baby, you know how I like to be licked.”

He tells me that in this fantasy he pulls me off of the rock and continues to lick my pussy while I am standing in front of him. He spreads my butt cheeks and slips his finger into my quivering anus. He says he knows I want it there but that I’m shy and just won’t say so. That is where the fantasy ended.

I was really turned on by this fantasy and wanted to do all I could to make it illegal bahis siteleri come true for him and to find out how it ended. It was true, I was shy about anal sex and just couldn’t bring myself to ask for it.

I sent him a note at work and asked him if he remembered his fantasy. I told him it was a clue to where he would find me. In the meantime, I went up to our favorite hiking spot and got ready.

I had been playing, nude, in the creek for what seemed like ages. “Where could he be?” I wondered? All of a sudden I heard a rustling in the bushes. Thank goodness, he’s finally here. I began my little show. I splashed in the water, jumping so that my breasts would bounce. I knew he must be hard by now. There wasn’t a rock nearby but there was a beach of pebbles and sand. I spread my beach towel out carefully and laid down. I poured suntan oil into my hand and began slowly rubbing the oil over my breasts and down to my thighs. I spread my legs and began massaging my pussy with one hand and pinching my nipple with the other.

“Good canlı bahis siteleri God,” I heard his familiar voice gasping. I could hear his footsteps on the beach and in an instant he was on me. ‘Wait,” I said, “you are suppose to wait until I’m finger fucking myself before you join in.” “No way, baby,” I can’t hold back. “Now, stand up.”

I stood up and just like in the fantasy, he began licking my pussy while he was slipping his finger into his ass. And just like in the fantasy, he told me he knew I wanted it. I pulled away from him and began running. “If you want it there, baby….you’re going to have to catch me,” I teased, and ran off.

He was so much bigger than I that I knew he would have me down in a second, which he did. He rolled me over onto my stomach and slapped my ass while he poured oil onto his hard cock. “I’ll go easy, baby,” he said. “Please don’t,” I replied and pulled him close to me. “You know I always like it hard and rough, don’t disappoint me know.”

He pulled me up onto my knees and then spread my buttchecks. The oil helped his cock slip in nicely and made a pleasant sound as he pulled back and forth. He began slapping my ass and rocking his hips wildly. “Yeehaw,” he hollered just before he came.

I wonder what his next fantasy will be?

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