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The day after Wendy had lost her anal virginity to Dave, her co- worker at Judy’s SuperBurgers, while they were working the nightshift, she showed up for work in high spirits, wearing a miniskirt that covered less than a third of her thighs and no panties. Her tank top hugged her bra-less breasts tightly and her long, reddish-blond hair flowed freely over her shoulders as she walked briskly from the parking lot to the entrance, just in time for the start of her shift at 10 p.m.

Dave would work with her again and the thought brought a smile to her lips. Dave, the first guy who had stuck his dick up her ass and had done it so expertly, had made her feel so good, that she was hooked now. Hooked on anal sex. Surely he would do it again as soon as the stream of customers ebbed off and they’d have a quite moment. That moment would be several hours away, however, and Wendy wondered briefly if she could stand the tension for so long without sneaking to the restroom and jacking off.

Wendy knew she wouldn’t be alone with Dave that night. Weekend nights at Judy’s were always busy and the manager usually scheduled three or four employees to work the nightshift. Today would be not different, although Wendy still didn’t know who she’d work with.

She found out a few moments later as she walked past the counter and into the kitchen area. There stood Dave; Paul, a college drop-out and part-time cashier at the supermarket; and Terri, whom she knew from college and even shared a couple of classes with. While she had had sex with Paul before, she didn’t know much about Terri and had never exchanged more than pleasantries with her. However, the way she was dressed — tight denim shorts and a thin t-shirt that clearly revealed the lack of a bra — didn’t exactly make her look like a nun. Wendy didn’t know if Terri was bi, but resolved to find out before the nightshift was over.

She walked over to the trio and greeted them cheerfully, then wrapped her arms around Dave and kissed him on the mouth. Dave kissed her back enthusiastically and they spent the next few moments with their lips pressed together and their tongues dancing around each other.

As soon as Dave released her, she practically jumped into Paul’s arms and pressed her lips to his mouth. Paul returned her kiss eagerly and squeezed her ass cheeks through her skirt. Wendy thought he must have noticed the lack of panties underneath, but he didn’t say anything about it.

“No kiss for me?” Terri asked and pouted theatrically when Wendy wiggled out of Paul’s embrace but didn’t step over to her immediately.

Wendy looked her up and down and smiled. “If you want one, you’ll get one,” she said finally.

“I want one!”

Wendy smiled brightly as she took Terri in her arms and pressed her half-open mouth on Terri’s lips. Both girls tried to push their tongues into the other girl’s mouth and they met halfway, probing softly and dancing around each other.

“Come on, girls,” a sourly voice coming from the direction of the counter interrupted them suddenly. “It’s 10 p.m. Time for the nightshift to take over.”

Wendy reluctantly released Terri and turned to face the manager. “Spoilsport!” she said with feigned indignation.

The manager, a 40ish guy with an athletic body Wendy hoped to screw one day, glanced hard at her. “You can kiss all you want when your shift is over. Now you have customers to attend.”

“Don’t worry, Bob,” Dave said quickly. “Every customer will get perfect service.”

“I hope so,” the manager said as he waved the late shift out of the kitchen. “That’s what we pay you for.”

Once the other employees, and especially the manager, were driving out of the parking lot one by one, Wendy, Terri, Dave, and Paul had nothing on their minds but getting their hands on each other and having fun, fun, fun. Unfortunately for them, however, the restaurant was still packed nearly to capacity and more customers were waiting in line at the counter. It would be more than two hours before the girls, both of them working the cash registers, would have a chance to chat without being overheard by customers waiting to place their orders.

“Dave told me he took your ass-ginity last night. Is that true?” Terri asked as soon as the last customer, at least for the time being, picked up his tray and walked off to find an empty table.

Wendy laughed out loud. “Ass-ginity? That’s cool!”

“Did he?” Terri asked again, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Yes, he did. And it was absolutely fantastic,” she said dreamily and smiled from ear to ear. “You take it up the ass?”

“I want to try it,” Terri said. “What’s it like?”

“Wonderful, absolutely wonderful. You’ve got to try it for yourself!”

“Did it hurt?”

“Just a little in the beginning,” Wendy replied truthfully. “But after a few minutes, it felt so damn good. I felt so full, you know, so absolutely stuffed with dick, it was incredible.”

“So it’s worth a little bit of pain?”

“Definitely!” Wendy said emphatically.

“And you did it in the kitchen?” Terri tuzla escort wanted to know, as if she couldn’t quite believe it.

“Yeah. I leaned over the table with my skirt around my waist and he took me from behind. Just like that! He didn’t even–” Wendy stopped in mid-sentence when the door opened and another group of customers walked in for a midnight meal.

Customers kept trickling in in pairs and small groups and it was almost 1:30 in the morning before the girls had a chance to talk in private again. “Who do you think I should do it with? Dave or Paul?” Terri asked when they were finally alone at the counter.

“Good question,” Wendy said and thought for a moment. “Dave definitely has a lot of experience. His dick is a bit larger than Dave’s, but not much. I’d go for Dave the first time and do it with Paul later.”

“Sounds like solid advice,” Terri said thoughtfully. “What time do you think we can get started?”

“Who knows. This place is a madhouse Friday and Saturday nights,” Wendy replied, amused by Terri’s eagerness to get rid of her anal virginity. “Yesterday it was past three before we had the place to ourselves, and that was Thursday night.”

“Shit,” Terri sighed. “I’m so horny I could do it right now.”

“Those shorts will get in the way,” Wendy pointed out mischievously. “You should have put on a skirt.”

“Oh shit, yes!” Terri groaned. “But I didn’t expect to get fucked tonight. Dave told me about this only when I got here.”

“Well, it’s too late to change now,” Wendy smirked.

“Maybe not,” Terri said as an idea hit her and a bright smile spread out on her face. She walked around the counter without further explanation and threaded her way through the crowded restaurant. Wendy watched her curiously as she approached a table where two couples were sitting and digging into their burgers and fries with a healthy appetite.

Terri talked with the group for several minutes and they all kept smiling and laughing cheerfully. One of the guys even fondled her ass a couple of times. Then one of the girls got up and she and Terri took off in the direction of the restrooms, their arms around each other’s waists.

Standing at the counter, Wendy watched the two girls disappear behind the door to the restrooms and wondered what they were up to. While she attended more customers, she kept an eye on the door and waited impatiently for Terri and her friend to reappear.

Almost 15 minutes later, the door finally opened and the two girls came back into the restaurant. Wendy gasped when she realized that Terri was now wearing the other girl’s miniskirt while her friend had Terri’s shorts on.

“Now I’m ready,” she whispered in Wendy’s ear as she passed her on the way to her cash register.

“What the heck took you so long?” Wendy asked when they had the counter area all to themselves a few minutes later.

“Well,” Terri smirked, “Gina would only let me have her skirt if I ate her boyfriend’s cum out of her pussy. And there was so much of it! Took some time to suck it all out.”

“Did she eat you too?”

“Of course, but not as long. I didn’t have any cum in me, you know, so she just sucked on my clit until I came.”

“Did you put your panties back on?”

“Yeah, sure,” Terri replied, not quite sure what Wendy was driving at.

“Why?” Wendy asked, feigning surprise. “They just get in the way. Take them off!”

Terri just stared at her. “You’re kidding! I can’t take my panties off in here!”

“Nobody’s looking our way,” Wendy said after a quick glance around the restaurant. “Take them off!”

Terri was dumbfounded. “I mean, I . . . I can’t walk around here without panties!” she protested.

“Chicken!” Wendy scoffed.

“I’m no chicken!”

“Yes, you are!”

“No, I’m not!”

“Then take them off!”

“You take yours off first!” Terri demanded.

“I’m not wearing any,” Wendy said sweetly, knowing she had backed the other girl into a corner.

“I don’t believe that for a second! Not with a miniskirt like that!”

Wendy grinned from ear to ear and glanced around the restaurant again. Not seeing anyone looking in their direction, she quickly lifted her miniskirt and exposed her naked pussy for a few seconds. “See? No panties. Now take yours off!”

Still reluctant, but not wanting to be called a chicken again, Terri glanced around nervously, then reached under her miniskirt and quickly pulled her panties down her long legs. As she stepped out of them, Wendy reached out and cupped Terri’s pussy with her hand, giving the moist lips a gentle squeeze before she ran her middle finger through the slit between them and upward through the crack of her ass. Terri was shocked and surprised by Wendy’s aggressiveness and took a few moments before she jumped forward, out of reach of Wendy’s hand, and straightened her skirt.

“Don’t like to be touched there?” Wendy teased her when she turned around again.

“I love it,” Terri replied. “But do we have to do it out here in public?”

Wendy shrugged her shoulders. “Why not?”

“Because tuzla escort bayan we might lose our jobs if we get caught, that’s why.”

“Jobs like these are a dime a dozen,” Wendy said and shrugged again. “And we won’t get caught if we’re careful.”

“You say so,” Terri said without much conviction. Wendy’s hand on her pussy had aroused her, though; had aroused her very much, in fact, and she couldn’t wait to get her hands on Wendy and the guys in the kitchen.

As it turned out, though, they had to wait. They slipped their hands under each other’s skirts occasionally, rubbing and exploring the naked pussies underneath and tasting the juices that clung to their fingers, but the steady trickle of customers didn’t allow them to do any more than that. When the last customer finally left a few minutes before 4:30 and Judy’s was empty for the first time that night, Wendy and Terri were so horny and their pussies throbbed so badly that they could barely contain themselves.

As soon as the last car pulled out of the parking lot and headed down the street, Dave and Paul rushed out of the kitchen and grabbed the girls from behind, rubbing their tits through their thin tops, and kissed their necks.

“Boy, did I wait for this moment!” Dave exclaimed as he slipped his right hand into Wendy’s skirt and ran his fingers up and down her pussy lips.

“Terri wants to lose her anal virginity, too,” Wendy said and grinned at Dave over her shoulder. “Interested in the job?”

“Of course I’m interested!” Dave exclaimed enthusiastically.

“Ummm, wait a moment,” Terri said. “If it’s okay with you guys, I’d like to see Wendy getting fucked in the ass first.”

“Fine with me!” Wendy cried immediately. “Paul, you game?”

“I’m game for anything,” Paul smirked, “especially if it involves my dick and your ass.” He released Terri from his embrace and nudged Dave aside, who was still standing behind Wendy.

“You want to do it right here at the counter?” she asked, a bit surprised but not entirely adverse to the idea.

“Why not? Easier to keep an eye on that door,” he said and pointed to the entrance.

“And if somebody opens that door?” Terri asked nervously.

“Then we’ll just disappear into the kitchen and we’ll be out of sight,” Dave said reassuringly as he stepped over to Terri and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“I don’t know,” Terri said, still not entirely convinced.

Listening to Terri’s objections, Wendy was rapidly running out of patience. Her pussy was throbbing like crazy and she was more than anxious to get started. “Come on, Paul, get your dick into me!” she said as she bent over the counter and bunched her miniskirt around her waist, exposing her naked ass and wet, hairless pussy.

Paul’s dick was ready. As soon as he unzipped the fly of his jeans and pulled it out, it stood up proudly, a drop of pre-cum already clinging to his piss hole. He positioned himself behind Wendy’s outstretched ass and ran his rock-hard dick through the slit between her red and swollen pussy lips to lubricate it.

“Be careful,” Dave said with the air of an expert. “It’s only the second time she gets it up the ass.”

“It’s the fourth time, smartass,” Wendy corrected him, slightly irritated at his tone of voice. “You’re not the only guy who fucks me! Now stick it in, Paul!”

Paul was most happy to comply. Without saying a word, he kept rubbing his dick against her pussy lips until it glistened with her juices, then placed the tip of his dick at her asshole and pushed forward.

“Yeah!” Wendy screamed as the head of his dick slipped past her sphincter and into her rectum. “Deeper! Stick it all in! Fuck my asshole!”

“Jeez,” Paul muttered and pushed his dick deeper until his pubic hair grazed her ass cheeks. He waited a few moments until her sphincter relaxed a bit, then began to fuck her at a leisurely pace, pulling about three quarters of his dick out of her asshole before shoving it back in.

“Faster!” Wendy demanded. “I can take it! Fuck me harder!” At the same time, she began to push her ass back at Paul to meet each of his thrusts with one of her own.

Paul increased his pace gradually until his dick went in and out of her pussy almost as fast as if he were fucking her pussy.

“Yeah! That’s it!” Wendy screamed, finally satisfied with his pace. “Fuck my asshole! Fuck me hard!”

Terri stood a few feet away and watched with rapt attention as Paul pounded Wendy’s asshole. The way the other girl shrieked and moaned and ground her ass against Paul made it more than obvious that she was having a great time and really enjoyed the dick sawing in and out of her asshole. Her earlier doubts as to the wisdom of doing it right there at the counter rapidly gave way to excitement and an intense desire to get rid of her anal virginity as soon as possible. Having Wendy and Paul watching her while it happened would only make it all the more exciting.

While his eyes wandered back and forth between the fucking couple at the counter and the front door, Dave couldn’t escort tuzla help but notice how excited Terri was getting. Her breathing was getting heavier and her nipples were straining against her tight t-shirt so hard they looked like they might rip through the thin fabric any moment. Dave himself was highly aroused by the prospect of popping Terri’s ass cherry and wished silently Paul would hurry up and shoot his load so he and Terri could get started.

After what seemed like an eternity to Terri and Dave, Wendy’s moans turned into almost continuous screams and her ass jerked every which way erratically. “I’m coming! Fuck me harder! Faster!” she screamed and reached between her legs with one hand. She flicked her engorged clit mercilessly with her middle finger, adding to the stimulation Paul’s dick in her asshole was providing, until she passed the point of no return and an intense orgasm gripped her, making her scream like a banshee.

Moments later, the first spurt of Paul’s cum shot into her quivering asshole. He moaned and groaned unintelligibly as he rammed his dick balls-deep into her ass and held on to her, his entire body shaking with the force of his climax.

Wendy collapsed on the counter and shuddered with every wave of orgasmic bliss that washed over her. Panting and whimpering, her arms stretched out in front of her, she lay there until her orgasm subsided and she found the strength to push herself up and stand on her wobbly legs again. “Wow, Paul, that was good!” she panted when he pulled his spent dick out of her asshole and stepped back to clean himself up with a wad of paper napkins from the counter.

“Jesus,” Terri murmured as she watched Paul’s dick plop out of Wendy’s asshole, which remained wide open for a moment before it started to contract slowly. A gob of cum oozed out of it and slowly trickled into her soaking pussy, mixing with the juices running out of her snatch in copious amounts. Terri was tempted to kneel down and lick it right up, but then decided not to. The most pressing business at hand was getting her ass cherry popped and nothing would distract her until that mission was accomplished.

While Wendy and Paul where still cleaning up and recovering from their orgasms, Dave stepped up behind Terri and massaged her ass cheeks through her miniskirt. “Ready, babe?” he asked, trying hard to keep the urgency out of his voice.

Terri took a deep breath before she replied. “All ready. Do it!”

“You can still bail out,” Wendy said sweetly. “If you don’t want him, I’ll take him.”

“Bail out your ass!” Terri said cheerfully. “Do it, Dave! Pop my ass cherry!”

“Lean over, baby, and enjoy your last moments as an anal virgin,” Dave said hoarsely as he unzipped his jeans and released his dick from its confines. Terri pulled her skirt up, leaned over the counter, and stuck her naked ass out at him.

A few strokes with his hands got Dave’s dick fully erect and he wasted no time inserting it into Terri’s soaking pussy, which clamped down on it immediately and held it like a fist. Then he reached down and scooped up some of the pussy juice that coated her pussy lips and thighs and stuck his wet forefinger into her asshole.

“Yeah, that feels good!” Terri moaned. “Now stick your dick in!”

Dave ignored her for the time being, squeezed his middle finger into her asshole, too, and finger-fucked her leisurely.

“Stick your dick up my ass!” Terri demanded again.

“Take it easy, baby,” Dave said soothingly. “You’ll get my dick up your ass soon enough. Now relax a little. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Don’t patronize me, fuck me!” Terri screamed impatiently. “Fuck me in the ass! Now!”

“Listen to this chick!” Dave said incredulously as he twisted his fingers in her asshole and added a third one.

“What’s the rush, Terri?” Wendy chimed in. “You’ve lived happily as an anal virgin for more than 20 years, what’s a few minutes more? Take your time and relax.”

“I am relaxed!” Terri cried stubbornly. “I want to get fucked in the ass now!”

Dave shrugged his shoulders and sighed exaggeratedly. “Don’t blame me if it hurts,” he said as he pulled his fingers out of her asshole and his dick out of her pussy. “Here it comes!”

“Do it! Fuck me in the ass!” Terri screamed again. “Fuck me now!”

Dave guided his dick to her asshole and pushed forward, increasing his pressure slowly until her sphincter gave way and the tip of his dick slid past it and into her rectum.

“Yeah! Deeper!” Terri cried immediately.

Dave placed his hands on her ass cheeks and pulled them apart with his thumbs. Just as he was about to push forward again, Terri rammed her hips back violently and forced his entire shaft up her asshole in one hard plunge.

“Ah, that hurts,” she groaned when her ass came to rest against Dave’s hips.

Everybody at the counter held their breath while Terri inhaled deeply and moaned. Dave held her hips firmly to keep her from moving her ass and hurting herself even more. “Want me to pull out?” he finally asked.

“No! I’m okay. I’m okay!” she panted. “This feels so good! God, this is great! Fantastic!” Moments later she started to grind her ass against Dave’s hips and wiggled them about despite the hands trying to hold her in place.

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“Seriously what’s taking you so long. I want to go to the beach.” Chris shouted from the front door.

“Keep your pants on, I’ll be out in a minute!” Jillian shouted from the bathroom. Chris rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Pun intended!”

“No it wasn’t!” Chris called back mirthfully. He wasn’t wearing any pants and she knew it, the only thing he was wearing were his baby blue boots. He wasn’t sure if that counted as clothing or not but Southern California was suffering from a record setting heat wave and the concrete between the hotel and the sandy beach was hot enough to fry an egg. Walking across it barefoot wasn’t an option. The only other thing currently covering any of his body was a beach towel tossed over one shoulder. “What’s taking you so long anyway, it’s not like you have anything to put on.”

Chris had spent the last year getting into the very best shape of his life. He still wasn’t built the way he wanted to be, he had a smooth stomach with only a hint of a six pack when he was sweating, not the kind of rock hard abs he’d dreamt of but he was a far cry from the flabby man he’d been this time last year. He hadn’t cut his hair for the entire year so it was brushing against his shoulders like a rock star or pro wrestler. He had to make a conscious effort to keep from dramatically tossing his hair every time some one looked in his general direction. Jillian teased him every time he did it.

“I’m not sure about this.” Jillian called back. “I mean there are going to be people.”

“Yes, there will be people. It’s a beach.”

“Don’t sound so excited.” Jillian stepped out of the bathroom. She wasn’t quite nude, she had transparent flower print sarong wrapped around her waist, it probably did a better job of accentuating her meaty hips than it did concealing anything. She’d chosen a pair of long dangling earrings and finished her outfit with a pair of high heeled wedge sandals. “I know the real reason you wanted to suddenly start celebrating this holiday.” Jillian stopped there and forced a smile to cross her painted red lips. She brushed her long red hair back over her shoulder. “How do I look?”

Chris smiled and embraced his lover lightly kissing her forehead. “You look amazing.”

Jillian rolled her eyes but leaned up and kissed the corner of his mouth. She knew how men reacted to an amazing looking naked woman and it was not a hug and a chaste kiss on the forehead. If she looked amazing he’d already have her pinned against the wall and halfway to happy land. “C’mon lets get going.” He wouldn’t be rushing out the door to see some bitches half her size and ten years younger prancing around in their birthday suits.

Jillian wriggled against his surprisingly firm grasp and finally pushed him away. Her hand lingered on his chest a little longer than absolutely necessary before she pulled back. She knew that he hadn’t done it for her, he’d gotten into shape because he wanted people (women) to look at him in a way they’d never done before. It was difficult for Jillian to pretend like she didn’t like the new fit, trim and confident Chris over the slightly above average one she’d had a few years back. He was certainly happier than she’d ever seen him. “Well let’s get going before I realize what a bad idea this is.”

“It’s not a bad idea. It’s fun.” Chris assured her gripping her ass in one hand and leading her out of the motel and out into the morning sun. It was almost ten in the morning but the beach was already fairly busy with groups of people.

“You’re right it is fun.” Jillian tilted her head slightly as a pair of well toned, golden brown men walked past. She was drawn to their tight buttocks then turned to Chris. He wasn’t paying attention to her in the least. He was not so subtly watching a group of college girls pilling out of a convertible. They were in turn slightly less subtly not noticing the attention they were getting by casually brushing against each other, leaning over to retrieve items from the back and flipping their hair back. “They’re too young for you.” She spat dryly picking up bursa escort her bag. “Lets get down to the beach, I want to make sure we get a good spot not to far from the water. So put your tongue back in your mouth.”

Jillian stepped in front of Chris making certain to put an extra bit of sway in her hips. When she’d picked out a spot near the beach Jillian dramatically bent at the waist glancing back at him between her thighs. She was cupping her breasts when she noticed he wasn’t right behind her, he’d started wandering a bit towards the same group of tarts, now in setting up their own towels while a gaggle of men crowded around them practically fighting over who would help them erect their parasol in the exact right spot. “Wow. Don’t I feel great?” Jillian dropped her bag and set up their checkered blanket doing her best to suppress a twinge of disappointment.

It was hard to keep frowning when a young man jogged past her wearing only a pair of sneakers and a dazzling smile. He might even have winked at her, or it might have been the sun in his eye. Either way it gave her a stomach a flutter and she watched him until he was too far away for her to make out the definition of his thighs.

Then she turned back toward Chris. “Hey, honey would you oil me up. I don’t want to burn.” Jillian dug around in her back for the bottle of suntan oil and held it up over her shoulder. “Hon?” Jillian turned on her side and stared back at Chris who was still infatuated with the women. The women who weren’t even pretending they were innocently walking around and not purposely posing to the delight of the zombie like men setting up a volleyball court. “AHEM!”

“Oh sorry.” Chris took the oil and started dripping it down her back.

“It’s okay. I know you get to look at my fat ass all day whenever you want.” She offered.

“Shush you. You know you’re sexy.”

“You can do better than that.” Jillian purred resting her head on her arms watching the bimbos bouncing around. It was easy to see why they had Chris’s attention, especially the little dark skinned one who had her hair done up like some kind of cartoon character. Chris was probably drooling over and Jillian had to admit she hated not having the body (the confidence Chris would say) to go out in public dressed up as Supergirl, Chun Li or Princess Jasmine. She just didn’t have the trim tummy and toned thighs to go around like that. Unlike those skinny bitches prancing around, she could easily see the little brown one dressed up as Jasmine and already knew what kind of wishes Chris would make if he could rub her the right way.

Chris dug his fingers into her shoulders and Jillian moaned aloud only realizing it when she saw a few heads snap in her direction. “A little louder next time. I don’t they heard you at the hotel.” Chris whispered, he didn’t stop kneading the oil into her skin. Jillian managed to keep from moaning any more, biting down on her lips to keep any sound from escaping. Chris had taken a massage course and knew every inch of Jillian’s body and he took great pride in the fact that he could nearly bring her to climax just working down the back of her thighs and a sweet spot she hadn’t even known about behind her knees and another on the instep of her foot. She had to bury her face in the blanket shouting in fabric and sand when Chris lingered on those spots a little longer than he absolutely had to.

“All done.” Chris declared popping his knuckles and grinning. “Sorry about that, I couldn’t help myself.”

Jillian rolled over onto her back staring up Chris. Her eyes were hazed over with undeniable lust. “You’re not done yet, that was just my back.” She purred beckoning him closer with a finger.

Chris smiled and leaned forward dripping the oil up the center of her body then spiraled up each breast to the nipple finally leaving a shallow pool in her naval. Then he started back to work gently working up toward her breasts. She couldn’t stop herself from thrusting her chest up towards his hands. Jillian noticed all the attention she was getting and she didn’t bursa escort bayan care, not when she felt the sparks starting up between her thighs. Jillian kept pushing her hips up and when Chris pushed his palm between her thighs forcing her back down she ground against his hand just barely managing to catch a quick release before he finished oiling her. “Thank you.” Jillian sat up wrapped her arms around her man and kissed him. “You want to head back to the room for a little reward?” Jillian pulled back from kiss and noticed that cute little brown girl, and a few of her friends were standing around. “Can I help you?”

“Actually you kinda can.” The girls cinnamon hued skin brightened slightly. “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to lend me-“

“Us.” A fairly imposing blonde corrected nudging the smaller girl.

“Us, your boyfriend for a moment?” The girl looked back at the blond who was easily a full head taller than her friend.

“Excuse me?” Jillian asked looking up at the two ladies. Then she glanced over at their friends who were staring expectantly. Then something brushed against her thigh. Her attention darted back to Chris who was trying a bit too hard to keep from smiling. Worse his cock was twitching. “What do you want my boyfriend for?” Jillian almost growled.

The girls exchanged a glance. “Someone needs to lotion us up so we don’t burn.”

His cock twitched again. “Do you want to help the girls Chris? I can sit here and read my book and watch other people walking around. I’ll be fine.”

“Of course not Jillian. I’m sorry ladies, I’m spoken for.” Chris replied.

“Really? Well okay.” The blond pouted. “We were just hoping we could have a bit of what she’s having. If you really can’t help us. . .”

Chris’s cock lurched against Jillian’s thigh. “Just go. Get the fuck out of my sight, I’ll meet you back at the room. Have fun.” Jillian mustered the self control to kiss Chris when her first impulse was to slap him. If she wasn’t still slightly sated from the tiny bit of pleasure he’d given her she might have ripped his heart out.

“We promise to bring him back!” The blonde called over her shoulder skipping back to her friends.

Chris sat there for a moment watching them go then looking back at Jillian. “Go.” She growled staring down at his hard cock.

“Fine.” Chris mumbled. Jillian couldn’t tell if he was confused, hurt, angry or some combination of the three. She didn’t much care at the moment either. She shoved Chris towards the girls who were now waving and calling him over and he finally got up. He was slow at first, constantly looking over his shoulder but about halfway there he realized she wasn’t teasing him and went over to the ladies.

Jillian started to stand up to go back to the room then stopped. It was a lovely day out and she wasn’t going to be able to get a tan like this again. That was what she told herself. At least part of the truth though was that she wanted to watch Chris in action. She pretended she was staring at nothing but she watched the ladies pass him around from one to the other. Chris started on a redhead, then a brunette with little fanfare other than some dramatic moans and poses.

It wasn’t until the small brown girl’s turn came up that Jillian saw something special. She must have had the same sweet spot behind her knee because she leapt and skittered away from him. She came to a stop a few feet away staring back at him and then tackled him with a kiss. Jillian knew that feeling all too well, the woman would have mounted him right there on the beach in front of everybody if the blonde hadn’t shoved her aside and insisted that it was her turn.

That was enough for Jillian to finally get and start back. “Guys. Such fucking pigs.” Jillian growled.

“Man trouble? Sorry to hear that.” Jillian looked over and could hardly believe the perfect specimen standing before her. She must have been angrier than she’d thought originally if she didn’t notice six feet of bronzed muscle carved into a shape that belonged in a museum.

“Nothing escort bursa out of the ordinary.” Jillian grumbled letting her gaze wander south. She pause for a moment on his six pack, but only for a moment. After that her gaze was drawn even lower on the perfect specimen.

Jillian noticed she was twirling her hair around a finger and tried to stop only place her hands behind her back thrusting her chest out. When that failed she crossed her arms over her chest twisting slightly giving him a fantastic view of her ass.

“I don’t suppose it’s something I can help with?”

Jillian bit her lower lip and looked him over again. His cock twitched just slightly. “Well that depends, how would you go about helping me?” She took a nervous step forward.

“I can help you with anything you want. I’m especially good at making stupid boyfriends fell inadequate.” He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her.

Any reluctance she’d been attempting to feign melted away when he grabbed her. “My room’s that way.” He scooped her off her feet without any apparent effort sending her head spinning. She actually didn’t notice him enter her hotel room she just felt the air whoosh out of her lungs when he dumped her on the bed. “Brute.”

“A bit yes.” He pounced onto her forcing her soft feminine frame to yield to his hard masculine form. He didn’t kiss her Chris did, this wasn’t the soft kiss of a lover. This was a brutal conquering all encompassing embrace was left her breathless and flustered. His lips were already moving down her throat nipping at her flesh. When his mouth returned to hers Jillian leaned up into the kiss returning his raw passion. “You’re quite the wild cat.” He growled yanking her hands from his shoulders and pinning them to the bed.

“Sometimes.” She purred wrapping her legs around his waist. Even his stomach forced her legs to conform to him instead of the other way around, it reminded her of when she used to go horseback riding. Then he slid his cock into her and it was like being split in two. Jillian couldn’t scream though, her lungs were still empty so she could only stare up at the Adonis with wide eyes as he fucked her. He didn’t give her time to get accustomed to his girth. Her back arched up toward him pressing her breasts against him with each thrust. The bed was protesting beneath them, the wall was protesting above behind them. No man had ever just taken her. It was amazing, once she settled in his rhythm she was meeting his every thrust driving him to the deepest parts of her body. She found her voice, and the people in the next room, the next floor, the parking lot, they all heard her voice when she came.

He didn’t stop there, he flipped her over so her face was buried in the pillows and continued assault on her body. Jillian would bear the bruises of their union proudly when the morning came but right then she was lost in bliss. By the time he finally climaxed inside her the sheets had been torn from the bed and the mattress was more than halfway off the frame. “Wow.”

“Wow indeed.” The man pulled her up against him resting her head against his chest and kissing the sweat from her forehead.

Jillian draped her leg up over his thigh just as the door opened.

“Jillian!” Chris exclaimed.

“Chris, I uh, you left-“

“Oh be quiet you only came back to the room to get a blow job.” The petite brown girl said stepping into the room and slapping him on the shoulder. “Your man gives amazing massages, you shouldn’t let him out of your sight. So Keith did you get what you wanted?”

“Yep. Chris is stupid to ever leave this woman’s side. She is exquisite.” Jillian blushed and started to open her mouth but Keith hushed her with a kiss. “Don’t be mad, my friends and I didn’t make either of you do anything. Now go on Jamie, I know you’ve been holding it in since he found your sweet spot. He must teach me that before we leave and you my sweet have no room to complain but perhaps we can another round?”

Jillian knew she had no right to be upset with Chris when Jamie sank to her knees and wrapped her lips around his cock. That didn’t mean she wasn’t and when she turned around to kiss Keith it wasn’t about his bulging biceps, rock hard abs, intense love making or large cock.

Not entirely.

Probably mostly.

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Joan snuggled closer to Tom’s chest, easing herself into a more comfortable position while making sure not to wake him. She thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of lying beside him, just his bare skin against hers in the dark, still but for the sound of their still slightly ragged breathing.

Tom was spent and had quickly fallen deeply asleep, though not forgetting to encircle her in his arms; the cosy little spoon. His chin rested just above her head, and the hairs on his shins tickled her feet. She turned to kiss him once more, and moved the fringe of her bob out of her eyes before settling down.

She took care not to focus too much on the evening’s events, lest the savour keep her from sleeping. Still, it had been wonderful she thought to herself, stretching in contentment. After a little too much wine at the restaurant they had ambled five minutes late to the theatre. Apparently those few had been pivotal to the plot, as neither of them had been able to make head nor tail of the story, which only served to make it funnier for the tipsy couple. There had been quite a few stares in response to their sniggers when one of the heroines was murdered.

The bus ride home had been all a rush, and the effort of walking had left her memory a little vague. Joan could, however, recall vividly the passion of the last hour. She felt a tingle and cursed quietly under her breath. She had told herself not to do this again. Too late now… she put one finger, and then another, into her already surprisingly damp slit, and began to curl them heavily but slowly, still conscious of her boyfriend sleeping beside her. She wouldn’t give Tom the satisfaction of knowing she was masturbating to him.

Keeping her breathing low, she slowly shifted her elbow out from under his arm. She watched him as she slowly rotated her forearm, all the while still stroking her inside, and gently sucked on her fingers. She shook her head to rest her curls behind an ebony shoulder. Her libido loomed with lewd thoughts, making shrewdness difficult. Her breathing increased – she couldn’t help it, and she closed her eyes as she imagined she was sucking Tom’s thick, juicy cock. She curled her toes at the sensation as her feet brushed the ends of his.

It had been so wild, and they still hadn’t even moved the bed back against the wall. It was shoved up against the dresser, the better for Tom to push against the wall with his feet while the bed and her cunt were trapped and his for the taking. Beads of sweat slowly trickled down her, pooling in the burgeon of her dark cleavage. He was so hard, and as his muscles strained, pushing him further and further into her, he grunted like some ravenous animal, his blood pumping – all into his dick, which seemed to get bigger and bigger and harder and harder bursa escort by the second. Her hand now moved down from within one set of lips to just above another, wetter and slicker, and the fingers began to rub her already engorged clit. She craned her neck back, her head beside his on the pillow. She imagined his cock becoming erect, and spread her fingers a little in simulation which felt surprisingly good. Joan was shivering slightly, straining not to move, as Tom behind her lay, his heavy arm across her. As she breathed her chest rose and fell, her nipples brushing between his fingers a little more with each rapid rise and fall, lifting Tom’s arm with greater and greater force.

Despite how furiously Tom pumped, his stamina had not lessened, and continued fucking her, sliding his dick out and shoving it back in with an alacrity and reckless abandon she could only ever have fantasised about before… as she did again now, her fingers moving more quickly inside and out of her between her crossed legs, her upper calves nestled beside his feet. She began to give little intermittent bucks, unable to stop herself from moving, as much as she did not want to wake the sleeper beside her. She had had to make him stop, it was too much. He thought he was hurting her, and when he pulled out, concern on his face, she had bowled him over and seized his manhood. Oh God, was she being too loud? She had then determinedly started to blow him, her hands working over his junk to enhance the pleasure, and unexpectedly found that he had had even more to give, his dick growing harder and more augmented, stretching her jaw to aching as she tongued and moved her head back and forth ferociously. She bit her lip and to hold back a moan She planned to make this cock hers, and she was so hungry… He could scarcely concentrate on her tits, and though they strained for his touch his inability to do even that was a turn on in itself. His hand now rested on the breast closest too him, and her nipple practically pulsed beside the twin peak of his thumb. When she could suck no more and was forced to admit defeat, she released him and watched as his hips continued to convulse in the air, before she ordered him back inside her and to fuck her until she broke or he came.

Joan had never before let Tom come in her. She was never sure why, though she had made several excuses before. They weren’t unfounded, of course she didn’t want to get pregnant, and when they were first dating she wanted him to get checked out just in case. However, they had taken every precaution, and whatever was left of those small inhibitions was blown to incinerating oblivion by a single, aching, urgent need. The bed felt uncomfortable, and there just didn’t seem to be room for subterfuge when you were so horny. She felt a wave bursa escort bayan of pleasure overcome her as she worked a little faster, and fell to the sensation. Her dark locks tickled her sultry, flaring hips, and she shivered, flaring Tom several inches to the other side of the bed. She wanted him, wanted him inside her, wanted him to fill her, to fill her up. She wanted to finally feel his cock swell, harder and bigger than she had ever felt before and explode inside her. Her moans became louder as he began thrusting again, her legs around him, drawing every delicious inch of him into her like a vice. She was absorbed by the fantasy, and only a shred of propriety kept any attempt at silence. Her chest surged, muscle memory piqued from Tom’s unintentional caresses, and pressed out further.

Considering how much he was clearly turned on by her urging – a mantra of dirty talk, gasping that she wanted him to come for her, to fill her up with his hot seed, that she wanted to feel him get enormous as he blew his load into her, and every other dirty term that came to her he actually took longer than she expected. Her rubbing now reached a frantic speed and she let out soft whimpers as she felt waves of pleasure begin to course through her. She did not stop, and neither did her growth as her feet slipped off the end of the bed and hung above the floor.

Neither had he stopped then. His pounding ministrations made her feel like she would go off at any second, but she held herself back from the edge, and all the while her pleasure mounted, higher and higher, ready to break over her like a cataclysm. She could feel something similar happening from inside his member. Her hand pressed a forcefully against the head of the bed, and a quiet splintering could be heard creaking. He pushed more forcefully than before, and her pussy somehow continued to take his entire, still-swelling trunk that seemed be trying to split her in two, more eagerly still than before. Every push of his was getting them closer and closer to a finale, but she didn’t know if she could hold out. Her ass bucked on the mattress, filling out along with the rest of her curves. She was becoming more of a giant hourglass by the second, and was completely unaware, even at this accelerated stage of her expansion.

Even now, as her fingers twirled, curled, pulled, and tugged, she wondered if she would get to the end of the memory. She allowed her breathing to increase, and her chest rubbed up and down beneath Tom’s hand, which was again upon her breast after the last bit of growth, faster than before, pleasuring her nipples. Her eyes were still shut and her mouth was open, crying out almost silently as she played with herself in horny, hot desperation. Her back arched, gargantuan, and she felt her juices escort bursa gush out of her, wetting the sheet below her. Tom stirred, and the nervous excitement of almost waking him did nothing but heighten her ecstasy. Oh, it felt so good she thought she thought as she unconsciously continued to stretch, well past nine feet. Even now, she could still recall the moment…

It was going to happen, she could feel it. She couldn’t get any wetter, she surely couldn’t take any more. Yet still it held off, and moments stretched, like the sides of her sex, as ever more of this mammoth creature continued to force itself upon and into her. Then he bit down hard on to her nipple, and she cried out in pleasure, but then her scream reached new heights as she felt him finally explode inside her. It was indescribable, it felt so good. Most of her legs were hanging off the bed, and her left arm was no longer on the bed, but still she continued to fuck herself. She felt so tight, he felt so big, huge, gigantic, as the head of his penis expanded and fired wad after wad in a seemingly endless torrent of hot, white cum inside her. A sudden spasm sent her into the twelve foot mark. After a moment, she realised it was still going and time had not in fact stood still, and this cannon-like python was still spewing more and more into her. He really was doing it – filling her. She felt a rush from inside her meeting his as she too came for all she was worth. She was close now, so very close, as she arched her back towards the room ceiling, her efforts at subtlety almost shredded like the tattered nightgown strewn beneath her as the thrill coursed through her entire body, pushing outwards. It wouldn’t end, and she kept on crying out in pleasure- Stretch …it felt so exquisite, so magical, until she felt the- A throaty moan escaped her, and she clamped her hand over her mouth, brushing the ceiling with her hand …hot liquid began to spill down her legs as there seemed to be no more room in her cunt. She squealed and he groaned, both shuddering in ecstasy that was overcoming. She felt it now, almost upon her. She loomed, huge enough to be sitting along the entire length of the bed, her lower thighs and legs hanging off the edge and her shoulders touching the ceiling. Tom had pushed and pushed, driven on in a spasm of primordial instinct, till he had no more to give and beyond, thrusting into her splashing wet cunt.

Even now the bed was getting really soaked for a second time, and for the first time it occurred to her that her own juices were rapidly seeping closer to him, whom she was unaware but was now lying prostrate on her. He rolled, and his arm tugged her fingers jostling her out of rhythm. Her hands scrabbled to get back into place and resume their work, but she was too sensitive and too clumsy with the shock to properly do anything. She could not stop, it wasn’t enough. She moved, pushing Tom’s legs apart and pressing his whole dick into her mouth. Hardness overcame him, and they both opened their eyes.

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‘Fantasy is fun and porn makes me playful’. Mariella smiled to herself at her own silly thought as she settled into her chair, adjusted her bathrobe a bit more comfortably around her nicely rounded frame, and switched on her computer.

It was her habit, at least two or three times each alternate week, to log onto her favourite amateur erotica site and read a horny story before going to bed. That made sure that, in those weeks when her husband worked nights, her imagination had something to keep her fingers busy. She would read until she was well fired up, then slip off her bathrobe and slide naked into bed to bring herself to a back-arching, heart-pounding, mind-blowing, orgasm. Having her computer in the bedroom had its advantages.

In some ways she looked forwards to her fantasies. Neville had always been a rather unadventurous partner, with not much imagination and hardly any wish to experiment. So, in his absence and just in her head, she could harmlessly do exactly as her imagination and desires dictated, often following the storyline of her latest fictional heroine, but sometimes taking the story into places the author had never imagined. That way she could safely enjoy, by proxy, all the kinky acts that her mind both craved and feared.

She had her favourite authors, whose latest offering she looked for and greedily devoured, but sometimes she also liked to delve at random into the ‘newly posted’ story file, and read something she would not otherwise have chosen. Tonight was to be just such a ‘pot-luck’ story.

Logging into the story site Mariella quickly found her way to the new submissions and excitedly began to look for a juicy read. It’s alright going for pot-luck, she thought, but some subjects did nothing for her and one or two actually turned her off. So she scanned through the new submissions quickly, mentally rejecting anything that made her think ‘Yuk!’ and tagging as possible those that evoked an ‘Mmm’.

Eventually she settled on as story entitled ‘Cynthia tries it all’ by an author she’d not come across before called ‘Penpusher’. She chose it, not because the title held any particular significance, in fact it told her very little, but because her eyes lit on one paragraph as she checked through it, and that paragraph had to do with anal sex. She had read anal stories before and they always did the trick, sending her to bed with hot thoughts and busy fingers. Well, she told herself, just because the chance to do it for real has never cropped up (not that I ever would, she assured herself hastily), doesn’t mean I can’t get a buzz from reading about it. She had no idea why, but, although she had reached the age of fifty-four with a virgin bottom, she had always harboured a sort of deep down fascination for this most taboo kind of intercourse

She was tempted to go straight to the third page where she had spotted the reference to anal sex, but she decided that to do so would spoil the story and so she disciplined herself to start at the beginning. It turned out that she was glad she had, it was a hot and horny story, well constructed, well written, and full of very erotic imagery. Before she had even reached middle of the second page her hand had found its way into her bathrobe and was kneading her breast, and her breathing was noticeably heavier.

Simply put, the story was of Cynthia who, after a long and excruciatingly unexciting relationship finally broke up, found herself a new lover who was both highly sexed and very inventive. This new partner took her to sexual peaks she hadn’t reached before, doing things that she had only dreamed off and enjoying every moment of it.

Mariella identified with every word. She too had a dull sex life, and she too had wanted, longed for, someone who would make her into the kinky, sexually aware woman that Cynthia had become, except of course, Mariella had never done anything about it, and she was only too aware of the fact that the years had ticked away. So, in her mind, Cynthia became Mariella’s surrogate sex goddess by doing the things, in fiction at least, that Mariella had longed to do, and Cynthia was really showing her the way.

Before the first page was over Cynthia was being penetrated by a large black vibrator, and Mariella was already jealous. Neville would have a fit if his wife ever expressed an interest in sex toys and so she had never even held one. Sure, she’d tried ‘objects’, cucumbers were cool, in both senses of the word, and her hairbrush handle worked quite well, but the damn things didn’t vibrate. She’s tried leaning on the corner of the washing machine set to spin, but the damn thing didn’t go inside her, so she read about Cynthia’s playthings with envy.

The part where Cynthia was leaning back while a vibrator was played over her clit, back and forth, softly then firmly, had Mariella grunting as she squeezed her breast hard and shuffled uncomfortably in her seat, and then to read of it being gently pressed against Cynthia’s ‘rear entrance’ – Mariella couldn’t bring herself to say ‘arse’ bursa escort – made her squirm and groan in frustration. What she would give to have any attention at all paid to her own back door.

Then the story moved on and Cynthia was next found placed on her back with her legs wide as her lover gave her clit an intense tongue lashing. Fortunately this was one ‘deviation’ that Neville did indulge in when the mood struck, for a reciprocation of course and then not often, but at least Mariella knew what that felt like. Mariella loved oral sex, both giving and receiving, and she would have loved to do it more often. Neville was not all that practised at it, and although he brought her off orally, it was a bit predictable. First his tongue would probe her hole, and then his mouth would fasten over her clit while his tongue licked and flicked it until she came. God, she thought, if only he’d do it after he’s cum inside me, mentally voicing a long held fantasy.

Cynthia’s man (whose name Mariella had missed as she skimmed through the tamer parts of the story) was a veritable expert, bringing Cynthia to a screaming climax within minutes and then repeating the feat several times. He did as Neville did, but he also let his tongue tip roam up and down her pussy, nibbling her labia between lip-covered teeth as he went. His tongue stroked Cynthia from the very top of her pussy, from where he looked into Cynthia’s eyes and winked, to the very bottom, lapping gently at her perineum and nearly, so nearly, licking her anus, before returning to lick slowly the length of her cleft.

Mariella pulled the cord of her robe, letting it fall open so that she could reach more of her own body. Settling lower into her seat to allow her legs to open, she put her free hand on her pussy and, gently stroking herself as if in imitation of that tongue, she read on. Perhaps, she hoped, his tongue would reach down to Cynthia’s bottom in the next paragraph.

In fact it was two paragraphs later when she read that his tongue “slid wetly from her (Cynthia’s) pussy hole and delved lower to circle gently around her anus”. Mariella groaned softly, her frustration growing, especially as Cynthia spread her legs wider and pulled them right back to expose herself fully and give totally unrestricted access to her behind. Mariella would love to do that for someone, even if her aging hips played up from the unaccustomed exercise. She tried to reach lower to stroke her own anus with her fingertip, but her heavy thighs and the chair arms conspired to prevent her.

In the story Cynthia was encouraging her fictional suitor just as enthusiastically as Mariella would have, wanting his probing tongue to burrow into her back door, mouthing little sibilant ‘yeses’ and moaning with hot arousal. She could picture Cynthia so clearly, her legs right back, her shaved pussy (it had to be shaved) open and wet, and her little bottom hole glistening with her lovers saliva. In her imagination Mariella could almost feel the tip of a tongue probing her own puckered hole, coating the rim with cool wet spit before pushing just a little way into her, licking, circling, probing. Oh, if only!

But there was more to come, the man stopped licking Cynthia’s anus and began to play with a finger pressed against it, wriggling it a little to find the actual entrance. Mariella gasped at the thought and eagerly read on.

“He dipped his finger into Cynthia’s soaking cunt and used the lubrication to gain access to her arse, easing his fingertip just inside her sphincter.”

Mariella read the words and gasped out loud at the intensely erotic imagery they invoked.

“Then, with a little push and twist, he introduced his finger into Cynthia’s anal canal, pushing it second knuckle deep before wriggling it around inside her.”

Mariella groaned deeply in her throat and pushed two fingers way into her pussy, wishing all the time that it wasn’t her pussy they were entering and that they weren’t her own fingers. She couldn’t read anymore, not for the moment, her eyes closed and her imagination took over. Her fingers were thrusting into her pussy, her palm held flat against her clit as she stimulated herself towards orgasm. But in her head it was someone else’s fingers delving deep into her, and she knew, with absolute certainty, that they would soon be in her bottom. Mariella was embroiled in a fantasy of long standing, something she had dreamed of for years and it soon had her thrashing and jerking to a climax, one hand hooked into her pussy while the other mauled and pulled at her abused breast.

‘Well,’ she thought when it was finally over and her senses returned to normal, ‘at least I didn’t have to wait long for that one!’ It was not the end for the night, though, for Mariella was still horny, wanting more stimulation and needing to get to the part about Cynthia’s anal intercourse. She returned her attention to the computer screen, still trembling a little after her giant orgasm.

She ‘speed read’ the next couple of paragraphs, skipping over the text until her eyes saw that Cynthia was turning over, getting onto her hands bursa escort bayan and knees ready to be taken. Then she slowed and began to read properly carefully absorbing everything on the screen.

In Mariella’s mind Cynthia was clearly pictured as the story described her, kneeling, her knees apart, resting on her elbows, with her head down and her bottom raised, so vulnerable, so enticing, and so ready. He was moving forward, shuffling on his knees until he was close enough to be able to grip her waist and pull her to him. Mariella leaned forward entranced, as if getting closer to the screen would bring her closer to the action.

In the story the man reached for a little bottle from the bedside cabinet and poured a little pool of lube into his palm, before putting the bottle back and dipping his fingertips into the lube. Mariella was surprised at this, she had believed that all sexual lubricants were gels and came in tubes, but she mentally shrugged and went back to the story. The man was now touching Cynthia’s bottom, spreading the lubrication around her tiny wrinkled entrance, making it shine with slickness. Then he rolled his fingertip in his lube filled palm and placed it back against Cynthia’s anus, pushing lightly on it to enter and lubricate the actual opening. Mariella read on, enthralled.

With Cynthia now lubricated and ready, the story now told Mariella how the man wrapped his hand around his cock and coated it with the remaining lube. Then he inched forward, holding his cock out straight before him, pointing it towards Cynthia’s bottom and guiding it until the tip rested against the little puckered hole that was Cynthia’s anus. Mariella was breathing hard again and her fingers were once more gently playing with her clit.

Then the man leaned forward, not thrusting, but just allowing his weight to press his cock into Cynthia who knelt before him, holding herself firm against his pressure and willing herself to accommodate his cock. She could, the story said, feel her sphincter muscles stretching, slowly opening as his cock nosed its way forward.

“Then her sphincter relented and allowed him to slide his cock deep into the velvety warmth of her rectum.”

As Mariella read those words a delicious shiver passed through her. She could almost feel her own sphincter expanding, forced open to allow a cock into her body, and she could feel her rectum being distended to take its girth as it pushed right into her. If only – God, if only – that could be her own real life rectum, not that of some fictional creature who existed only on the screen of her computer and in the imagination of the author. She immediately scolded herself for her envy, smiling thinly at the stupidity of being jealous of a work of fiction. It was the author’s fault she told herself, if ‘Penpusher’ had not done such a good job of bringing his creation to life she would not have been able to identify with her so well. Her fingers were now hard at work, taking her towards an uncommon second climax of the evening.

She read more, reading how he thrust into Cynthia, plunging deep into her rectum, slamming his body up against her bottom as he forced the last half inch into her. She read of how Cynthia’s initial discomfort gave way to pleasure, then to ecstasy, as she was well and truly anally reamed out. How Mariella longed to have a rock hard cock thrusting in and out of her own rectum that way. She was clenching her buttocks as she played in her pussy, trying to imagine what it would feel like to have anal intercourse. Why had that damned author turned her on so much?

Meanwhile, the words on the screen were telling Mariella how Cynthia could feel the cock inside her begin to twitch and how its thrusts became disjointed as her lover’s orgasm approached. They were telling how Cynthia prepared herself, physically and mentally for his climax and for her to take his cum into her arse, and they then told her how both came in unison, the man roaring loudly and plunging into Cynthia as he spurted his thick cum deep inside her rectum, while she held on tight and fought the waves of ecstasy that rolled emanated from her anus and rolled through her body, threatening to make her dislodge her lover. Mariella came with them, her overheated imagination identifying with Cynthia, mentally wanting to accept the fictional cum into her own real passage and feeling genuine disappointment that nothing was spurting into her body.

Mariella did not usually have two orgasms from one story, and it was unheard f for her to cum twice while still reading, but tonight was the exception and her body rose from the chair as her pussy tried to take more of her fingers than she actually possessed, surges of pleasure engulfing her and forcing involuntary thrusts and shudders to sweep over her frame.

She could take no more, still gasping and panting she hurriedly closed down her computer and, leaving the bathrobe draped over the chair as she got up, she tottered on jelly legs to the bed and slid sweating and trembling between the sheets.

For what seemed a long while Mariella lay there waiting escort bursa for her pounding heart to return to normal and her breathing to quieten down. “Wow!” She said to herself eventually.

For a while longer she laid thinking about the story she had read and the effect it had had on her. Never, ever, had she been so turned on by the words on a computer screen, and she wondered whether it was the story, her own fantasy of anal sex, or a combination of both. Finally she came to the conclusion that it was neither. Instead it was the fact that she had, for the first time, thought very seriously about it happening to her for real while she read the fiction, and it was that possible reality that had done the trick. Most especially it was the line that read “Then her sphincter relented and allowed him to slide his cock deep into the velvety warmth of her rectum.” She went over that line time after time in her mind, absorbing every word, savouring the picture it conjured up, and so earnestly wanting to feel that same delicious penetration.

As she lay there she realised with something of a shock that her fingers had returned to her pussy of their own accord and the very thought of taking anal penetration had made her horny again. As she thought about it she wondered just what it would feel like to have a cock sliding into her bottom. Would it hurt, would it feel like going to the loo in reverse, what the hell would it be like? Words were fine but they could not convey the reality, and Mariella wanted the reality.

“I don’t know how yet.” She spoke aloud into the darkness of her silent bedroom. “But I’m going to get my arse fucked!” She blushed invisibly at her own use of taboo words and at the realisation that she meant every one of them.

Then, as if satisfied that a decision had been made, Mariella deliberately ignored the urge to masturbate again and rolled over to sleep.

For the next two or three days Mariella turned her resolution over in her mind, sometimes being certain she would go through with it, sometimes deciding to renege on her own decision. More than once she went back to the story and re-read part or all of it. Every time she read it she wanted anal sex, but in between times she worried about it, wondering if she would really enjoy it, and who she could get to do it with her. Then she read the story again, deliberately stopping at the line that had turned her on so much, “Then her sphincter relented and allowed him to slide his cock deep into the velvety warmth of her rectum.” The line made her bottom wriggle in anticipation and her decision was made, and this time irrevocably.

“Right!” She told herself. “You do want it, so stop making excuses to yourself and do something about it.”

One other thing she decided she must do was to post feedback to ‘Penpusher’ for his story, telling him how it had affected her and how it had helped her want to try anal sex herself. That she would do straight away, and then she would consider how to get things moving on the other front – or was it rear?

She logged in once more, turning to the story and its feedback page and beginning to type. “What a fantastic story, thank you very much. I am a fifty-four year old anal virgin and that is how I want someone someday to introduce me to anal sex. Please keep writing, I am looking forward to more stories in this series as the subject fascinates me”. It wasn’t quite what she had intended writing but it was what she felt, so she pressed ‘send’ and started to think about how to lose her anal cherry.

That, she very quickly realised, was going to be the difficult part. For one thing, who was she going to get to help her? It wasn’t going to be Neville, he’d never dream of having anal sex, and she could hardly put a notice in her window ‘anal help wanted’. The more she thought about it the more frustrated she became and the further away her dream. “Damn it, I’ll think of something!” she said turning away from the problem for the time being.

By the nature of things, her determination faded with the heat between her legs, until the resolute decision to experience anal intercourse had become a case of ‘well, if the chance comes up I’ll take it.’ Mariella knew that was a total cop out. If the chance had never arisen in the last fifty-four years, why would it suddenly come galloping over the horizon now? She resigned herself to her own wimpish behaviour and put the idea to the back of her mind.

But then an unexpected reply to her feedback email brought things back to the fore. ‘Penpusher’ had replied to thank her for saying nice things about his stories and to say that if she ever got around to trying anal sex, he was sure she would enjoy receiving it as much as he did giving, adding the rider that she should be careful who she chose as a partner, as a caring, patient introduction would help enormously. ‘Thanks’ she thought, that really helps. Now I’ve not only got to find a willing partner but be choosy with it – as if there was a queue. But she appreciated his concern and giggled at his expression ‘make sure you don’t get a bum deal’ with which he closed, and settled down to write back. Then she noticed that he had added her to his Messenger list and she was being asked to ‘ok’ the connection. She clicked ‘yes’ with few reservations, knowing that he could always be blocked later.

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This is the follow-up story to the Starship Isabella series. The Feldon/Maxwell children have all grown up and are on their first interstellar adventure on their own. In his will, Allen Feldon willed the Starseeker, to his wife, daughter and granddaughter before his death. They hardly ever used it, preferring the child friendly Isabella instead. Now, Gia, Ana and Gabby had passed ship down to their adult children The Generation 4 heirs include Abigail, Michael, Joalice and Samantha. This is the story of their travels and encounters on Allen’s private interstellar sex palace, his luxury yacht. As always, all characters involved in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

Starship Starseeker Chapter 1

The Star Seeker was a midsized freighter, just as the Isabella had been. The newer freighters were more advanced and twice the size. The Star Seeker was the perfect combination of comfort and technology at the time it was built, and with continual upgrades it was still all those things. In addition to even custom, luxury versions of the old Scout class starships, of which Isabella was an example, it had more features. Star Seeker had three separate orgy rooms and showers, a swimming pool, several large hot-tub/spa areas and a theater where the party aboard could watch any type of video from the Classic mainstream movies and porn from the 20th century onward. Best yet were the recordings of the Feldon/Maxwell family orgies recorded by a constellation of nanobots that swarmed the space in the orgy rooms and got into every possible location to produce 3 dimensional images.

Before the Gen4 Maxwell children left Earth on their journey of discovery, they asked their mothers if they could change the name of the ship to Starseeker, one word instead of two.

They agreed to the name change immediately.

We’re not the owners anymore,” Gia told them. “It has been gifted it to all of you,” she said. “It was sweet of you to ask, but you can name it anything you want. Personally, I like Starseeker, all one word, better anyway. I think that it will look better on the hull of the ship than 2 separate words.” she told them. Ana and Gabby agreed.

Joalice was on watch in the control center of the Starseeker when Mike joined her and sat down heavily at the console beside her, his eyes still clouded with sleepiness. He had twenty minutes before his watch started, but he hadn’t been able to sleep well because of all the noise Sam and Abbie were making as they licked and sucked each other to one climax after another.

“Can’t sleep?” Joalice asked her twin brother as she handed him a tall cold protein shake from the cold compartment below the console.

“Too noisy,” Mike answered as he sipped the semen building protein shake.

Trapped for two months with three horny sisters, Mike needed the semen volume enhancer shake for survival. Not being able to fill his sister’s needy fuck holes was not an option. Sam, the sister interested in medicine, had researched the proteins and minerals that the male organs used to make semen. The concoction she’d devised had everything Mike needed to boost his semen volume as well as make it taste as good as any semen could possibly taste. The girls enjoyed eating their father’s cum, but Mikes was downright delicious!

Sam had even sent the recipe to Ana, Gia and Gabby after all of the sisters noticed the improvement in the taste of their brother’s cum. More often than not, Sam, Jo and Abbie preferred their brother to finish in their mouths instead of the assholes. Cum leaking from your cunt was easy and fun to clean up, but cum in the ass took more time.

Mike had been awakened to have sex with one of his three sisters every time they got off their watches for the first part of the journey. He’d finally had to put his foot down. He needed his rest and even though he loved his sisters and enjoyed having sex with them, he was nearly exhausted of over a month of nearly constant sex. After a sisterly conference, they only came to his room to have sex once a day. He and Joalice still slept in the same bedroom so she sometimes made love to him twice a day, but Sam and Abbie weren’t jealous of their sister at all. They knew that the twins had a special relationship.

Samantha was the most vocal, and the sexually neediest sister. It was Sam’s screams of pleasure that had awakened him. Sam had an unusually high sex drive, in earlier times, she would’ve been called a nymphomaniac. She just couldn’t get sex off her mind. Thank goodness they were landing on the planet of Himmel tomorrow. Maybe he could finally get some sleep.

Joalice chuckled. “Sam’s quite the screamer, isn’t she,” Joalice asked.

She should know, Joalice was the best carpet muncher on the ship. Sometimes her sister’s preferred Joalice’s talented tongue and fingers over their brother’s long, thick cock. Not Joalice though, she was in love with her brother. Sam and Abbie loved him too, but they illegal bahis were not in love with him. Part of the reason they were on this journey was to find potential husband material.

Mike got up and brewed a pot of coffee. It wouldn’t do anything to help his cum taste any better, but he would need it to stay alert for the rest of his watch. The new Artificial Intelligence system on the ship, ALI, had been designed to navigate the luxury yacht as well as monitor and adjust the luxury features throughout the ship. Based on the utterly trustworthy AMI, several enhancements made it more efficient, but a little scary sometimes.

When the tone for watch change chimed, Joalice did a final scan of the readouts and reported their status to Mike. Even though Starseeker was rated to be fully autonomous, they had been concerned about that rating. One time, early in the trip, they encountered another ship coming through a jump point at the same time they were headed into it. ALI, the new artificial intelligence for the Starseeker, only avoided colliding with the other ship by a margin of one second. Even though that was a long time to a computer, it was too close for the humans aboard.

Using the well-known Feldon star maps, the ones Ana still called the secret routes, their trip would take a fraction of the time the older ships needed, but there were still some unavoidable jump points. The siblings had decided to take watches to see if the program change to ALI was working consistently. Several jumps met no challenge, so ALI was still untested.

Only one jump remained until they arrived off Himmel, and that was ten hours away. Joalice stood and stretched, showing off her tight sexy nude body to her brother. Mike had held that body thousands of times while they slept together every night growing up. Mike knew and loved every curve of her body. They couldn’t make love right now, but she knew that as soon as his watch was over, he’d be coming to their bed.

Mike couldn’t resist, he embraced his twin and kissed her passionately, hugging her tightly. Joalice moved down his body and took her brother’s growing dick in her mouth. A man could get a blowjob and monitor the instruments at the same time. Since Mike’s schedule always followed right behind Joalice, this had become a regular delight when he took his watch.

“I love you JoJo,” Mike sighed as he took his sister’s hair in his fists.

“I love you too Mikey,” Joalice told her brother.

Everyone else in the family called the twins Mike and Jo. The twins even called each other that in front of others. When they were alone though, they reverted to the childhood names they’d made for each other. It was their intimate names to express their special relationship.

Mike always let Jo set the pace in the beginning of the blowjob. She was an excellent cocksucker, every bit as good as Gia. Abbie and Sam also had amazing oral skills, but not like his JoJo. Her full soft lips were perfect for kissing and for cocksucking. They were even fuller than Gabby’s, he and JoJo’s biological mother. When he got close, Jo liked for Mike to take control of his pleasure, holding her head steady by her hair and finding his own pace. Mike was always gentle and never had hurt her, but he liked to control his speed and how deeply his cock went into her throat.

Joalice felt Mike’s fists tighten in her hair. She knew that he was getting close. Jo stopped sucking, she just opened her mouth and let Mike fuck her throat. Mike cried out when he came, filling his twin’s mouth with his semen. When he released his grip on her hair, Joalice stood up and shared a cummy kiss with her brother. He might’ve found the sperm omelet disgusting, but he didn’t mind his own cum from her body. It was the same with Abbie and Sam, he would clean the cum from their pussies or asses if one of the other sister’s wasn’t there. Those two usually shared the cum they had in their mouths with their other sisters. Jo was the stingy one, they always complained good-naturedly.

Soon after settling down at the monitoring station, Mike heard another screaming female, this time it was Jo. Her sisters were probably giving her the tickle treatment for not sharing his cum with them. Next, he could hear Jo’s moans. Sam and Abbie were double teaming her. Finally, the noise stopped. They were all sleeping he assumed, something he planned to do a lot of when they finally landed on Himmel.

Mike was relieved by Samantha when his watch was over. Sam handed him another tall cold container of the semen booster protein shake. Mike kissed his sister tenderly while she pressed her body against him. Sam and Mike loved each other too, but it was a different kind of love. Mike enjoyed having sex with Sam because she was so orgasmic. It was good for a man’s ego to have a beautiful woman writhing in pleasure underneath you in ecstasy while you drilled her cunt or ass.

“Thanks Sis,” Mike said as he sipped the cold shake carefully.

“We illegal bahis siteleri should be reaching the next jump point in about two hours. After that, it’s all the way to Himmel,” Mike summarized the ship’s status.

“Very well,” Samantha responded. “Go get some rest. Give my love to Jo,” she told Mike.

“It sounded like you were doing a good job at giving her your love earlier,” Mike said smiling, remembering JoJo’s screams earlier.

Sam smiled. “Oh yes, that. We left her with a butt plug still deep in her asshole. I think she has plans for you when you get there,” Sam told her brother, patting his bare ass and giving his coak a squeeze as he left the control room.

By the time Mike got to he and his twin’s room, he discovered that JoJo had indeed prepared her butthole for anal sex. Mike always enjoyed having anal sex with his sisters. He enjoyed vaginal sex more with JoJo, but she really enjoyed anal. They always tried to please the other, so sometimes it was vaginal and sometimes it was anal. Right now, JoJo wanted her ass fucked!

She was still wearing a butt plug and there was a tube of lube on the bedside table when Mike came in to wake her. Mike slid his hardening cock between Joalice’s soft full lips and she automatically took it in her mouth. Sometimes, Mike would watch her sleep while she gently nursed on the tip of his cock until he filled her mouth. JoJo never woke up, she just made a strange humming sound and rolled the cum around in her tongue, eventually swallowing it all and them smiling.

Mike wanted to wake her up this time, he’d had sex with all of his sisters today, this was he and JoJo’s bonus time together. When she woke, Jo moaned and swallowed Mikes cock completely. She wanted it to be rock hard as it probed her back door. Joalice liked to take Mike’s cock up her butt missionary style. She liked the contact between her breasts and Mike’s smooth muscular chest. Mike would hold and kiss her as the head of his cock pushed its way past her anal sphincter. She occasionally enjoyed a hard doggy-style backdoor pounding, and usually used that position when she was with anyone else except Rob, Brad or Mike. She preferred to be face to face with the men she truly loved.

Jo raised her legs over her head, opening up to Mike’s gaze and giving him full access to her asshole. Mike reached down between her cheeks and pushed and pulled the but plug into and out of her ass. He would occasionally take the plug completely out and put it in his twin sister’s mouth to taste. The next time he pulled it out, he would suck on it to taste her ass. Mike and Jo loved tasting their body fluids together. It tasted so sexy, even the taste of his own sperm. JoJo loved the taste of her pussy cream as much as Mike did.

When he finally took the plug out for good, he replaced it in her ass with his cock. Mike liked to take it slow with JoJo. They wanted to wring every bit of carnal pleasure out of their bodies as they could. Mike pumped the full length of his dick in and out of Jo’s shithole. He liked to put it in all the way to the hilt and push a little more to stretch the skin tight over the tip of his cock. Fortunately, all the women in his family had deep pussy’s and he could get this sensation with all of them.

As they were fucking, Abbie came in to the room. She was well rested and was looking for something interesting to do. She took the tube of lube and lubed her fingers. One by one, she stuffed them in Mike’s butthole. Mike was not gay, he never had any romantic thought about any other man, but the felling of having your prostate massaged was incredible while you were fucking someone. It didn’t take long before Mike was ready to cum. He told his sisters as much and as soon as he pulled out of his twin’s ass, he flipped over on his back and Abbie took his full load in her mouth.

Jo looked like she’d been robbed, that was her load!

Abbie looked at her greedy sister and showed her the mouthful of cum she had. When Jo opened her mouth to share the sperm, Abbie just smiled and shook her head no.

“I’m sorry I didn’t share earlier,” Jo said desperately to Abbie. “I’ve paid my debt for that. You and Sam tickled me until I peed a little,” Jo told her sister, with pleading in her eyes.

Finally, Abbie gave in and bent over Jo to share their brother’s load. As they kissed, Jo reached between Abbie’s legs and stroked her wet clit. Before he knew what had happened, Jo was between Abbie’s legs, making love to her sister’s pussy and asshole with her tongue. Mike joined in by eating out Jo’s pussy and ass from behind.

There was still an hour left on Sam’s watch before the next jump point, and a few hours after that before they would be orbiting Himmel. With no further duties, Mike and Jo fell asleep in each other’s arms and Abbie went up to keep Sam company. Before she left the room, Abbie watched Jo and Mike sleep together as she had many times growing up. They canlı bahis siteleri were a beautiful couple. They fit perfectly together as Mike held and protected his sister. She and Sam did the same thing as well. She was happy that their parents had started them out sleeping with each other so early. None of the siblings had ever felt isolated or alone in the middle of the night, they just felt surrounded by love.

After reaching Himmel and putting the ship in a parking orbit, Abbie and Sam went back to bed together and made love. When ALI woke the Maxwell kids, the sun was up on the side of Himmel where the colony was located. ALI had picked they largest settlement and had parked directly above it, moving in retrograde motion to maintain its location above that spot on the planet below.

They all checked the ships logs as they always did and discovered that ALI had sensed another ship coming out of the last wormhole jump point and had delayed 61 seconds before taking the same route. ALI was 100% autonomous! They all went down and shared breakfast together as ALI told them about what was waiting for them on Himmel. She had been in touch with other AIs while everyone else slept.

“Current weather conditions on Himmel are sunny, clear and cold, with a temperature of negative 4 degrees,” ALI told them. Today is the annual Wurstfest. There is an orgy this evening that always accompanies the festival.

“Worst Fest?” Abbie asked. “Why would people want to celebrate the worst anything?”

“It’s not W-O-R-S-T,” Mike explained, spelling out the words. “It’s wurst, W-U-R-S-T,” Mike corrected.

“It still sounds the same to me,” Abbie said.

Mike laughed. “Dad told me that Grandpa Allen was from Texas. It sounds like worst when they say it there, but the German pronunciation is VOORST. The Wurstfest is a sausage festival,” he told them. “Dad and I sell a couple different kinds of wurst at the smokehouse,” he said. “I’ve heard that the stuff from Himmel is some of the best,” he said “I’ve never even been able to find any before.”

We came at a good time then,” Jo told her brother. “Now you’ll get to try them for yourself”.

“That sounds delicious!” Abbie said. “It also sounds very cold. Remember what Mom said about shaving our pussies? It looks like the time has come,” she reminded her sisters.

After breakfast, Mike watched with fascination as Jo shaved Abbie’s fiery red bush, causing her to cum loudly on her sister’s fingers. Abbie then shaved Sam’s pussy who then shaved Jo’s pubic hair. When they finished and washed the cream off thoroughly, Abbie looked at Mike. “Brother, we all need a smoothness check,” she said, leading Brad back to the orgy bed. The next hour was an oral sex marathon. Mike checked each of the girls and the girls checked each other several times. As usual, Sam was being quite loud.

“Maybe a dick in her mouth will help quiet her down,” Jo said, leading Mike over to fill her sister’s mouth with his hard cock. The girls kept up their teasing of Sam. They loved to see her cum so hard. It was a win all around. Samantha’s screams of ecstasy caused her throat to vibrate in quite a delightful day and soon he was ready to shoot his load. Mike allowed Sam to catch a few unhindered breaths before plunging his cock back inside her throat and emptying his balls.

Jo was on his cock immediately, draining it completely and cleaning it up. Abbie and Sam were swapping Mike’s cum back and forth, waiting for Jo to join them. When she did, they both allowed the semen in their mouths to flow into Jo’s, who swallowed the entire load and then deeply kissed all of her siblings.

“I love you JoJo,” Mike said as he released her from the kiss.

Joalice just smiled. He had called her JoJo in front of her sisters. They smiled back at her. They knew that their siblings had fallen in love with each other. They were more convinced than ever now, that the two would eventually get married to each other.

After taking a quick shower together and washing each other thoroughly, they all took a cold weather flimsy out of their wardrobe and landed in the large open area outside the festival center. They were greeted by nearly a hundred people as they stepped out of the ship. “It looks like we’re a little underdressed,” Abbie noted, seeing the crowds dressed in traditional German outfits.

“That’s okay,” a beautiful Asian looking woman told them. We’ll all be going inside in a few hours and we’ll take everything off. You won’t stand out as much then,” she said.

They had a wonderful time, eating sausage and drinking beer. They met lots of people, most were their age or younger. The colonists were from all over the Confederation. Some of them had some kind of German heritage, but most were just lovers of wurst and beer. Many of the people they met were farmers. Himmel was an agricultural community, like most of the rest of the planets in the Confederation. Himmel specialized in growing barley and hops along with other crops and livestock. They learned that Himmel supplied most of the ingredients to make beer to nearly every brewery in this part of the Confederation, including New India, Brad and Rob’s current favorite brew.

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Disclaimers: This vacuous stroker is almost total fiction. Everyone is over 18 and shuns condoms. Tags: clusterfuck, cousins, brother-sister, bisexual, pregnant, multiracial, group sex. If you object to any such, stop reading. Details may be incorrect. Opinions may not be the author’s. Read the first four chapters first. Enjoy!

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Stanley Steamer 05: Jeri & Sharli

Stan, cousin Larry, their pregnant sisters, etc

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JERI

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I was on my back on his big bed, my legs open, my pussy alive. Craggy cousin Stan was eating me – oh he slurped so good! – and handling my boobs, and I came and came.

Then he rolled and pulled me on top of him in a big fat juicy 69, his mouth driving me crazy, my mouth worshiping his thick cock, pumping him till he almost spurted, but not quite.

Then he put me in a crouch, and got behind me, and doggy-fucked me, hard and fast, his thighs punching my buns, his hands imprisoning my happy hips. He pounded and pounded but I had primed him well, and soon he stiffened and roared and shot his sperm into me – oh ghod, I was ready for that! More sperm! More of our shared DNA!

Then I pushed him on his back and crawled between his strong, hairy thighs and nuzzled his thick, dark pubes, wet and smelly with my juices, with OUR juices; and I licked and swallowed and kissed and teased his drained cock and balls till he was a ramrod again.

Then I straddled him and aimed his empty cannon into me – oh yeah, that was nice! – and I rode his straining cock for like forever while he fondled my boobs and pinched my nips, and his hips thrust up against me as I rocked and rolled on him, and I came and came forever, and then he finally came again, a lot of work but worth it.

Then, just before I fell off him and lay puddled in orgasmic bliss, the alarm rang and I woke up. Time to go back to work.

I had taken too many break days. The studio demanded full-time-plus to make up for my time with cousins Stan and Pam. So I was booked solid, eight days a week, and twentysix-hour days (well, twelve-hour days), right in the dirty heart of San Boogaloo, er I mean San Bernardino. Too bad the studio had no presence in Yucca Valley, just a few minutes from Stan. Too bad my talents could not transfer to a job at the Indian casino-resort where Lorna and Mariana worked and lived. I could share a condo with them. Then I would be only an hour from Stan… when he was around.

But I was booked and Stan traveled on business a lot. Life is not fair.

So I sublimated. That was the word an army guy used. He had no access to unpaid sex at his miserable base so he sublimated his sex drive by spending every off-duty hour doing creative photo and darkroom work. I sublimated my obsession, no my love, for Stan by throwing myself totally into the studio clamor. My creativity was honed to a razor-sharp edge.

I tried not to dream, but I did. Dreams of the past, the future, and now.

Past: I dreamed of Stan rescuing me and my friends Lorna and Mariana at the border, and driving us impossibly fast in Heidi, his stealthy steam-powered Karmann Ghia, and judging our naked bodies at my brother Larry’s pool, and sucking and fucking us all to death.

Future: I dream of moving in with cousin Stan – our mothers are sisters – but my contract keeps me at the studio for the known future. His sister Pam lives with him, and fucks him, so she and I would be together too. That gets… interesting.

Past: I dreamed of cousin Pam finding me fucking my cousin Stan, her little brother. And Pam demanding to watch us suck and fuck. And then she felt my body, and tasted my semen-filled pussy, and felt her brother’s spent cock, tasting the juices there, OUR juices. And then she left us alone.

Futures: I dream of having Stan’s babies. But we are apart, and I would not raise them alone, and Stan would not shirk the responsibilities of fatherhood. I dream of Pam and me together, having Stan’s babies, all of us living at Rancho Relaxo. I dream of Stan giving my friends and other women babies but I do not mind so long as I have Stan in me.

I dreamed all sorts of fantasy shit. I might as well dream of Santa Claus.

Now: I dream of Stan’s breakfast delights. But I have time for a Pop-Tart and instant coffee, no more. Good thing a taco wagon stops at the studio at lunch and dinner times. Life sucks.

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“Funny farm; quack quack.” That was Stan saying HELLO on his landline.

“Stan! Stan! My director says she’s sick so the studio cut me loose for a day! Are you home? Oh duh, of course you’re home, or you wouldn’t answer. Stan! Are you going to be home? Please please?”

“The number you reached has been discombobulated. Please check the number on my phone when you get here, cuz.” That was Stan being funny.

“Ha. Okay, should I bring anything?”

“How about substances that can’t be mentioned on the phone, a trampoline, and your pretty butt? Those should hold us till morning.” Funny again. Ha.

“Ha. bahis firmaları Stan, if I didn’t love you to death, I’d have to murder you. Slowly. Painfully.”

“Say that again; the surveillance teams might have missed it.”

“Up yours. See ya in a couple of hours.”

“This is radio KCUF signing off because the DJ isn’t drunk enough. Sayonara.”

Did I hear giggling in the background?

If I did not love him, I really would HAVE to murder him. I remember an old National Enquirer story about a man who beat his wife to death with raw broccoli. It took seven years. I might use raw carrots on Stan. It would be faster and they’re easier to insert.

A night with Stan! Finally! I hope the director is sick tomorrow, too. Two nights with Stan! And the day in-between!

Lorna gets three nights with Stan every weekend when he is around. Her editor job at the rez lets her have him from Friday night to Monday morning, the bitch, the lucky big-titted blonde bitch. I know she loves him, hopelessly or not. She is almost his weekend wife.

Her naturally-tan Latina roommate Mariana has staggered and late shifts as a croupier at the rez so she does not get him as much. His big sister Pam, who he rescued big-time, also has weird long paramedic shifts; she often sleeps over at the ambulance station in Yucca Valley. At Rancho Relaxo, she recuperates in her own bed and rewards him in his.

And that Korean dish, Babs the botany professor. She must be in her eighth month by now and her hormones must be hyper-actinic. She will be hornier than ever.

I am wet just thinking about our upcoming fuckings and all the rest. Like his custom gourmet burritos washed down with cheap boxed wine. After the first hot jalapeño bite, the wine is great. And soaking in his horseless horse water tank. Sex may happen there. And me riding him cowgirl-style while we’re in that big handwoven hammock from the Yucatan swinging behind his big steel barn – that is tricky. And his thick cock and everything attached to it. Him, I mean.

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Morning was far enough along that San Boogaloo traffic was not toxic, and the speed cops were asleep, so I made it to Rancho Relaxo in not much over an hour. I hoped Stan would not mind that I was early.

I managed to not get too excited, and to drive slow along the rough access track. I pulled my Subaru around the last big boulder and saw two cars in front of his big rock-sheltered fieldstone ‘cabin’. I recognized Mariana’s Mazda but not the other Subaru. It did not look like Pam’s. Obviously owned by a mountaineer or dirt-roader. Someone new?

No, it was only Babs. Only? Hah! She was definitely too far gone to ride her motorbike. But not too far gone for good sex.

Asian bombshell Babs gaspingly rode prone Mariana’s spicy mouth while Stan plowed steadily into the horizontal Latina vixen, my friend. Stan bent to gently suckle on Babs’s bloated boobs. They formed a fine triangle. Babs kneaded her cunt-licker’s bobbling breasts while Mari’s hands rubbed Babs’s belly. Babs really got off on that – the more pregnant she was, the more she loved being suckled and rubbed. She moaned merrily.

I had guessed at such action from the animal sounds I heard even from the silently-hinged front door. I doffed my sandals and softly padded to his bedroom door. There they were!

I got wetter as I watched. I thought, “Why not?” I quickly got naked and crawled on the bed.

Stan un-mouthed from one big beautiful milk dispenser and said, “You’re early.” Then he slurped the other nozzle. I nestled beside him and took in my mouth the tit he had just abandoned. Damn, she tasted good! I want to taste that good, too!

As I sucked, my hands joined Mari’s on Babs’s fertile belly, then moved to stroke the mom-to-be’s sides and hips, and her thighs astride Mari’s head. I felt hands on my body but my eyes were closed and I did not bother to identify whom. I felt like Mari and Babs and I were avatars of Woman, all one soul, one flesh, different packages but the same contents.

Mari’s tongue played at Babs’s twat. Stan and my tongues played at her transcendent tits. Baba leaned back. We leaned forward to continue nursing. Babs reached the tipping point. Her scream should have shattered glass. I would check the kitchen later.

Babs pushed our mouths away and fell beside us. Her body heaved. Her lungs gasped. Her pussy gaped – so inviting… but I did not muff-dive, did not lick women below navels. Yet.

Mari reached for me. “Oh Jeri, Jeri..” I bent to kiss her mouth, her boobs, her navel, while Stan continued fucking her. I moved around so she could mouth my breasts while I sucked hers. My hands stroked her sides. Her hands teased my butt and my pussy. Mariana, you bad girl! Babs had rolled so she could stroke us both. Oh Babs! And Stan kept pumping into Mari, her legs in the air.

Stan braced himself lower and bit my neck as Mari and I nursed each other. Oh ghod! I felt Babs move behind him. She may have stuck a thumb up his ass. He roared and kaçak iddaa came Came CAME, an endless eruption filling a relentless cavern. I was so jealous of her. All that sperm!

Babs pulled me to her side of the bed.

“Jeri girt, come up here, I want to taste you.”

Experience her tender tongue and lilting lips again? Oh ghod yes! I straddled her head; her eyes stayed with mine. I settled lower. Oh, what her mouth did to my pussy! Oh, what her hands did to my boobs! I felt Stan and Mari move beside her. They seemed to be rubbing her bountiful belly and breasts, just as she liked.

Babs’s lips, tongue, hands, and soul were so gentle on me. My orgasm was dreamland. I fell beside her. She pressed her pregnancy against me, and held me, and kissed me. Her breath was so sweet.

She held my head. “All good things must end, kid,” she whispered, and kissed me again, and rolled to the edge of the bed and stood. “Late morning class. I’m always on time.”

The rest of us naked slobs had strewn clothes in scattered piles but Babs’s garments were neatly arrayed. On went decent knickers – “Not prudent to go commando in class” – and grey cargo shorts, much like Stan’s, but I did not know a maternity version was made. Then a monster sports bra – “Can’t have these girls waving freely, they’re too distracting” – and a big T-shirt with a crossed-out ZPG inside a red circle. I think she did not care much for the Zero Population Growth cult.

“Gotta go, kids.”

She kissed our mouths. We felt her butt. Her wiggling departure was not quite a waddle. She squatted to don her red high-top sneakers at the front door. That was hilarious.

Mari said, “The way she smells now is pretty distracting too. I’d better shower before I start my next shift. Jeri, c’mere.” My friend pulled me close for a naked full-body hug and a deep kiss. “Stan, don’t be shy.” Their embrace was hot! “Race you guys to the shower!”

I was in no hurry. I was barely sweaty!

“Stan, Stan, Stan,” I murmured, before he swept me away forever.

Well, almost forever. Stan eventually pushed back.

“You don’t smell too bad, cuz, but I stink and the sheets need changing. Shower first.”

Mari was taking her sweet time under a misting spray.

“About time you guys got here. Jeri, lather my head and armpits. Stan, wash my boobs and buns.” She could be pushy.

We cleaned, rinsed, tasted, rinsed more, and dried and tasted again, but that was enough for now. Mari and I agreed, together on our knees, that Stan’s mighty manhood tasted clean and deserved a big double-kiss. He pulled us up and sniffed our armpits. We passed.

“Employment calls,” freshly-dressed Mari said. She slid into sandals, and sailed out the heavy ironwood door.

Stan and I were still naked.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he whined, backing away defensively. “I’m all fucked out. Have mercy! I’m no kid anymore. And I worked up an appetite. Want any food?”

We dressed in socks – no footwear on the oak floors, please – and scraped something together. That meant Stan made al pastor burritos to die for, and I ground the Chiapas coffee beans and Veracruz cocoa beans, brewed the mocha, and added enough raw sugar, heavy cream, and Oaxaca mezcal to make it worthwhile.

Stan said, “The sign across the Pan-American Highway in Mitla, Oaxaca proclaims MEZCAL CAPITOL OF THE WORLD and who am I to argue?” I nodded. I recalled his tale of dodging burning barricades while driving through Oaxaca City. I guess mezcal was worth it.

Stan carried the loaded tray out the kitchen door (where slippers awaited our feet) to a patio table and chairs sheltered by the inevitable monster boulders. We could see far across mountains and desert but only satellites and spy planes could see us. An open-air naked brunch is always best – AFTER whisk-brooming blown debris off the furniture.

A remote materialized from somewhere and Stan punched-up music. Ravi Shankar’s sitar swirled a morning raga from hidden speakers. This was almost as good as sex.

We talked of this and that. Food disappeared. Mocha drained away. The sun was overhead and the breeze was insufficient. And we heard tires crunching on his primitive driveway.

“It’s probably Pam,” Stan said, “but let’s get decent, just in case.”

Back inside, we each threw on shorts and tees, nothing more, and acted innocent. Pam came in from the front and skipped off her sensible shoes. She looked exhausted, and still beautiful, enough like her big little brother but much prettier.

“Jeri!” She tossed her bag aside and stumbled to me. We hugged and kissed. I had not seen her for weeks. Blame our work schedules.

“How long are you here for?” She was already stripping off her paramedic uniform. “Wait a minute – I’ve got to wash this stuff.” She stumbled naked to the laundry room. The washer rumbled. She stumbled back. “Any time off?”

“Tonight at least,” I said. “It depends on how long Tranh wants to be sick. Hey, you look beat. Want someone to shampoo your scalp?” kaçak bahis

She nodded. “Too many code runs in that 36-hour shift. Not enough rest. Too much blood. Wash my cares away, hey?”

Stan and I lost our coverings quickly. “Your servants await, m’lady.”

We washed her, kissed her, held her up, dried her, and half-carried her to her own bed, not Stan’s. “See you tomorrow, guys.” We were quiet till midnight.

We snuggled together on the impossibly comfortable soft-leather sofa. Stan sighed.

“After a rough one, she’s often down for twelve hours. It’s really tough work but she loves it, wouldn’t do anything else, anywhere else. Here, in the hinterlands of the high desert, she makes a difference.” He kissed my lips.

“And now, my dear cousin, *I* need to make a difference. I’ll be sitting at the computer for a couple of hours. If you want to kneel naked between my knees and fellate me the whole time, I will not stop you.” He leered at me.

“My knees won’t last that long. Can I sit cross-legged there?”

“Not enough room. You’ll just have to jill-off or something while I’m busy.”

“No, let’s do this.”

I pushed him over on his back and sat on his chest. That was easy; the sofa was wide.

“You lick my pussy till I squirt on you, and I won’t yell or anything. Then you go do your computer thing. And THEN I’ll fellate you for an hour whether you like it or not. Hmmm?”

“Sounds like a plan, but keep it quiet” he said. His hands took control of my pretty butt. He pulled me forward and impaled my cunt on his magic tongue. Oh ghod!

He was too good. I came wheezing, and I squirted a little, much too soon.

“Hey, no fair,” I whined quietly. “I didn’t expect Speedy Gonzales.”

“A deal’s a deal. And I have work to do. Get off me now, wench. And get your mouth in shape. An hour you promised, an hour I get.”

I had already slid down for full-body contact. I kissed his mouth. I tasted me on his lips. I tasted good. I kissed him harder and then stood by the sofa. He rose beside me, pulled me to him with a strong hand under each buttock, and kissed me harder yet. I wrapped my arms around his neck so he could not escape. My boobs pressed into him. We hummed.

My lips left his. “I love you,” I whispered.

“You’re not bad yourself,” he said, and put our mouths back together. Then he dropped me.

“The salt mines call me. I must go swing that sledge, shovel that salt, all so you can have your margaritas.” He slapped my ass (quietly) and headed for his office.

—

Stan persuaded his keyboard. I sketched some ideas for the studio. This was not how I had intended a decadent sleepover with Stan but I took what I could of his time and self.

We built a small dinner, drank a small wine, puffed a small joint, fucked big-time but quietly, and napped through the evening. We were awakened after the witching hour by a naked sorceress crawling into bed with us.

“Hey Jeri, did you leave any for me?” She kissed me.

I remembered that day, oh so long ago, when she first found her big little brother fucking their little cousin, me. Something swept over me. I felt an urge for a replay, but switched. I pushed her to Stan and set myself in the club chair.

“I want to watch you suck and fuck.”

Brother and sister looked and each other, at me, at each other again. Stan pushed his sister back and settled her at just the right angle. He kissed her mouth, her neck, her breasts for some time, her navel, her inner thighs, her muff, her labia, her clitoris. His tongue plumbed her vaginal depths and then returned to the surface for much more licking and slurping. He made sure I saw every move.

Pam pulled her big little brother’s head by his ears, pulled him close, pulled him tight, until she shivered and shook and screamed. Damn, I would have to check the kitchen glass again.

“C’mon, it’s showtime,” he said, pulling his big sister around so they were both crotch-to-mouth. I watched as she licked and sucked and swallowed her brother’s cock. I saw her lips press against his pubes with his cock down her throat. She stayed there till she had to gasp.

She rolled off and flipped ends. “Fuck me, little brother,” she whispered, “fuck me hard.”

Her legs were open. I watched her guide his penetration. In a little, then more, then all the way, and out a bit, and back in, and back out, and in and out, in and out, the ancient rhythm.

Pam clenched him as if to save her life. Stan fucked her like a maniac. Their faces mashed. Their groins crashed. Sparks flashed. And Stan came and came into his big sister and then fell softly on her. I knew what his collapse felt like. It felt like love.

He raised himself to suck her tits and then nuzzled her cheek.

He lay on her awhile. She pushed him off and looked at me. They guessed what was next.

“Come here, Pam. I want to feel you.”

Pam sat on the edge of the bed. I crouched between her legs, and rubbed up her legs from her feet to her hips, then up her sides, and then fondled her heaving breasts.

“Forward now; I want to taste you.”

She leaned so her boobs were in my face. I licked and tasted. Stan’s mouth had been there.

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Perhaps if I hadn’t been still feeling the effects of a long afternoon’s drinking, I would have had more sense. I am certain that it was my drunkenness that caused me to make a mistake that no-one would have made sober, and which changed my relationship with my little sister forever. Then again, that could just be an excuse for me acting on a subconscious desire I had hidden for years.

++++++++++

Mitch, tank-boy, Cooper and I had been out of the army for a week when we all met up for a drinking session at Coop’s house. As usual, we went too far and I ended up staggering home far the worse for wear. And it was only early evening.

When I closed the front door and fell up the stairs, I could hear giggles coming from the brat’s bedroom. Oh, no. The little cow had another of her soppy team-mates round.

Stacy was nearly ten years younger than I. In fact, she had only had her eighteenth birthday last month. As usual, Dad and Mum spoiled her rotten with a huge party and lavish gifts. She may be my little sister, but to me she was always “the brat.” No matter how nice I was to her, she would always make some snotty comment and show me up. We just did not get along at all.

I swayed as the stairs spun about me and I had to steady myself with the banister. Taking a deep breath, I carefully placed one foot in front of the other and made my way up to my bedroom to lie down and take a nap.

As I passed the brat’s bedroom door, I noticed it was slightly open and I could see Stacy and her friend limbering up. The brat was an immensely talented gymnast and was on the regional team, often bringing one of her team-mates home to have a sleep over. I usually hated the little airheads as much as I hated her; they were all self-centred little ego maniacs that believed all the bull she told them about me.

But the girl that was in there with Stacy tonight was stunning! She was a slim brunette with hair almost as long as the brat’s. They were stretching and seemed to be practicing some of the positions that they would use in the contests. This vision was dressed, like my little sister, in a tiny pair of panties and a cut-off T-shirt that barely reached the bottom of her small breasts. I could not help but stare as she flexed and stretched her lithe body into graceful arcs that most girls would find impossible.

Then, she noticed me watching. Her beautiful face melted into the most wonderful smile and she winked at me. With a smooth, elegant swing, she lifted one foot behind her body and curled it around, bending backward until the flat of her sole touched the top of her head. She never wobbled in the least as she balanced perfectly on one leg and displayed her athletic ability to me.

My throat wasn’t the only place to get a lump.

Dropping her long leg back to the floor, she moved forward and stepped out into the hallway. Behind her, I could see my little sister sat on the floor in the splits. Her legs were at one hundred and eighty degrees to each other and her forehead was touching her knee with her fingertips grazing her toe.

The girl circled me as I stood still and tried not to sway too much.

“Hi. Stacy’s a dark horse. She didn’t tell me her brother was such a muscle-bound hunk.”

Looking up at the sound of her friend’s voice, my little sister pulled a disgusted face, “Come away, Kim. He’s a filthy perv that likes to spy on my friends!”

Kim’s eyebrow raised and she gave me a beaming grin, “That so, hunk? Do you like to watch us work out?”

“Er…” I replied, displaying my vast conversational skills.

The brat got up and sauntered over to her doorway. “Eew! The slob’s drunk, again! Still, it may improve his intelligence.”

The brunette vision looked over her shoulder at the brat and flashed her a curious glance. Stacy smiled and folded her arms across her breast. That was when I noticed the small pink T-shirt she was wearing. It had the picture of a little black kitten holding a purse behind its back beneath the words, “Tight young pussy.” Dad would freak if he saw it.

“I’m not saying he’s dumb, but when he went for his I.Q. test in the army, he was stood outside for nearly two hours. He thought it was a test to see how long he could wait in line!”

The little cow used that joke on all her friends; she thought it was far funnier than it was.

“So, you were a big tough soldier, then?” Kim purred seductively, turning back to me as she stroked a finger over my shirt pocket. “Did you kill anyone?”

“Oh, he massacred a whole platoon single-handedly,” pitched Stacy.

I frowned at her, wondering what she was up to, but Kim glanced back with a look of admiration so I remained silent.

“Really?”

“Oh, yeah. He took off his shoes and socks and his stinky feet wiped out the whole barracks!”

Kim dissolved into giggles and Stacy leant against the bedroom doorframe with a smug look of triumph on her face. I bristled with anger and embarrassment as I searched for a witty illegal bahis put down, but my inebriated state only left me able to blurt, “Well, I may have stinky feet, but at least I don’t have the body of a fourteen year old!”

I regretted it the moment it left my lips, but by then it was too late. Stacy was hyper-sensitive about her figure and I had often walked in on her crying on mum’s shoulder about the teasing she received at school. She was small for her age and had a willowy, slender body that was almost boyish from lack of feminine curves. What seemed to upset her the most were her tiny breasts; they looked like two small peaches upon her chest. It is quite common for some gymnasts to develop slowly, but Stacy’s body seemed to linger a long way behind any of her team-mates’.

I felt like a total shit when her face screwed up and her lip trembled as she tried to hold back the tears.

“Stace…” I began, but she cut me off before I could finish.

“Drop dead, you rotten creep!” she wailed and spun around so fast that her long blonde ponytail whipped out behind her as she fled into her room. Turning to grasp the handle, she shot me a look of anguished betrayal and slammed her bedroom door so hard that the whole wall shook.

Kimberly winced at the loud bang and looked up into my eyes, once more. “That wasn’t very nice,” she said, but her tone was still flirting with me. “You’re a very naughty boy.”

Trailing her hand slowly down my chest, she reached the front of my jeans and cupped my crotch. Her smile broadened and she gave me a little squeeze. Then, with a wink, she opened the door to Stacy’s room and silently mouthed the words “Call me.” I could just see my little sister lying face down on the bed and sobbing into the crook of her arm, before Kimberly blew me a kiss and closed the door.

For a full minute, I stood perfectly motionless and stared at the space she had vacated. I could still feel the squeezing of her hand over my cock. Jeez, she was hot! I wanted to fuck her so bad that I had completely recovered from feeling down about taunting the brat. After all, she started it! It was typical of the kid to try to make fun of me in front of her friends. Well, she didn’t get away with it this time.

I managed to walk in more or less a straight line back to my room and collapsed on my bed, thoughts of Kim running through my head. As I stripped off my clothes, I pictured allsorts of different positions I would be able to fuck that flexible nymph in!

Rubbing my aching cock, I finally succumbed to the affects of the beer and fell asleep.

++++++++++

When I awoke, the room was in total darkness and the house was silent. I tried to focus my bleary eyes on the red numbers of my bedside clock. One fifteen in the morning. My head was spinning and I needed to pee really badly.

Groaning, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on my boxer shorts. Rubbing my mouth, which felt all thick and rubbery, I shambled to the bathroom and stood there swaying slightly as I relieved myself.

Memories of seeing Kim bend her leg up and touch her head made me begin to get aroused. The teenager had definitely been coming onto me and I was certain that I would get lucky with her. My cock was getting hard and I couldn’t wait to fuck her.

Why wait? my alcohol muddled brain asked. She’s in the room across the hall, so go in there and screw her. Can’t, I silently replied to the voice in my head, Stacy is in there too. So be quiet, blockhead! She’s asleep on the camp bed that Mum and Dad always insist she sets up. You know how they say it’s only polite to let the guest sleep in the proper bed. You could fuck that pretty young thing and your sister would never know!

I couldn’t argue with logic like that, so I took a deep breath and swayed over to the door of my little sister’s bedroom. Turning the handle quietly, I pushed the door ajar and peeked in. The room was pitch black. I knew that the bed was only a pace or two away and Stacy had set up the camp bed on the other side of that, so I sneaked in and closed the door behind me without fear of tripping over the brat.

Dropping my boxer shorts to the floor, I lifted the covers and slid in beside the sleeping girl. After the coolness of the night time bathroom, the warmth of her body under the sheets was welcoming. I snuggled up to her back and put my arm around her.

She was naked! Her skin felt so hot and smooth against mine that my cock throbbed with anticipation.

I stroked my hand gently up her side and felt that she had her arm bent and raised to her mouth. She was sucking her thumb in her sleep and had her index finger curled up over her nose! I guess it must be a chick thing because Stacy does it all the time. I shook my head. Who would have thought that women of their age would still have such childish behaviour?

Ignoring it, I let my fingers slide forward around her cute form and cupped hold of her small breast. Now I knew that the alcohol was illegal bahis siteleri getting to me, because her titties seemed to be hardly any bigger than my sister’s. They had certainly looked larger when she had been flirting with me earlier. Not that I really minded, because I prefer tits smaller, but common sense was trying to penetrate my addled haze and tell me something. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as strong as what my hard cock was shouting at me, so I put the nagging doubt aside and caressed the small mound.

It was so soft under my fingers. The perky, slightly upthrust tip was capped by a long nipple that stemmed from a small areola. Perhaps it was down to the small size of her breast that the nipple seemed so long, but it felt wonderful, anyway. I rolled it slowly between my finger and thumb, sighing in pleasure when I felt it begin to stiffen and swell for me. As my hand worked its magic on her, I leant forward across the pillow and nestled my face through the clouds of her long hair to place a kiss on the nape of her neck.

She gave a small whimper in her sleep and snuggled backward against my chest. That encouraged me to kiss more firmly and lick her skin. She tasted as sweet as she smelled; the very feminine smell of body oils and hair products filled my senses as I savoured her aromatic perfume. Oh, I wanted this girl so much!

My fingers slid off her now hard nipple and descended across the firm flat plain of her belly. I was unable to resist tenderly caressing her navel as my hand reached the curve down to her pussy. She was sleeping with her knees slightly raised so I had to press a little firmly, but it was easy for my large hand to prise her thigh to one side and slip onto the puffy folds of her womanhood.

I was shocked and delighted to find that she was shaved completely smooth! The sexy little minx!

My fingertips found the central slit between her labia and homed onto it as if they had been dying of thirst and just found water. In the darkness, my whole body was focusing on the feelings that came through my probing digits, so I revelled in the way the soft flesh parted and brushed the sides of my finger. Her slit was warm and dry, but I knew I could quickly change that. With a little fumbling, I found the fleshy hood that covered her clit and drew feather-like circles around it.

“Mm-hmmm” she moaned quietly in her sleep as her upper leg straightened and rolled to the side to allow me free access. A grin threatened to split my head in two as my caresses caused the teenager to unknowingly surrender to her growing lust. Her small foot slid along the upper side of my leg and I slipped my knee between her thighs to hold them open. Now my hand could move over her pussy with ease.

I teased her little jewel relentlessly for several minutes, until I could feel her central crease become quite slippery and wet. Then, as my lips moved to her throat and began to suckle with more firmness, I slid my fingertip down her slick path and curled it into the opening of her velvet sheath. I traced a spiral path around that tight circle of flesh as my finger began to sink into her.

Oh, she felt so wonderful to my questing touch! Her little cunny was a juicy delight as I caressed her crinkled, inner walls. Her pussy made a soft squelching sound as I stirred it to arousal and it glazed my hand with girlish honey.

I could have just lain there and fingered this wonderful girl for an eternity, but I suddenly sensed her awakening. Sliding my free hand beneath her head, I cupped it around her mouth and moved my lips to her ear. As my hand closed on her, she gave a jerk and her legs snapped shut on my thrusting fingers.

“Wh… mmmphfff?”

“Shhh,” I whispered to calm her, “It’s Jack. Don’t make a sound. If we wake anybody up, I’ll have to stop. Do you want me to stop?”

I curled the buried finger around and stroked that sensitive spot on the front wall of her pussy. After only a brief moment, she shook her head in my hand and relaxed her legs. I had her! Slipping my finger from her, I took hold of her hand and placed it on my thigh before returning my digit to its task.

“We need to be very quiet. Can you do that?” I whispered, so quietly that I was barely audible, even to her. “One tap for no and two taps for yes. Okay?”

Her hand on my thigh lightly tapped twice. Good, she understood.

Immediately, I disobeyed my own rule and breathed, “I wanted to fuck you the moment I saw you limbering up, this afternoon. You are so beautiful and I simply must have you. Do you want me?”

The pause that followed was a little too long for my liking, but finally she hesitantly tapped twice.

I rewarded her by thrusting my fingers back and forth in her tight sheath and leaned over her. The hand that had been cupping her mouth now pushed her face toward mine and our lips met in a gentle kiss. Lust for her was so strong in me that I could not keep the tenderness up for long, and soon began to kiss her with a canlı bahis siteleri hungry passion. Her sweet lips parted and her tongue met my own as I thrust it deep into her mouth. I could taste cherries and realised that she must have borrowed some of that lip balm that the brat was forever applying.

In the darkness of my sister’s bedroom, we kissed and I stirred her juicy pussy with a growing need. My cock was painfully hard as it lay in the furrow between her buttocks and pointed up her back, feeling like a fiery bar trapped between us.

How much time passed as we lay with me curled around her back, slotting my thick fingers in and out of her as my tongue swirled in her mouth, I couldn’t guess, but it was heaven. I enjoyed drawing long clear strands of sticky girl cream from her tight depths and playfully used her own wetness to draw a capital letter J on her inner thigh. It was a sexy brand that made her completely mine.

My furtive caresses had aroused her far more than I would have thought, because her pussy was making sloppy squishes and squelches as I finger-fucked her. Now, I needed more. My hand left her sopping cleft and guided the head of my cock to her tight opening. Ever the gentleman, I paused and lifted my mouth from her hungry kissing.

“Are you sure you want this?” I whispered, praying that she still did. Her small hand tapped me twice so quickly that I grinned at her neediness and thrust into her silken sheath.

I was amazed at how tight she was! She gave a little grunt and her breath hitched as her fingernails dug into my hip, painfully. My hand clasped onto her shoulder and held her firm as I buried my rigid shaft to the hilt in her young cunt. The feelings as my glans parted her soft flesh and ploughed to the very heart of her velvet depths were so sensual that I gasped and fell back against the pillow. Her long flowing hair was trapped beneath my cheek as I began to pump her small frame with a steady rhythm.

I had never fucked anyone who felt this good! The hand that was still sticky with her pussy juice slipped upward to grasp hold of one of her tiny breast and squeezed roughly. Her bouncing hips thrust back at me even harder and she emitted a little squeal.

“Shhh!” I hissed, afraid she would wake the brat.

I could hear her breath rasping as she returned my eager thrusts, trying to bury my pounding cock as deep in her as she could. She was getting more and more turned on as I fucked her. Her arm brushed my hand that was grasping her breast as she raised it and bit down on her closed fist to try to quieten her moans of lust. I’d been with my fair share of women, and I had never had one get this carried away before. What was it about this fuck that seemed to drive her mad with desire? Was it the way we were doing it in secret? Or was there something about it that meant more to her?

I decided it didn’t matter and just let the sensations of her grasping pussy wash over me. I shoved myself into her wet sheath with a delirious delight. She was heavenly! The soft, slippery folds of her pussy walls slithered about me in twitching joy as my hot cock plundered her. My hips banged into her small buttocks and sent waves rippling through her tiny body.

Our mixed grunts and moans grew steadily louder as we lost ourselves in the passion and I no longer cared if we woke Stacy. All that mattered was getting as much of my cock into her sucking cunt as I could.

Finally, once more, her fingers tightened on my hip and her nails dug into my skin. As they did so, she whimpered and her whole body shook with such a trembling that I thought she was having a seizure! Then a grasping ripple spasmed its way through her clutching sheath and surrounded my thrusting shaft with a thrilling caress.

Her orgasm hit us both with such force that we never stood a chance.

“I’m gonna cum, I gotta pull out!” I hissed summoning every ounce of restraint I had to start to withdraw from her. Her hand slapped my hip hard, once. No. Her pussy convulsed in waves around me and I felt the cum in my balls beginning to gather for its eruption.

“You want me to cum in you?” I gasped as I humped her quivering frame with hard bounces. Two slaps.

Her signal of desire was too much for me and I buried my face in the nape of her neck as I slammed my throbbing shaft up to the hilt in her. Unbidden, my hand shot off her breast and tightened around her stomach dragging her hard against me.

Cum fountained into her spasming depths in thick creamy waves. Jet after jet pumped out into this beautiful young gymnast’s body, my spunk splashing out and coating her insides in a salty tide that filled her little cunny to overflowing.

Gradually, our bodies slowed their thrashing and we lay locked together as we gasped for breath. Minutes passed in silence before I realised with gratitude that our passion still had not woken the brat. Stacy must be able to sleep through a thunderstorm!

I gently swept some of her sweat soaked hair away from her ear and brought my lips to it. Giving her earlobe a quick suck, I whispered, “You’re mine, now, aren’t you?”

Two gentle taps on my hip.

“From now on your pussy belongs to me and I can fuck it whenever I want. Right?”

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I had dragged my carcass out of bed early on the day after Thanksgiving so that I could get one of the first appointments with my mechanic. I figured I’d rather spend an early hour over there than a few hours later in the day when things had started getting backed up. I’d settled in the waiting area with my coffee and had my head buried in the newspaper when I heard a familiar voice. I peeked over the paper and saw Amanda at the counter going over the work to be done on her car. Amanda was a contractor who worked out of my office a couple of days a week and I was typically in a meeting with her at least once a week. She was cute, with long, dark brown hair and a great rack so I could think of worse people to pass the time with in the waiting area at the mechanic.

By the time she’d made the arrangements for her own car, I had set the paper down and was awaiting her realization that it was me over there. I wasn’t disappointed by her reaction as her face brightened and a big smile broke out.

“I was about to ask what you’re doing here,” she said, shaking her head, “I guess I’m not quite awake yet.”

“You and me both,” I replied, “You live near here?”

“Pretty close,” she said, “but I would come here even if I didn’t. You?”

“Not far, actually,” I replied, “and I definitely agree with you.”

“Of course if I lived closer,” she said, “I could go home and go back to bed. Too bad there’s not a motel around here that rents by the hour.”

“Mmmm…yeah, I totally agree,” I replied, using my lothario voice.

“Naughty!” she said, “Though that wouldn’t be a bad way to kill some time, actually.”

“So are you saying that, if there was a cheap motel nearby and I invited you there to kill some time, you’d accept my invitation,” I asked.

“Oh come on,” she started, “haven’t you ever noticed that, whenever I get to a meeting after you, I always sit next to you? Because I have noticed that, when you arrive after I do, you always sit across from me. Why is that?”

“Because I like to look at you. Why do you sit next to me?” I asked.

“Because I like being close to you,” she replied.

“So, knowing all that,” I said, “how do you propose we kill time in the absence of a cheap motel?”

“Well,” she began, “I think right here in the waiting area might be frowned upon but, if you aren’t picky, there’s always the restroom.”

The restroom illegal bahis was a pretty good size and there wasn’t anyone else waiting who was likely to need it. In fact, I’d just seen one of the employees finish cleaning it as I’d arrived, so it wouldn’t even be gross. If she was okay with getting it on in the restroom, I certainly wasn’t going to find a problem with it. The guy working the counter had stepped into the shop, so we got up and headed to the restroom before he came back. He might wonder what had happened to us, but we weren’t really concerned with him at that point. I locked the door behind us and Amanda was immediately in my arms as we started making out. My hands dropped to her ass and pulled her against the growing bulge in my jeans.

“Since this was your idea,” I said when we finally broke apart, “you get the first orgasm.”

I briefly caressed her tits before hunkering down in front of her and going to work on her belt. She stepped out of her shoes as I got her belt undone and opened her jeans. I slid them down, revealing a pretty basic pair of panties, and handed them to her once I’d helped her step out of them. I ran my fingers over the front of her panties, feeling the coarseness of her bush, the soft flesh and the moist heat, as she laid her jeans over the sink. I slid her panties over her ass, caressing the soft, smooth flesh, then started to lower the front, revealing her well-groomed, dark brown bush. I was looking forward to burying my face in it, so I helped her step out of her panties then handed them to her. She leaned back against the sink and spread her legs a bit more as I was kissing the soft, smooth flesh around her pussy before running my tongue up along her slit.

She moaned softly and grasped my head as I tasted her pungent juices which were copiously flowing from her pussy. After running my tongue up her slit a few times and getting a good taste of her, I slipped a finger up into her hot, slippery pussy then followed it with another. As I started to slowly pump them in and out, I ran my tongue over her clit and she sucked in her breath. She was humping toward my face as I licked and sucked her clit while fingering her hot pussy and, as much as I would have enjoyed spending a good, long time eating her, I got the sense that it wasn’t going to take her very long to cum. This was probably for the best since we were in a public restroom and could be interrupted at any time. I also assumed, based on what she’d said earlier and how we’d ended up in there, that this probably would not be my only opportunity. I focused on providing her intense levels of pleasure in as short a time as I could so that I’d have my cock buried in her hot pussy even sooner.

I glanced up as I was eating her, beyond her hard nipples practically bursting through her shirt, and saw a look of raw passion on her face. The occasional soft moan would escape and echo off of the tile but I was making most of the noise with my slurping and my fingers sloshing in her wet pussy. I could feel her beginning to tense up in anticipation of cumming and, again, would have been more illegal bahis siteleri than happy to continue eating her, but my cock was threatening to burst from my jeans. I knew that I’d be just as happy having her riding my cock as I played with her tits and caressed her hard nipples, so I focused on getting her the rest of the way there. It wasn’t much longer before she gasped and her body began to quake.

I continued eating her through her orgasm and sat back on my heels only once she’d let out a long sigh. She smiled down at me then helped me up and, as we started making out again, she was unfastening my jeans. She pushed them down along with my underwear, taking my cock in her hand as it sprung out. She stroked it briefly before nudging me back toward the toilet so that I could sit down. She took my cock in her hand again as she straddled me, guiding it toward her dark brown bush. My hands were on her tits, fondling them through her shirt, but as her hot, wet pussy engulfed my tool, I had to suppress a moan. I lowered my hands to her waist as she started to slowly ride me, then reached for her bare ass and squeezed it.

Her hot pussy sliding up and down my cock felt amazing and, once she had a good rhythm going, I moved my hands up from her ass, under her shirt, and unfastened her bra. As it went slack, I brought my hands around and slid them under the cups to feel the soft, smooth flesh of her bare tits against my palms. As I was fondling her tits and caressing her hard nipples, she dropped a hand down between her thighs and caressed her clit as she was riding me. With all of this going on, we went back to making out, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I had no idea how long we’d been in there by that point but, despite the desire to spend as much time together as possible, we knew that, the longer we spent in there, the greater the chances were of being interrupted. Given that, we were fucking frantically and, though I could feel her pussy getting wetter and more engorged around my tool, I wasn’t rapidly approaching an orgasm myself.

Maybe it was her tits that were distracting me somewhat, though I was certainly enjoying the feeling of her hot pussy wrapped around and sliding up and down my tool. When Amanda slammed herself down and whimpered while her body shook, I was thinking that, even if we were interrupted, at least she was cumming, which meant greater potential for future encounters. Of course, I certainly would have preferred cumming myself to being interrupted, so I still had that as my ultimate goal now that the goal of satisfying her had been achieved. Thinking that being in control of the action would make achieving the new goal more likely, I suggested a change of position.

I had Amanda climb off of me and turn around as I stood up. She rested her head on her arm which was braced against the sink as I guided my cock back into her from behind. I took her by the hips as I eased my cock into her while noticing that her free hand had slipped back between her thighs. Once my hips were touching her ass, I started to slowly fuck her, again canlı bahis siteleri relishing the feel of her hot, slippery pussy as I slid in and out of it. I gradually increased my pace and, once I had a good rhythm going, I reached up under her shirt to fondle her swinging tits again. If somebody had started pounding on the door at that moment, I wouldn’t have given a second thought to stopping and they would have had to wait until I was finished. I could feel my orgasm beginning to build, though it was not immediately imminent. With my hands up under her shirt, I wasn’t fucking her as hard and fast as I could if I just wanted to get off; I was definitely still savoring the opportunity and the feel of both her pussy and her tits.

When I was getting closer to cumming, I straightened up again with the intention of fucking her hard and fast until I did shoot my load into her. Her pussy was feeling even hotter and wetter, so I knew it wouldn’t take very much longer. She surprised me when she pushed back against me and her body started to shake again. I continued fucking her as she came, thinking I might be able to cum before she was finished but, although I was close, she pulled away from me once she’d finished cumming. She turned to face me and kissed me hard while stroking my cock in her hand, then maneuvered around to sit on the toilet with me in front of her. She lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth while gently cradling my balls.

I moaned as she engulfed my tool, feeling my orgasm immediately beginning to build up again as she slid her lips up and down my shaft. She moved her hand up from my balls to pump the base of my shaft while her free hand gripped my ass. I was just looking down at the top of her head, catching a glimpse of her lips wrapped around my tool each time she slid them toward the head. She only paused once, sliding my cock from her mouth but continuing to pump it, looking up and smiling at me before engulfing it again. From that point, she sucked me off voraciously and it didn’t take long before I was on the verge of blowing my load down her throat. I definitely had no issues with her as a cocksucker and hoped I’d have the opportunity to enjoy her oral skills again in the future.

With a grunt, I started to spew into her mouth and she swallowed my load, continuing to suck me off until I was completely spent. When she let my cock fall from her mouth and straightened up, I let out a sigh and we smiled at each other.

“That kind of intensity in a public restroom,” she said, “imagine what we could do with some privacy.”

“Let’s not imagine,” I replied, “Let’s figure it out.”

She smiled at me and I handed her panties to her, pulling my own underwear and jeans up as she slipped into them. I handed her jeans over next and, once she was standing and pulling them over her hips, I slipped my hands up under her shirt to fondle her tits again. She indulged me until she needed to tuck her shirt in, then I slipped my hands out again and she refastened her bra. Once we were presentable, she peeked out of the restroom and saw that the waiting area was still vacant. We slipped out and she took another peek around the corner and found the sales counter unattended. We casually went back to the waiting area and started chatting about what are next steps would be once our cars were both completed.

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It is the middle of the afternoon and I’m lying in my bed wearing only panties. My mind starts to wander and my thoughts turn to John- that is pretty typical lately. I think of all the different ways he turns me on, of all the things he did to me in that hotel room in Cleveland, and of all the wicked and dirty things I want to do with him when we see each other again. Actually since John and I met I have been in what I would call a constant state of arousal. Sexually our relationship has been very eye-opening for me. I definitely have learned a lot about what turns me on and also how to be more upfront about sharing it, which is really very nice.

I wish I could be with him now- suck on his cock at this very moment! I have never truly craved someone like this. I actually fantasize about giving him head- just getting on my knees in front of him and giving him the most perfect blowjob he has ever had.

Mmmmm thinking about going down on him gets me worked up as I lay here. I let my hands roam around a little under the covers. I slide my hand down to my crotch and move my panties to the side so I can feel myself. God, I’m wet already! That was fast. I take my middle finger and slide it into my pussy and finger myself a little. I have masturbated countless times over the years, but it wasn’t until I met John that I started actually fucking myself. I would always lightly stroke my clit through my panties just enough to cum and release the sexual tension. But since I have met him I have learned to enjoy all aspects of pleasuring myself and even did myself with a dildo for the first time while he instructed me over the phone.

I continue working on my pussy until it’s really wet- I love to get it really dripping and sloppy so I can use my juices to lubricate my clit- that feels so fucking good. I also like my nipples to be nice and wet while I play with them. I LOVE to have my tits played with and my nipples teased- if you do that while you lick my clit that’s a guaranteed cum.

I take my hands out of my panties so I can prop up the pillows and make myself comfortable and really get orgasmic. GOD I wish John were here right now- he knows what I need more than anyone every has- probably better than I even know sometimes.

But he’s not here, so I have to improvise. I bend my knees and spread my legs. My pussy is on fire. I take both hands and grab my right tit and bring it up so I can just about reach it with my mouth and tongue my nipple as best I can, then the same with the other side- get them both wet with my saliva and both of my nipples are hard as rocks and pointing straight up. I let my left hand linger at my tits while I put the right hand to work between my legs. I could probably cum right away if I let myself just from circling my fingers over my clit. But I want to prolong this and I feel so naughty and horny. illegal bahis What I REALLY want is to be fucked every which way until I can’t take it anymore and I cum and cum and cum. My favorite fantasy of him lately is actually this same scenario- that I am in my bed playing with myself getting really really worked up….

The need for a cock in my wet cunt is overwhelming- I reach over to the bedside table and grab my toy, anxious to shove it deep into my pussy, when I have this weird feeling that I am being watched. I open my eyes and it is John standing in the doorway- too fucking good to be true! But then I realize the scene he walked in on and I am extremely embarrassed. Before I have a chance to explain myself he walks over to me

“Well well well you horny little girl, what are you up to?”

I’m totally speechless and he grabs the dildo from my hand, “What’s this you bad girl? Were you about to fuck yourself with this?” He reaches down between my legs and rubs his entire hand into my pussy “I can’t believe how wet you are you horny little slut! What do you think about when you’re alone that gets you so wet?”

“You,” I answer shyly.

“What about me?” he asks as he reaches down and squeezes my tits.

“I think about you inside of me, making love to me….fucking me.”

“Oh REALLY,” he says, handing me the dildo, “Now show me. Show me how you fuck yourself with your toy my dirty little slut. Fuck your cunt and show me how you get off when you’re alone.”

I open my legs and slide the toy into my still very wet hole. He encourages me while he undresses…”That’s it baby. I want to see you get nice and horny for me. Fuck yourself with that toy. Rub your clit with your other hand. Oh you’re so wet, I can’t wait to have you to myself all night and do anything I want with you.”

Mmmm, that thought gets me really hot- the thought of being his plaything, the thought of being there to give him sexual pleasure- to suck him, fuck him, and be a total sex object to him in an interlude of complete and total lust. I WANT him to use me for his pleasure- cause I know I will be getting LOTS of pleasure in return.

By now I’m really moaning and twisting around on the bed, and I feel a pretty good cum building up. Just as it approaches, John abruptly grabs the dildo from my hand. “Not yet,” he says. “I’m going to take over.” And with that, I know I’m in for it!!! I know he is going to give it to me good!

Just as he slips the dildo into my pussy I feel that craving for his cock return and I position myself on my side. With him standing over my bed I can suck him while he works the toy. I start to tongue his cock hungrily. “Oh yeah,” he says, “I like how you suck my cock without even being told.”

“Mmmmm,” I answer, “That is because I have been dying to taste your cock for weeks. Can I suck it as long as illegal bahis siteleri I want? Can I suck all the cum out of it?”

He keeps working the dildo with one hand and with the other he alternates between teasing my nipples (mmm) and my clit- with the occasional spank to my pussy- god that makes me feel so naughty but I have to admit I like that occasionally.

After a few more minutes of him teasing me and me slobbering all over his cock he positions me on my hands and knees in front of him while he stands on the floor behind me. He grabs my hips and has my ass hanging off the edge of the bed while my hands grip the sheets. I’m ready to get fucked- I know he’ll give me his cock any second. But instead I feel his hot breath at my pussy and his wet tongue flickering around at my clit. I almost cum right on the spot.

“God that feels good,” I tell him, “Oh yes, eat me for while baby. Lick me. Flick my clit with your tongue. Mmmmm oh God, I could cum like this!”

He laps at my slit and takes his index and middle fingers and drives them into my pussy. He twists them around, then pulls them in and out slowly, and then actually fucks me with them while he lightly slaps my ass with his other hand. I let out a little yelp and he is amused. “Oh, do you like that? Do you like to be smacked on the ass a little?”

Once again I find myself fessing up to him about another one of my deepest darkest turn ons. And he plays right into it. He continues, “Naughty little girls like you who play with toys when they’re alone in their beds deserve to be spanked! It’s your fault for being a horny little slut.”

He quickly shoves his dick in me without warning and continues to play with my ass, rubbing it and squeezing it between light spanks. GOD it is hot, his little spanks send vibrations throughout my pussy.

Next we concentrate on some serious fucking as he drills me from behind. I’m on the verge of coming again and when I’m about to cum I really let go of my inhibitions- I want to get off no matter what it takes. He has me so fucking crazy for his cock, which he keeps hammering me with from behind.

“Oh, yes baby, fuck me nice and deep. MMMmmm.” I push myself back into him so I can feel him all the way in me up to his balls and I grind myself onto him as he pushes back into me. God it feels so good. He reaches underneath me and starts to rub my clit really fast back and forth and I feel the cum start to build up.

“Oh yes baby, just like that, rub it, rub my clit while you fuck my pussy. I’m gonna cum soon”

“Not yet!” he answers as he flips me over suddenly, “I’m not done with you yet.” Now he has me on my back with my ankles on top of his shoulders and he slips his cock into my slippery hole. He starts to fuck me with long, slow strokes that drive me crazy. Mmmm, I love it like that. I look up at canlı bahis siteleri him and we lock eyes. I love to see his face while he fucks me. I lower my legs and wrap them around his hips so he can lean down and kiss me and we share wild tongue kiss. God I want to suck his tongue down my throat and keep his cock buried inside of me forever.

After a few minutes of this I feel like I really won’t be able to keep from cumming much longer. I know it is going to be big! “Baby let me get on top of you now,” I tell him, “I want to ride you and cum all over your cock.” He has no problem with that and we switch positions.

I slide myself right on to him and start fucking nice and steady while I grab hold of both of my tits. I tell him, “Oh my god, I love to fucking ride you baby. Your cock is so deep inside my cunt. Can you feel it? Can you feel how hot and wet you have my pussy? Mmmmm I love to squeeze your cock with my cunt. Do you like it?” I reach around and play with his balls a little. Then I lean forward some and brace myself with my hands and pick up the pace. I’m really fucking him now- we are both getting worked up and sweaty.

Then he puts his thumb on my clit and starts circling and circling in the wetness and looks up at me, “I want you to cum for me now…cum on top of me you little slut…I know you want to cum you horny little vixen.”

Just as I start to cum I tell him, “Oh YES baby, I’m cumming all over your cock…can you feel it? Feel me cum all over you…oh god you make me cum so hard…oh my god there’s so much cum in my pussy for you…oh yes” and my cunt is spasming all over his cock while my juices are flowing out all over his cock and balls. Oh god it feels so good to let it all out.

I keep riding him with even more intensity cause I REALLY want him to shoot a load inside of me. “Baby I want you to cum inside of me now. Can you give me a really big load baby? Mmmm I want to feel it…please give it to me now…give me all of your cum baby.”

He is shaking and sweating and just about to shoot and as soon as I feel his warm cream inside my pussy I hop off and put my face between his legs, trying to catch the rest in my mouth. Mmmm it feels so good to taste the cum of someone who has just fucked me so well. I swallow whatever cum he has left and suck and lick his cock for a few minutes, loving the combination of my cunt juices and his cum.

God, I have done things with him and shared things with him over the past few weeks that I have never experienced in my life…and I have enjoyed it fully. I want more and more and I know that this is just the beginning…

We both regain our composure and wrap our sweaty bodies together. I kiss the sweat off of his forehead and he gently caresses my pussy and we kiss and kiss for the longest time. I know we will never be able to get enough of each other! I close my eyes and drift off to sleep feeling so much love and joy in the fact that I have learned to let go of all my hang-ups and have GREAT SEX with someone I trust with my heart and my body…and also with the excitement of knowing there is more to come.

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“Oh my god!” a female voice said.

Startled, Kyle covered his business with his hands. He had padded naked into the kitchen and to the refrigerator.

“What the… Are you Rajan’s cousin?”

“Yes. I guess you’re Kyle,” the woman said in her lovely Indian accent.

The woman sat on the sofa, holding her hand in front of her eyes. Her spreading fingers didn’t quite hide the sight of him. Apparently because of the mix-up she’d used a cushion as a pillow and her jacket as a blanket.

“Yeah, but I thought you weren’t coming till Thursday night.”

“I told Rajan repeatedly I was arriving Tuesday night!” she said with exasperation.

“No, he told me Thursday. And I expected a guy.”

“I’m not a guy,” Lakshmi said. “But you definitely are.”

Kyle had no idea that Rajan’s cousin was a woman. Not only that, she looked like a Bollywood actress. Despite being messy, her hair was long, thick, and shiny. The skin on her pretty face was radiant, and she had a knockout figure.

Kyle stared blankly at the wall for a moment. It was possible that Rajan had said Thursday, but because of his accent Kyle hadn’t heard him right.

“Well, you’re here. And you found the place okay. Did you have any trouble getting in?” he asked.

“No, Rajan mailed me his key to the lockbox, so all I had to do was open the doors with the key in there.”

“I didn’t even hear you come in!”

“Sorry to surprise you,” Lakshmi said. “I’m not surprised if Rajan told you the wrong day. He’s so absent-minded. Anyway, I decided to sleep on the couch rather than find my way in the dark to my cousin’s bedroom.”

“No problem. If I’d known you would be here Tuesday I’d have left a light on,” he said. “Well, seeing as how you’re here, I’d better get decent. I’ll shower before breakfast.”

“Yes, I think you should!” Lakshmi said with a musical laugh. “Get decent, I mean.”

He retreated the way he’d come, leaving Lakshmi with a view of his bare butt as he walked away.

Rajan hadn’t told him that his cousin was a gorgeous woman. But why would he? Rajan had said it was okay for Lakshmi to stay at his and Kyle’s apartment for a few days. She’d arrived from India and had some interviews lined up. It had worked out well, because Rajan had flown to Texas to visit his brother. Lakshmi had been to the US before and spoke almost perfect, though accented, English.

Nothing more was said about the awkward introduction. Later that day, Lakshmi rented a car and took care of some business. Thursday she drove around San Bruno to get the feel of the city. She also drove by the company where her interview was.

Kyle, trying to be a good host, took Lakshmi to a local Indian restaurant Friday night. She said the food was decent. Then they returned to Kyle’s apartment and talked and played video games.

Later that night, Kyle was startled to find someone climbing into bed with him.

“Huh! What the f…” he began.

“Sh, it’s me, no need to illegal bahis be afraid,” said a soft, heavily accented female voice.

A finger was placed over his lips. He could smell a woman’s perfume.

“Lakshmi?” Kyle asked.

“Of course! Who else would it be?”

“But, what…” he began again.

“Sh,” Lakshmi said, and then she replaced her finger with her lips.

She moved until she lay with the upper part of her body on his. Succumbing to her womanly charms, Kyle relaxed and responded to her kisses. Her lips were full and sweet as she took light pecks at his. As he responded more confidently, so did Lakshmi. Soon her tongue began to explore his mouth, her breath echoing tantalizingly in his ears.

He felt her soft hand on his bare chest, and his responses quickened as she slid it down underneath the waistband of his pajamas. Her hand felt cool as it touched his warm, growing cock.

“Mm, nice,” Lakshmi moaned into Kyle’s mouth.

“The Basket” – The man sits with one leg stretched out and the other leg bent at the knee to help him balance. The woman sits on his lap. While she can control most of the movement, he also has some control with his hands on her hips. He is also in the ideal position to kiss and suck her nipples while having sex.

Kyle reached around her and placed his hand on her back between her shoulders. He shouldn’t have felt this comfortable and relaxed in bed with his roommate’s cousin. But he did. It wasn’t him, it was her. He thought it was because she wasn’t of European descent, and therefore had a more relaxed attitude to sex.

Lakshmi’s hand stroked his cock, which was fully hard. She pulled back the sheets gracefully, and then pulled his pajama bottoms down.

“Lovely. Like alabaster in the moonlight,” she said, looking down at his package.

Next thing Kyle knew, his rod was enveloped in her silky wet mouth. He moaned, and rolled his head in disbelief. This was a dream, right? Any minute now he’d wake up and find himself alone in his bed.

Lakshmi pulled her hips and legs around so they were next to his head.

“Feel me. I’m so wet,” she said, slipping his dick from her mouth for a moment.

Kyle lifted her kimono. It was longer than a kimono, and made of a silky material. His hand found its way between her legs. A furry thatch of hair greeted his fingers, which slipped easily into her wetness. After fingering her for a few minutes, he moved his hand to her clit. Her fleshy nub became harder as he stroked and rubbed it.

“I want more!” Lakshmi said, re-arranging herself so her cunt came down on his face.

Lakshmi’s pussy tasted sweet and pungent, and licking along her folds made her wetter. She resumed sucking his dick. Kyle lapped at her clit, which made her moan loudly around his cock.

Kyle thought he was in heaven with her creamy thighs around his head. His licking inflamed her passion, so that she moved faster and more urgently than before. Kyle moaned at the illegal bahis siteleri skill she showed in her going down on him.

“Please. I want to be inside you,” he said.

“I want you inside me-real bad,” Lakshmi said as she moved off of him. “Do you want to try a position from the Kama Sutra? I really get off on it, and it’ll make you last longer.”

If it weren’t for the pussy juice on his face, Kyle would have again thought he was dreaming. Lakshmi took off her kimono.

“Yeah! How do we do it?”

“It’s called ‘The Basket,’ and you hold me like a basket as I face you. Sit on the bed with your back to the headboard.”

Kyle followed her instructions.

“Now stick one leg out, and bend the other knee in. Great, now I’ll sit in your lap.”

Lakshmi took her time with this, needing to align her sheath with his pole. In a moment she slid down onto his rod. Kyle felt his cock enter her spongy, wet interior, felt it envelop him.

“Oh my god, you feel so good,” Kyle moaned.

“It’s good, isn’t it? Now let me move on top of you. You can hold my hips-and even suck my tits while I move.”

Lakshmi slid up and down on his cock. Taking a break, she drove him deep and ground down on it while looking into his eyes. Her dark eyes burned with a fire as she did this, looking into his blue eyes. He took one of her dark brown nipples into his mouth and sucked it. Lakshmi moaned, and returned to the sliding afer a few minutes of this. Kyle noticed her pussy had gotten wetter, and he slipped back and forth easily.

Again she ground down, her pussy juice seeping out around the base of his cock. Unable to focus on sucking her nipple, he flicked it with his tongue. Lakshmi wrapped her arms around his shoulders, held on, and ground down hard.

“I’m close,” Kyle gasped after a minute.

“Put your arms around me and let it fly, baby. It’s okay, I’m on the pill,” she said. Her voice sounded frantic, she was so turned on.

Kyle didn’t need any more encouragement. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, feeling his cum bubble to the surface like lava.He grabbed Lakshmi tighter and pulled her onto him.

His white-hot lava spewed into her depths with a fury as he cried out, groaning.

Lakshmi shut her eyes tightly, and her mouth opened in a large “O” as she felt the flood fill her cavern.

“Aaagh! Oh, yeah! Oh yeah, baby, so good! So good!” she cried in a high-pitched voice.

They sat together in the same position, panting, their chests heaving. Kyle felt a small flood of liquid oozing from her pussy and into his crotch. His dick was shrinking, and then he slipped out of her.

“Oh, so sad! I wanted you inside me all night,” Lakshmi said.

“I wish I could,” Kyle replied. “But there’s tomorrow morning,” he grinned.

“And my cousin won’t be here for a few days,” Lakshmi added with a smile. “Well, time to dismount. I couldn’t stay in this position all night anyway.”

She moved from off canlı bahis siteleri his lap and stood up. Then she mopped up their combined fluids from her pussy with a corner of the sheet. She lay back down on the bed next to Kyle, who had stretched out onto his back, and faced him. He felt her caress his chest, then place her soft hand on it.

“I’m going to have to do some research into that book,” Kyle said.

“Oh, the Kama Sutra! Yes, there are a lot of great positions in there, and good ideas. But for some of the positions you have to be real limber and athletic!”

They were quiet for a moment, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking.

“I lost quite a lot of those little guys,” Kyle said dreamily.

“You did! Some of them are still leaking from me. That was quite the load. You must be tired after cumming so much.”

“Mm,” Kyle said.

…

Kyle awoke in the morning feeling Lakshmi’s naked body spooning his.

“Good morning. How did you sleep?” she asked in her exquisitely soft accented voice.

“Solidly. I had a wonderful sleep. How about you?” he asked.

“Pretty well. I kept waking up though, wanting to climb on top of you again.”

Kyle was quiet for a moment, wondering what could have lit this exotic woman’s desire for him.

“So, I’m curious. What made you come into my bed last night?”

“Hm. How about I tell you when my cousin comes home?” Lakshmi asked.

“Huh. Okay.”

“Right now, I’m going to climb on top of you and fuck you until you can’t even see straight.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Kyle asked.

“Both,” she said with a grin, rolling him over onto his back.

They made love the next three nights.

Rajan returned on Wednesday. Kyle kiddingly chided him for not telling him that his cousin was a stunning woman.

“Oh, I didn’t? She’s something, isn’t she? Sometimes I’m sorry she’s my cousin,” Rajan said.

Kyle grinned at that.

He never slept with Lakshmi again during her stay at his and Rajan’s apartment, but that night he had a moment alone with her in the kitchen.

“Hey, remember you said you’d tell me why you climbed into my bed?” Kyle asked her.

Lakshmi took his hand and smiled.

“You didn’t have a good time?”

“Of course I did! I had a fantastic time. But why?”

“Because I have an attraction to blond guys-you Vikings and your proud spears,” she said, accenting the second syllable in Vikings.

Kyle made a short laughing sound as he grinned at her.

“That’s all it was? I guess blonds are rare in India.”

“Yeah,” Lakshmi said, as if it were obvious. “Besides, it turns out you’re a nice guy, with a good sense of humor. I wouldn’t have touched you the morning after the first, if you weren’t.”

“Too bad we had only a few days.”

“Who says we have only a few days? I told you, my interview went well. If I get the job I’ll be moving here, and we can explore more of the Kama Sutra,” she said, her dark eyes twinkling.

“Oh! Then I’ll see who I should talk to in the hiring department there,” Kyle said with a smile. “Put a good word in for you.”

Lakshmi’s musical laughter bubbled through the kitchen like a babbling brook.

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