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KattieLynn & Tucker — The Saturday Distraction

Tucker is not a major sports fan. There are no NFL teams around here and we don’t root for any one of them from other cities. No baseball, basketball, soccer, hockey, lacrosse, team logo items anywhere in the house. We do play golf, but neither of us cares to watch it on TV. Now, he does like to watch our alma mater play football on Saturdays during the fall. Normally, I leave him to it and (if I’m not working) arrange to meet some of the girls at the mall. We have a nice lunch, do some serious shopping, and adjourn to someone’s house for a few hours of ‘girl talk’. Lots of fun, and no harm done (except to my Visa card!).

Last October, the Saturday schedule was all set. The ‘TEAM” was playing at 1:00 pm and he was well stocked with soft drinks and snacks. However, it was raining; not just raining — it was coming down in buckets! I started to look for Noah and the Ark to come cruising up our street! There was no way I was going to the mall, let alone get the other girls out in this storm. Tucker, as usual, was dressed in his old beat up school jersey and an even older pair of sweatpants (I swear, there were mildew stains on it!), sitting on the couch at game time. We had finished the housework, all the laundry was done, and the place was as clean as it could be. I went upstairs to the fitness room (where we keep all our workout gear) and did a few reps and a routine, to work off some of that nervous energy. That ate up an hour. “What do I do for the rest of the day?” I thought to myself. There was no catch up from work and I was tired of reading. Since Tucker had the big screen TV occupied with his game, (I, by the way, HATE FOOTBALL!) I was regulated to watching a movie in the bedroom. Well, that sure wasn’t going to work!

I sat there on the bed, a ‘chick flick’ (as he calls them) in the DVD player. I was only half watching it as I’ve seen it several times and could almost parrot the lines for each scene, totally bored. I can hear Tucker in the living room, yelling at mistakes, cheering whenever they do something right. Actually, he’s yelling a lot more than cheering as our team wasn’t very good last year, or so he’s told me, in seemingly endless detail! What is it about men that makes them so hung up on sports? And, what is it about them that makes them think we’re INTERESTED in this stuff? Most of my girl friends admit that they ‘put on a show’ to have something to share with their guy. Those that are interested are rare!

I’m feeling kind of down about now, sitting there in lumpy old sweats, watching a movie I know by heart, and wondering what I’m going to do for the rest of the day. He’s engrossed in his game, and not paying any attention to ME. Hmmm….”OK, let’s just see what he’s more interested in,” I think. I climb off the bed and quickly shuck off my cloths. I’m a little sweaty from the workout, so I hop in the shower, blow dry my hair (this usually takes several minutes as I keep it down around my shoulders). I come out of the bathroom and rummage in my closet, looking for that super sexy little nightgown I got at my bridal shower, the one I’ve never actually worn, since I sleep nude. I find it, still packed in the original pink box with the pink tissue paper tucking it inside.

It’s black and totally sheer, with a tiny bit of lace at the neckline and hem, which comes down about to my hips. The only area you can’t see completely through is the neckline and the crotch of the cute little thong panties, which aren’t too much denser, but do at least leave something to the imagination (not much, but something!). I slip the top over my head, fluffing my hair so it falls over the front, hiding my breasts. The material is so sheer; it drapes beautifully from the neckline, down over the slope of my breasts, and drops straight from the two points of my nipples. “How sexy!” I think, as I twirl around in front of the mirror, the soft fabric sliding over my bare skin. I slip into the sheer panties, and notice the little Velcro tab in the back. I’m thinking, “These izmir escort bayan are definitely NOT meant to sleep in!” since the thong digs into your crotch at very uncomfortable places, the little Velcro tab digs into the spot just above the divide of your ass cheeks, and the thong comes down from the back and passes through the groove of the vulva, resting between and separating the labia.

“Oh, well, I guess they’re not meant for you to keep them on long enough to find them uncomfortable. Definitely designed by a man!” I think to myself, with the Velcro tab already itching me. Now to ‘test’ them!

I went out into the hallway, standing at the top of the stairs. I heard Tucker yelling and groaning at something on the TV — guess our boys are doing their usual ‘great job’ on Saturday. I saunter down the steps, trying to look my most alluring. He doesn’t even look up from the couch, his eyes riveted to the set. “Maybe he didn’t hear me,” I think. I cross behind him. The living room is set up so that the couch faces the far wall and the big screen TV (a 68 inch LCD that he JUST HAD TO HAVE last year!). I pass close behind the couch, swirling the sheer fabric of the nightie so it brushes the back of his neck. No reaction, except he leans forward. “Maybe I missed him,” I thought. I cross into the kitchen, then back out, passing even closer to the back of the couch. The hem slipped past his ears.

“What?” he exclaims in a distracted way, his eyes never leaving the set. “Nothing,” I reply, standing behind him. “This isn’t working too well,” I think. I head back upstairs, grabbing that bottle of perfume he bought me for Christmas. I spray some on my chest, a little on my arms and, what the hell, a small spray down the front of the panties. Back downstairs. Back to the parade behind the couch. Still no reaction. Now I’m getting a little frustrated. “Time to pull out the big guns!” I think. I walk directly in front of the TV, pause, and bend over as though I’m looking for something on the coffee table. My butt is facing him and I know he’s got a great view since the nightie only comes down to my hips when I’m standing!

“You’re blocking the TV” I hear. I freeze. I’m CRUSHED (but I’m also PISSED)! I look back over my shoulder, fire in my eyes! He’s sitting there with this big grin on his dumb face and a MAJOR bulge in his pants! “I started the TiVo as soon as you came downstairs. I slipped upstairs and watched you put that little nightgown on. What a SHOW! I almost jumped you when you were spinning around in front of the mirror! I figured you were planning something!”

I raced across the short distance and jumped on him, knocking him off balance. We both fell to the floor, me on top. I pinned his arms with my knees, my pussy only inches from his face. He’s laughing and I’m trying to look furious (and failing miserably, now that I know I haven’t lost my ‘groove’!). In one swift move, he frees his arms, wraps them around my waist, and pulls my panty covered crotch to his mouth. Now he’s nuzzling my clit through the super sheer semitransparent fabric. I lost all pretense of ‘furious’ and succumbed to his attentions, moaning softly and rocking my hips up and down as his hands moved from my waist to cup the globes of my ass.

My knees were on either side of his face and I tilt my body forward, resting my hands on the tops of my thighs, my hips tilting down to bring the full groove of my sex to his mouth. I reached behind me, pulling at the Velcro tab, releasing the thong of the panty, pulling to out from in front of me, the material sliding over my exposed clit. This exposes my pussy to his very talented tongue, an invitation he picked up on in a heartbeat! His tongue started at the bottom of the slit, gently parting the lips as it moved upward, pausing to dip into the channel between them, continuing upward to flick across the super sensitive tip of my clitoris. A shock of pleasure rocked me backward, waves of delight spreading upwards as he used his tongue to alternately tease and press on my clit, his fingers escort izmir now finding the groove of my ass and traveling downward, spreading the globes apart, searching for and finding the delicate rose bud of my anus. One finger rotated around this very sensitive opening, massaging the muscles, relaxing and opening them for his penetration.

My hips were now rocking up and down on his face, his tongue driving me positively wild, as his finger slipped into my back passage and began pressing against the back wall of my vaginal canal. His other hand moved upward, along my side and under the hem of the nightie, to seize my breast, cupping and stroking it, tweaking the nipple to rock like hardness. I was completely turned on! My head fell forward, my hair cascading down to brush against his face. I know he’s hard as stone by now and reach back behind me with my free hand, searching for his cock through the sweatpants. My hand finds it and, sure enough, he’s fully erect! “This is going to turn out to be a fun day after all!” I think.

I free his erection from his pants by reaching under the waistband and pushing it down. He lifts his butt off the floor so it can pass his hips and now I can get to the full length of it. My hand strokes him, squeezing the base and sliding up to the head, mimicking the action of his tongue in my very wet pussy. When my hand passed over the head of his cock, I felt the slick liquid of his precum coat my palm. I raised it to my lips, licking the musky sweet fluid off and returning to stroking his length. “Yes, this DEFINITELY was going to be one of those fun days!” raced through my mind as he continued to lick my pussy and suck on the clit, totally engulfing it and its hood in his mouth. I felt a climax building deep in my belly, pulses of sensation radiating upward from my vagina as his tongue raced up and down the slit, probing the opening to my channel, flicking across my clit. I started to cum, feeling the fluids gush out of my pussy as I ground down on his mouth, my head thrown back, moaning out my passion.

He moved my hips backward and I looked down at his face through glazed eyes. His mouth was smeared with the lubricating juices from my sex, his eyes bright with passion. I felt him reaching down to free his legs of the entangling sweatpants, which he kicked off over his feet. He easily picked me up, my legs straddling his hips, my heels locked behind his waist. He turned, sitting on the couch, placing me so I was kneeling with my legs spread, my knees on either side of his hips, his cock pointed directly at my wide-open pussy. I raised my hips just enough to reach between my legs and grasp his cock, guiding it between the lips, settling down and back, feeling him enter me, stretch me, penetrate me. Down and down I settled, feeling his entire length sliding up into me. As I settled to rest the underside of my wide-open thighs on the tops of his, I tilted forward, my breasts, still covered in that silly little nightie, contacting his chest. I purred in satisfaction, as his hands found my ass cheeks again, raising me up slightly, then releasing me to bounce on the hard length embedded in my body.

I turned my head, resting my cheek against his shoulder, my hips rising and falling, feeling his cock slide ever so effortlessly in and out of my vaginal channel, the upper surface dragging over the tip of my clit, the width stretching me ever do delightfully! “God! This has to be as close to heaven as I’ll ever get,” I thought, my mouth making meaningless sounds as I bounced up and down on him. I turned my head, searching for his mouth, smelling my sex from the juices still smeared on his lips and chin. We kiss, his tongue, so recently buried in my pussy, now entering my mouth and I taste myself. “Oh My God! This is driving me wild!” I think, feeling my pussy start to clamp on his cock, feeling him grabbing the cheeks of my ass to lift me almost clear of him as he picks me up and drops me, picks me up and drops me, his hips rising again and again to meet me as I fall! I know I’m about to izmir escort cum again, feeling the pulses start to radiate up from my abdomen, crashing though my chest and flooding me with waves of pleasure!

My head is thrown back, our kiss released, as I gasp for air, shuddering and grinding down on the hardness buried inside me, seeking more and more of him. My face is flushed, I can feel goose bumps raise on the cheeks of my ass and the backs of my thighs, my muscles of my arms and legs quiver. My climax passes, slowly dropping me back to reality. My hips are still rocking back and forth, slowly, with his cock fully engulfed by my vagina. I fall forward again, momentarily spent with the force of these sensations. And, still, Tucker isn’t finished!

He rolls to the side, lowering me on my back to the cushions of the couch. The leather is cool under me, a blessed relief. He kneels in front of me, lifting my legs so the soles of my feet are pointed directly at the ceiling and he swings my legs together. He’s still deep inside me, never having budged as he moved us into this new position. My legs are closed, his hands holding my ankles. He begins to slide in and out of my tightly clenched pussy, a totally new sensation! I can feel the labia pushed and pulled in time to his thrusts. It’s s new and very wonderful feeling — we’ve never made love like this before!

He levered himself upward, driving his cock into me from a different angle, bending my legs towards my chest, rotating my hips upward, and bringing my vaginal plane higher. I can feel his balls slapping on the cheeks of my ass, his cock plunging in and out, the liquid sounds of our lovemaking filling my ears. Dimly, I can hear the TV still blaring away, not caring, only able to concentrate on this incredible, delightful screwing I’m receiving!

“Oh, God! Oh, my God!” I hear myself gasping as yet one more climax starts to build. Now, I’m multi orgasmic, but everything has a limit! I don’t know how much more I can take! This climax is so different, my pussy clamped tight on him with my legs closed, the lips pulled out with every outstroke, pushed in with every thrust! My clit is being pummeled by his pubic mound every time he stokes in, the pressure driving me higher and higher!

I throw my head back and groan again, and again, as this climax crashes through me! Every muscle is quivering, every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire, the walls of my vagina are rippling up and down on the hard length embedded in me. “Please, Tucker, please!” I beg, “No more! Please, cum, please!”

He smiles down at me, letting me legs open, bending forward to lay his chest against my breasts, the nightie pushed up around my throat. His chest is slick with sweat and I realize we’re both drenched! How long have we been at this? I can’t remember, I don’t want to remember; I just want to feel him cum inside of me!

His thrusts are getting rapid, his back arches, and his hips drive him forward repeatedly. I feel that wonderful throbbing of his cock, knowing he’s about to explode in my depths! His semen boils up, shooting with incredible force, slamming into my cervix, as he groans and yells out his climax. He seems to cum forever! I can’t hold it all and I feel it spilling out from around the base of his cock, dripping down between the cheeks of my ass! He falls forward, a few last thrusts finishing him completely. I wrap my arms around him, slowly bobbing my hips up and down, milking him, and giving him that final touch of pleasure.

The sounds of the TV come back to me and I hear “TOUCHDOWN!” by the screaming announcer! “Oh, yeah! You think you know what a TOUCHDOWN is? Well, guy, I just had THREE!” I think, a secret little smile on my face.

Tucker moves, his cock slipping out of me. I’m spent! I look down at his moist cum smeared cock and bend forward, taking the now limp length of him into my mouth, licking him clean, tasting his cum and my sex, mingled on the part of him that joins us together. He leaned back on the couch as I moved to kneel in front of him, between his legs, licking and sucking at him. I look up into his face, a soft satisfied smile on his lips. I can his cock in my mouth stirring, starting to get hard again. “Yes, indeed! This is turning into a MOST delightful day!”

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Pam looked around the backyard, but Mom was nowhere to be found, and neither was her new boyfriend, Eric. She went inside and checked the kitchen, but she wasn’t there. A few people were getting food at the buffet in the dining room, but Mom was not among them.

Pam headed upstairs. She was not in the bathroom, but she was surprised to see Mom’s bedroom door closed. She listened carefully and heard moans from the other side. For a moment she thought Mom might be in trouble, but just before she opened her door, she heard her moan, “Eric!”

Pam quickly ran across the hall to her room and shut the door, leaving it open just a crack to peek out.

A few moments later, Mom’s door opened and she came out, followed by Eric. They walked down the hall and were gone.

Pam snuck back across the hall to Mom’s door and peered in. Everything in the room was perfectly neat, as if nothing had been disturbed, but the smell of sex filled the air. Eric had fucked Mom.

Pam hurried downstairs and saw Eric alone at the buffet table, piling a plate full of food.

“Hi, Eric,” Pam smiled as he crammed food into his face.

“Pam,” he nodded, and walked to the table. Pam sat in the chair next to his, facing him, and watched him eat.

“What do you see in my Mom?”

“She’s a very beautiful woman. Why?”

“Do you love her?”

“Of course.”

“Do you like fucking her?”

He suddenly stopped eating and stared at her with a blank face, but only for a moment.

“Absolutely,” he smiled. “I like fucking beautiful women.”

“Like me?”

Pam noticed a twitch in his trousers. She parted her thighs, letting him see up her skirt to her panties. Her crotch was wet. She breathed in deep and strained her breasts against her blouse.

Eric looked around to see if anyone was watching, and shifted in the chair and she saw the outline of the entire length of his cock down the leg of his pants. Licking her lips, Pam reached out to touch it, but he grabbed her wrist.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he said. Pam nodded.

They quickly ran upstairs and locked themselves in her bedroom, her back against the door. She panted heavily as he unbuttoned her blouse and reached down to his crotch. She was aroused by the thought of making it with the man who had just fucked Mom. Knowing their relationship had just begun made him that much more desirable.

“I want you to fuck me,” Pam whispered bravely, rubbing izmir escort bayan his cock in his pants. He laughed, massaging her tits.

“Get down on your knees,” he told her.

She kneeled before him, eagerly watching his hands unzip his pants. She licked her lips as he tugged the long shaft out of his pants and held it in front of her. She lifted it to her mouth and slipped her lips over the head. His prick was massive, quite a bit bigger than she expected, and throbbed in her mouth.

He wrapped his hands around her head and bucked his hips, forcing his cock deep into her mouth, deeper than she was able to take the big thing. He held her tight, stuffing his cock down her throat, and she was choking on it.

He drew his hips back and fucked her face with long, slow strokes that pulled the head of his cock out to her lips, and pushed it all the way back to her throat.

Pam desperately tried to keep up with him. She licked the head furiously when it came back to her lips, but her eyes bulged out of her head when he shoved it back in, and she gagged terribly when it touched the back of her throat.

Suddenly, his cock throbbed and he was cumming. He crammed it deep into her mouth, and Pam screamed, although her scream was muffled by the cock. Cum gushed from the end of his cock against the roof of her mouth and right to the back of her throat, quickly filling her mouth.

“Swallow it,” Eric said in a low voice.

Pam managed to swallow some, but it just filled her mouth too quickly. The backwash of cum spurt out of her mouth around his cock, down her chin and cheeks and all over her bare tits. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and Pam coughed and wiped the cum off her face with the back of her hand. He pulled her up to her feet.

“You all right?” he asked.

“Mm hm,” Pam answered, as she swallowed the little bit of cum that remained in her mouth. She wiped her face with her other hand and smeared the cum across her lips.

“I never did that before,” she choked. She looked down at the cum on her tits and the cum on her hands, and wasn’t sure what to do.

“You’ll love it when you learn how to do it right.”

He pushed her face down on the bed, pulled her skirt up, and spread her legs, pointing his cock at her cunt. Pam looked back at him over her shoulder, biting her lower lip in her teeth. She trembled with fear and anticipation, at the same time excited and frightened by what escort izmir he was about to do.

The head of his cock touched her cunt and she gasped and jerked forward. Eric put his hands around her hips and with a single thrust buried his cock deep inside her, knocking her breath out. He pulled her hips up, repositioned himself, and thrust once more.

Pam yelped in pain and whimpered and Eric grinned. She was tight. She moaned with pain and sobbed into the pillow. Her thighs quivered in his hands like a frightened kitten. He had her and she knew it.

Her pussy barely had any hair, nothing more than a few, blonde wisps. Her fair skin was soft and smooth, virtually perfect, and her back was covered with a light mist of perspiration droplets. Her long, blonde hair soaked up the sweat from her forehead, her shoulders and her back, and the wet strands stuck to her skin when she tossed her head.

He squeezed her hips and pulled her back on his cock, forcing it in another inch or two. She groaned loudly, tugging fiercely at the bedsheets.

“Enough,” she panted weakly. “No more. Please.”

“Yes more. All of it.”

He shoved again and she screamed, panting uncontrollably, “Oh God … oh God … oh God.” Tears streamed down her face and her cheeks were red and puffy. Her young, soft, innocent thighs were split to accommodate him, and, when he looked down at her crotch, it looked like he was trying to shove a telephone pole into her.

“Please take it out. Please.” She was almost too weak to talk, but looked back at him over her shoulder.

“No.”

He pumped his hips and her whole body rocked with him.

Pam grunted, “Uhn … uhn … uhn,” each time he shoved her forward and jammed another small bit of his cock inside her. She whimpered pitifully between grunts, but he relentlessly pounded his hips into her. She was in terrible pain, but she tolerated it, because it felt too good to stop.

He squeezed her hips hard. She gradually grew limp, but she did not want him to stop to give her a rest. She wanted him to give her his sperm, although she probably wouldn’t be able to hold it, and she wanted him to break her in good. She was going to be in serious pain for a couple of weeks.

She buried her face in the pillows to cover her sobs and whimpers, but it couldn’t hide her panting and grunts. Eric pumped faster.

“Oh God please stop, please take it out,” she whimpered, writhing as if she izmir escort were possessed. Her moaning grew louder and she thrust herself back to take him inside her.

Eric grunted, bucked his hips roughly, and sprayed her insides with cum. Pam’s moaning ceased and she practically tore the sheets off the bed.

She was as limp and sweaty as a hot towel as he collapsed on top of her, occasionally thrusting with his hips to relieve a spasm. He was breathing hard, but Pam panted like she had just run a marathon.

Lying over her, smothering her small body with his weight, he wiped the stringy, wet hair away from her eyes.

“I told you you’d like it, didn’t I?”

Pam was panting too hard to answer.

Suddenly, from the direction of the doorway, a voice shouted, “What the hell’s going on here?”

Pam and Eric both looked up. Mom stood just inside the door, still holding the doorknob. Her face was a frightening picture of horror, quickly changing to furious anger.

“Uh oh,” Pam whispered.

“Anne, I can explain,” Eric said, and quickly lifted himself off Pam. His long cock plopped out of her cunt.

“I don’t want to hear it.” Mom’s voice was controlled anger on the edge of an explosion.

“Now wait a minute, I wasn’t-“

“Shut up,” Anne snarled. “Put your pants on and get out of here and don’t ever come back.” She looked at Pam very sternly. “And you, as soon as you get some clothes on, I want to have a talk with you.”

Pam could tell she was just about to explode.

* * *

“Sit down,” Mom said.

Pam sat in the chair, looking at her. Her face was very hard to read. She couldn’t tell how she was feeling or what she was going to do. She knew how pissed she was. She was probably going to ground her for the rest of her life.

“It took me a long time to figure out what I was going to do about you and your promiscuity,” she began. Pam didn’t know what promiscuity meant, but she figured it had something to do with all the fucking she had been doing. “I’ve decided not to punish you,” she said, and, inside, Pam felt elated, she was going to get off lightly. “I’ve decided to send you to your Aunt Mary’s for the summer. That way I can keep you out of trouble until school starts again.”

Pam’s heart sank, and her face showed how she felt. She had practically been condemned to prison. There was no way she was going to find any cute guys out on a farm in the middle of nowhere. There was only her cousin, Todd, and he was much older than her. He’d never have any interest in her. She felt like crying, but fought to keep her composure.

“You’ll be leaving next Wednesday. I’ve got you a ticket on a train.”

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The next weekend was sweltering. The air conditioning in the house was struggling to keep up, and we all were suffering from the heat and humidity. Jan and Dad had gone to the club to play a round of golf, and I finally had Mom alone for the first time in a week. As soon as Dad and Jan pulled out of the driveway, I had Mom in my arms and was going to town on that sexy ass with my hands.

“God, Mom. I thought I’d explode this week I’ve wanted you so much.” We kissed.

“You’re going to have to control yourself, you know. It’s been…well…hard on you, I know, but you have to be careful. We have to keep the cat in the bag for awhile longer until we’re sure we have your Dad hooked.”

I laughed at Mom’s double entendre about the week having been “hard” on me.

“What do you mean, ‘hooked?’ What are you talking about?”

She softly laughed. “Oh, don’t act like you don’t know what’s going on. Jan has her sights set on him and it won’t be long, I can tell you that. He’s as much a horny buck in heat around her as you are around me. Once he takes that step, you and I will be free to follow the same path.”

I scoffed. “What the hell? You and I can’t do it until Dad and Jan have? Where’s the logic in that?”

She got serious and pushed me back so she could look in my eyes. “I can’t explain it logically. I told you I had never really been unfaithful to your Father, and I’m not going to go first in this. Besides being unfaithful, it’s doing it with you. But when, and it’s not if, but when, he and Jan have done it, then I’ll be free to do what I want with you. I know it may not make sense to you, but that’s the way I feel and I can’t change it.”

There was nothing I could do. I sensed that immediately, and nodded. “I understand, I guess.”

“Honey, you should be happy that your Mother and Dad are still so much in love after all these years. What you and I have will always be our special bond, and you have to understand that your Dad and I have a special bond, too. Celebrate it and, when the time comes for you and me, enjoy it. The one thing about love is that there’s always enough to go around.”

I laughed at that. “Jan sure has enough to go around, doesn’t she? I don’t know who she’s hotter for, you or Dad.”

This time it was Mom’s turn to laugh. “Jan is a sensual young woman. Isn’t it wonderful that our society has progressed enough that we are not bound by old mores? I’m glad Jan knows her true self.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“I didn’t know you had asked a question,” she said, with a half smile on her face.

“You and Jan?”

“Oh, it may come, I don’t know. I’ve never been with another woman in that way. The idea does turn me on, I admit it, but I don’t know if we’ll ever act on it. Time will tell.”

“Whew. The idea turns me on, too,” and I took her hand to put it on my hard dick.

“Maybe if you’re a good boy, we’ll let you watch some day,” Mom said, coquettishly. “Now get to work and help me clean up the house.

“That’s not at all what I had in mind,” I said, and pouted a bit.

“You know we’ve invited the Bensons over tonight for a pool party. I’m not having guests with the house looking like this, so just help me pick up a bit. And don’t think I haven’t noticed how you ogle Sally Benson. Consider that your reward.”

Sally Benson was a year behind me at school and, yes, she was hot. Her mother, Polly, was even hotter in my estimation, and I said that.

“So you like the more mature ones, do you? As if I didn’t know that already.” She turned away from me and went to the hall closet to get the vacuum.

I groaned. Using the vacuum cleaner was my least favorite job, but I took it from her and without complaining, got to work. The relationship between Mom and me had changed me, and for the better, I had to admit. Before, I would have done anything to get out of this chore. Now, I went at it with enthusiasm.

Later that afternoon Jan and Dad returned from the golf club. Attuned to it, I noticed a tension between them and couldn’t wait to get Jan alone so I could ask about it. Mom was putting together a summery dinner, and Jan went to her room to shower and change clothes. I was right behind her.

“What went on? You got the old boy wrapped around your finger yet?”

Jan snickered. She was wearing a short skirt and bent over in front of me. grup sex “What can you see when I do that?”

My dick sprang to life. “Jeez, Jan. How did you play golf with a thong? Doesn’t it bother you?”

“Today was not about golf. Now tell me what you can see.”

“I can see the outline of your pussy. What do you think I can see?”

“No. Describe it. Tell me what you can really see.” She remained bent over, her fingers touching the floor and her legs slightly bent.

“I can see practically your whole ass. When you bend over, it puts tension on the fabric of your panties, and they stretch against your pussy. The lips are obvious. You have beautiful fat little pussy lips.” I bent my face in and kissed it. “If I’m closer, I can see your butthole. You didn’t shave, I can tell, and I can see some hair around your pussy. There, is that enough?”

She straightened up and turned to face me. “Every time I had to tend to my ball I made sure I was facing away from him and bent over just like that. He got to see what you are seeing. It was driving him crazy, I could tell. Golf was the last thing on his mind.” She laughed. “You should have seen him, shanking some of his shots. A couple of times when I stood up I turned to look at him, and his face was priceless. He looked like he had been poleaxed. I wish the Bensons weren’t coming tonight. I’d drive him crazy. I just know it.”

Jan wouldn’t play around with me. “No, no, big boy. I’ve got other things in mind and I want to be as hot as possible. I don’t want that post-sex mood. I want the ‘I want it and need it’ mood. You’ll just have to wait.”

“You’ll just have to wait.” That seemed to be the theme around the house today. I sighed, but then turned and went down to the kitchen to see if I could help Mom. When I got there, she was on her cellular.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Does it hurt much? Are you going to be okay?” After talking a bit more, she terminated the call and put her cellphone down.

“Polly sprained her ankle and had to go to the emergency room. She was calling from there. They’re not going to be able to make it tonight. Maybe next weekend.”

“So we cleaned up for nothing? That was a waste,” I said.

“No,” Mom replied. “It was not a waste. We have the house looking nice, we have a nice dinner, and we can have our own pool party.”

Dad walked in and picked up on that. “What do you mean? Are the Bensons not coming?”

She explained the situation to him and then added, “So, we don’t have to wait for them to get here, if you’re hungry. Everyone go put your suits on and we’ll eat by the pool.”

Jan and Mom both looked good – so good that neither Dad nor I had much of an appetite for food. Mom had on her one-piece. The fabric was just thin enough that it outlined her pussy and emphasized her erect nipples. I was throbbing for her. Jan wore her bikini and, while it didn’t show as much as her thong, there was little left to the imagination. She wore it proudly, with no reserve. Dad was mesmerized.

We sat for awhile, sipping wine, and then Mom said, “OK. It’s been long enough and the sun is hot. Let’s have a dip.”

We got in the pool and swam around a little, then Dad grabbed Mom and submerged to put his head between her legs, standing up with her on his shoulders. “Chicken fight!” he shouted, so I did the same with Jan. I could feel Jan’s pussy on the back of my neck and, even over the chlorine in the water, could smell her pussy.

We horsed around, and then Mom said, “This is unfair. Kevin is taller. Let’s switch.” She hopped off Dad’s shoulders, walked over to Jan and me, and unceremoniously dumped Jan into the water.

“Hey!,” Jan shouted. “You’re going to pay for that.” She went to Dad and stood in front of him with her legs spread, invitingly. He didn’t hesitate, but immediately dunked down and put his head between her legs, then stood up.

I did the same with Mom, and we started playing again. This time, though, there was much more hesitation in the game. It was clear that both Dad and I were enjoying having the pussy we wanted against our necks more than the game itself. Dad had a strange look on his face and I wondered if he could smell Jan’s pussy. She was leaning back slightly, rubbing her pussy against his neck. What she was doing was obvious.

After a short while of it, Mom hopped off my latina fuck tour porno shoulders and walked over to the corner of the shallow end. “I’m tired,” she said, “and I have water up my nose. Let’s rest a bit.” I walked over to her, and noticed that Jan and Dad had gone to the other corner.

Jan pushed Dad to make him off-balance, and then started swimming to the deep end. “Race you,” she shouted, and Dad took off after her. When they got there, they went to the diagonal corner of the deep end and held on to the edge, catching their breath.

I reached down to cup Mom’s butt with my hand and she put her hand on my chest, leaning to me. “Turn slightly away so they don’t think we’re watching, but keep an eye on them. I think tonight’s the night. I know your Father, and I know what he’s thinking.”

We did that, and it wasn’t long before Dad’s hand went into the water and I could tell he much have been holding Jan’s ass, as I was holding Mom’s. He slid around behind and put his arms around her. We couldn’t see his hands, but my bet was that they were on her pussy. Jan slid her hand into the water. I knew Jan, and I knew she had her hand on his dick. Mom slid her hand down to squeeze mine.

We stayed like that for, I don’t know, maybe five minutes or maybe five hours, but then Mom whispered to me, “Stay here,” and went swimming toward them. She whispered something to Jan, who swam to me. I figured Mom had second thoughts and was reading Dad the Riot Act, because they were engaged in an animated and whispered conversation.

“What do you think she’s saying to him? Is the game over? I knew it. This isn’t going to work at all,” I said to Jan.

“He’s so hot for me he can’t stand it,” Jan replied. “Just be patient. If I’m right, she’s going to come back to you in just a minute.” Sure enough, Mom and Dad looked in each other’s eyes, he nodded, and then she swam back to me.

“Go for it, Jan,” she said when she got to us. “Just go with the flow and see what happens.” Jan swam back to Dad, and they resumed their previous position. Mom turned away from them and I moved behind her, grinding my dick against her butt. She pushed back into me and leaned her head to rest it on my shoulder. “Tonight’s your night, Stud. Don’t disappoint me.”

Mom turned back toward Jan and Dad. Dad was hunching his dick against Jan’s ass, his eyes closed. “I feel like a skinny dip,” Mom yelled to them. “Who’s in it with me?” Jan and Dad raised their heads and looked at us. “Or are you afraid?,” Mom added.

Jan’s weakness was that she could never resist a dare. She reached her hands behind her and whipped off the top of her bikini, waving it in the air. The look on Dad’s face was priceless, and I could see his hands moving up to cup her breasts. Mom shucked off her suit, standing naked in front of me, but pointedly looking at me and not them. “This is private time between us,” she said. “Don’t look at them. Give them their privacy, and they’ll do the same for us.”

I took my suit off, and Mom took my dick in her hand. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m ready. What did you tell Dad?”

“I told him I knew what was going on, and I was good with it if that’s what he really wanted. I just told him he had to give us the same latitude and he had to be sure about it. He’s so hot he would have agreed to buying the Taj Mahal. He said he knew something was going on between you and me, and he thought it was hot. He said every son should get to fuck his Mother, so I guess you’re going to get to.” She giggled. “But I am going to have to ask him about your grandmother.”

“Whoa. Dad and Nana?”

“Seems like it to me. I always wondered. Now I’ll get to find out.” She squeezed my dick, and then we heard splashing at the deep end. We turned, to see Jan and Dad climbing up the ladder. Jan was in front of him as she climbed up it, and he kissed her ass, right in front of us. When he got out they walked toward the patio door, holding hands, without looking at us.

“That’s our cue,” Mom said, and climbed out of the pool in front of me. I kissed her naked ass as she did. It seemed the natural thing to do. When we got in the house there was no sign of them – just two sets of damp footprints leading up the stairs. Mom took my hand and led me to my room. When we got in, I noticed the door lezbiyen porno leading to our shared bathroom was closed and we could hear Jan giggling in her room.

Mom laid down on my bed and gave me the “come here” gesture with her finger. I got beside her and bent down to take her nipple into my mouth. I wanted to get my dick inside her, but I didn’t want it to be a “Wham bam, thank you Ma’am” event. I wanted it to be perfect for her, so I slid my face down between her legs, again reveling in her hairy pussy. She had an almost immediate climax, moaning quietly as she held my head and pulled my face into her. She took a moment to recover, then sat up and pushed me onto my back. “My turn,” she whispered, and took me into her mouth. She had given me blow jobs before, but not like this one. It took all I could do to keep from exploding in her mouth, so I pushed her mouth off and pulled her up to me. She looked in my eyes and reached down with her hand to hold her lips open as she eased down on my dick.

Every first time for any sexual act with your Mother, be it kissing or touching her butt or anything, is a magical moment. The first time my dick entered her pussy was beyond magical. It was what I had wanted for as long as I could remember, and it was better than anything I could have imagined. Her pussy was snug but not tight, but it was so smooth and warm that it felt like butter. She started gently hunching against me, and then picked up the tempo as she got into it. In no time we both climaxed, and she collapsed into my arms.

“Was it what you wanted? Not disappointed, are you?” She looked into my eyes.

“Mom, I love you. It is better than I could have dreamed. Just tell me there will be more, and forever.”

She laughed. “Oh, I think it’s certain there will be more. Forever depends on you. I want you to get married and give me grandchildren. But I’ll always be here for you, as long as you want me.”

I kissed her. “Then that will be forever.”

At that moment, we heard a deep groan from Jan’s room. I couldn’t tell if it was Jan or Dad, but somebody was getting something good.

Mom laughed. “Yep. I think there will be more,” she said, and rolled onto her back. “If you’re up to it.”

We spent the night in my room and Jan and Dad spent the night in hers. The next morning Mom and I woke, cuddled in each other’s arms. We heard rustling in Jan’s room. “They’re at it early,” she noted.

We made love, gently, and then after basking in the afterglow Mom got up. She went to her room to retrieve her robe and stuck her head in the door. “I’m making coffee,” she said. “I think everyone is going to need it.”

I put on my sleeping shorts and went downstairs to find Jan and Dad already there, sitting at the table. Jan had a triumphant look on her face. Dad seemed slightly chagrined. Mom gave me a cup and we both sat down. The silence at the table was powerful, and then Mom broke it.

Mom was always in charge, and this time was no different. “So,” she said. “Our lives have changed somewhat. Whether we continue as a happy and loving family depends on this moment. I wanted what happened last night. I wanted it for all of us.” She looked at Dad. “I love you, you know that. You also know I love Kevin. You love me, and I know you love Jan. There is no reason we can’t continue our lives just like this, with even more love between all of us, if we want it. And I know I do.”

There was a pregnant pause while she waited for Dad to respond. Finally he grinned. “The only reason would be that I can’t keep up with Jan,” he quipped, and then everyone laughed. That broke the tension, and we all started talking at once. Dad got up and went to Mom, kissing her deeply, then he did the same thing to Jan. I stood up, kissing Mom and then kissing Jan, equally fervently.

“Well, I guess that answers that question,” Mom said, laughing. “I think I might need a nap,” and she took Dad’s hand to lead him to their room.

Jan and I went to my room and, again, could hear the bedsprings squeaking in Mom’s room. We wasted no time in getting my bed squeaking. Jan had always been hot, but she seemed hotter than I’d ever seen her.

“Was it what you expected?,” I asked.

“Even better, Bro. He doesn’t have the stamina you have, but he knows what he’s doing and, even better, it’s him. What about you?”

“Oh, yeah. Same thing. It’s Mom. Getting my dick in her was like a dream. It’s beyond the physical part. It’s special. I can’t describe it.”

“I know,” Jan said, taking me in her mouth. She gave a suck and then pulled off. “I know. I’m going to drive her crazy when I get her mouth on my pussy.” She then went to work on me.

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Okay I’ve been dying to write this ever since a conversation with Slyc. So thanks for the inspiration and sorry for stealing the idea! Hope you like it…

To those of you out there (you know who you are) who know vastly more about fencing than I do. Please forgive misused terminology. But if there are glaring issues or even small ones that would make the story better, please PM me. I’m looking for that kind of info. It’s been a long time since I actively fenced and I was never great with the terms, or really the moves for that matter. But it was fun and I never did get it out of my system.

Without further ado…

“Foil, epee, sabre, schlager?” Jase asked cheerily, walking the long wall of weaponry. “I bet women love this part,” he teased, grinning widely. “In real life you never get to choose the size of the weapon before you have it in your hands.” Usually his bad jokes about fencing and sex being similar got her laughing. But tonight his joke was met with complete silence. He turned toward Michelle when she didn’t answer him. She had one of those annoyed looks in her bright blue eyes. Her brown hair was pulled tightly back into a pony tail. She had donned most of her equipment, but there were a number of buckles she had yet to deal with on her white canvas jacket and her mask was tucked neatly under her arm. She wasn’t really paying attention. “Michelle?”

“Yeah,” she replied and looked up at him.

“Hey, are you up for this?”

Michelle finally really looked at Jase. He was in his all black gear. Fitting, she seethed. The bad guy always wears black. She glared into his hazel eyes. “I’m always up for anything you have to offer. Remember?”

Jase immediately held up his hands in surrender. Her tone was more a little dangerous and he had no idea what he had done. “I don’t know what’s gotten to you Chelle, but I’m not here to fight. I’m here to practice. You care to share or are you going to dwell in silence.”

Michelle looked around the large private gym, giving Jase the impression that she was opting for silence. Jase was friends with the owner and he had conned the guy into letting Jase have the place at night, after close, to practice. Both Jase and Michelle worked such insane hours during the day that they never got a chance to make it in during daylight hours. It had been incredibly convenient. In more ways than one. Michelle couldn’t believe she had been stupid enough to sleep with the asshole.

That was two weeks ago now. Not a single phone call. On top of that last week he’d invited Ted and Zach to join them for practice. He sent a pretty clear message that he hadn’t really intended things to get close between them. Then he’d had the nerve to flirt with her as if nothing had happened. She had almost managed to ignore the whole thing until she heard Paula talking about going out to dinner with him a couple nights back. When Michelle had suggested dinner, nervous as a high school kid, he had turned her down claiming to not have a free night available. He made it sound as if his life was all work and no play. Right.

Jase turned and pulled two schlagers off the wall. “Since you’re in such a mood, how ’bout assault? No strip?” He inspected the tips as he spoke, making sure the blunts were in good shape and the tape would at least last through this match. Then he tossed one of the weapons to Michelle.

Catching it in a gloved hand she re-inspected the weapon as if Jase had done an inferior job or she didn’t trust him. “Fine with me,” she replied angrily as she pressed the tip against the mat and watched the blade bend, looking for flaws. “Target?”

“Whole body,” Jase offered with an amused glint in his eyes and pulled his mask on over his face. There were a number of whole body things he was thinking about doing with her tonight. “Maybe if you work out some of that aggression we’ll be able to get some real practice in.”

Michelle almost went straight for his head when he said that. She put her mask on, walked to the middle of the mat and stood at attention. When Jase got into position she only gave him a moment before shouting , “En guard,” advancing, and lunging at him.

Forced into a retreat, Jase stepped aside, parrying Michelle’s blade and attempting a riposte. Michelle attacked as if she were on fire. Confused by her aggression Jase continued to back up, barely managing to counter her advance until he hit the wall, literally. He had been so absorbed in his counters and Michelle’s behavior that he had miss-calculated the amount of space he had. The sudden stop jarred his arm and he felt a sharp thrust into his chest.

“Hit,” he called reluctantly acknowledging her point.

“I thought we weren’t keeping score. Assault,” she growled back at him. “This is only an exercise in assuaging my aggression,” she mocked.

Now Jase was getting mad. As far as he knew he hadn’t done anything to deserve this. “Alright Chelle. You wanna tell me what’s wrong?” He tried again. He was getting more and more frustrated with the situation.

Michelle female agent porno pulled her touch and stepped back to the center of the mat without answering him. She briefly considered that she still needed to adjust the buckles on her jacket. But when she noticed that Jase was already headed toward her she let it go. She took her position up again. “En guard,” she said back in a deadly soft voice.

If she hadn’t already managed to get his attention she had it now. Jase adjusted his jacket and stepped to the mat. She wasn’t going to catch him off guard again. “En guard,” he answered holding his left hand well back, leveling the tip of the schlager at Michelle’s mask and waiting.

Michelle paced around forcing him to adjust his stance several times. The strap that should have come up between her legs and buckled at her back was dangling and she could feel it brush her legs as she walked. It wasn’t long enough to step on. But it wasn’t exactly regulation to be fooling around without fastening it. Tonight she was feeling cocky and angry though. There was a little part of her that believed both Jase and she were good enough to manage without all the frills of the safety equipment.

Michelle had always been better at free play than Jase was. He preferred line fencing. Michelle had a nasty tendency of forgetting rules or stepping out of line. She was usually caught on technicalities. He’d only suggested this because he thought it might cheer her up. In truth, Michelle had only started fencing for fun and had proven to be a natural. But she hated the logistics and was much happier with friendly swordplay than serious work, usually. Michelle watched with amusement as Jase awkwardly side stepped in order to keep her in front of him. She knew his style fairly well. He’d wait for her attack. He always did. This seemed to be the one area of his life that Jase didn’t show a natural up front aggression with. He actually bothered to try and learn about his opponent, locate weaknesses, and determine the best move before attacking. Unfortunately Michelle had proven to be a tricky opponent. He had yet to completely figure her out and that made him cautious while dealing with her.

Without warning, Michelle’s blade came up and she stepped deliberately toward Jase. She beat his blade off as he tried to close the line and thrust at him. Jase parried and Michelle countered. The next few moments were a flurry of thrust, parry, counter, lunge. Neither of them was willing to give ground. Finally Jase saw an opening and took it. Beating Michelle’s blade down, he thrust at her chest. She ducked just in time and the tip barely missed her shoulder. At the same time she brought her own blade up and managed a hit to his stomach.

Swearing, Jase stepped away from engagement. “Hit,” he spat out as he walked away. “You ready for a real bout yet?”

When he turned back Michelle was already advancing on him. “What the hell Michelle?” Jase got his blade up only barely in time to deal with the next volley. This time Jase managed to get the upper hand when Michelle went for a low line attack and tripped on her loose jacket strap. He got her with a vicious thrust into her hip, where the padding wasn’t quite as thick. He hadn’t intended to hit her that hard and he knew there’d be a good half dollar sized bruise on her creamy skin. A flash of the night they’d spent in the locker room a couple weeks back went through his mind as he pictured the purple circle taking shape on her hip.

For a moment Michelle sat on the floor. God what am I doing. It was only one time. I don’t have any claim to him. If he wants to go out with Paula, that’s his business. Some friend she turned out to be. “Sorry,” she said despondently. “Maybe we should call it quits for tonight. I don’t think my heart’s in it.”

“You’re heart’s here alright. You’ve been beating the shit out of me,” he growled. Here he was again. The woman was impossible to read. When he first met her he had called her the ice queen for a reason. They only ended up spending time together at all because she had been interested in getting into fencing. If it were for that he never would have even considered getting together with her. Over the past couple months as they got to know each other some, he’d found himself more and more attracted to her. Then the locker room happened. He thought the ice queen had finally thawed. “If this is about the competition—”

Michelle scoffed. Men are so damn clueless. “This has nothing to do with the competition.”

“Well if you don’t want to practice I can always find someone else. Don’t let me force you into this,” he said angrily. “You may not take it seriously, but I thought I had a genuine chance here.”

“You did have a chance,” Michelle said, knowing he didn’t get the insinuation at all. Find someone else, she thought. “Alright,” she growled back with renewed annoyance. “Let’s go.”

Michelle stood up and returned to center floor. “En guard,” they both managed at once. The blades clashed violently female fake taxi porno as the bout took a nasty turn past reasonable practice.

“Corps-a-corps,” Jase growled when Michelle hip checked him during a pass. He whirled on her. “I had the right of way.”

“Assault,” Michelle through back at him angrily.

Jase jumped and lunged at Michelle with more force than he intended. His blade was met with a parry that snapped the foible of Michelle’s blade, near the tip. The sharp jagged end ripped into Jase’s black canvas jacket and bit into skin before Michelle could pull the stroke.

“Shit Michelle!” Jase stepped back and paced away from her.

“Are you alright?” Michelle temporarily forgot how pissed he was with the prospect of him being hurt. But when she started to approach him to see how bad it was Jase turned and attacked again. She might as well have been weaponless for all the good the schlager with a broken tip would do her. She used it to parry, but couldn’t return the attack without risking hurting him. Before Michelle knew what had happened she had retreated flat into the wall. Jase pinned her blade above her head. She had hold of the sword with one hand and his wrist with the other. All that time Jase spent on weights paid off. His grip was like iron.

“What the hell is your problem tonight Michelle?” Jase ripped his mask off, tossed it aside and tore Michelle’s off as well. Her hair hung in sweaty wisps around her face. Again his mind drifted to that night in the locker room. He hadn’t had a single chance to be around her since then. There was always something: work, his friends, Paula. By the time he got home at night he collapsed into bed. Not that he hadn’t thought about calling. But what he had in mind, he knew, would take more than a phone call.

She glared at him. “I guess you’re not as hurt as you looked.”

He couldn’t take it. Between the smell of her sweat and all the adrenalin pumping through him, he had to taste her. Two weeks and too much anticipation of fencing with her. Hell, even the shit she had been giving him all night was somewhat of a turn on. The woman had no idea what she did to him. Jase leaned in and kissed her. His lips forceful against hers, insistent and demanding a response.

Initially Michelle was too shocked to respond. She stood pinned against the wall with his lips burning against hers. After an eternity of uncertainty Michelle began to melt. Her mind spun. She had wanted this so badly. Indecision warred within her. One moment she was telling herself that he was a creep, dating who knows how many women and the next moment she was telling herself that it didn’t matter because he was here with her now.

Taking advantage of her temporary lapse in fight, Jase reached down with his off hand and began working his way under the fitted jacket. Admittedly the fact that she had never buckled all the straps was helpful. Michelle drew in a sharp breath as his fingers found flesh. Jase’s eyes bored into hers demanding that she let him win this fight. Every time Michelle opened her mouth to protest Jase pressed his lips against hers again. She couldn’t believe she was giving into this.

Jase felt his need for more growing, but he was afraid to let her out of the pin. There was too good a chance she’d go off on him again. Right now he had control and he intended to take advantage of that. He hooked his fingers in the elastic waist of her stretch pants and tugged them down. Jase got them to mid thigh and began stroking her thigh, hip, and around to her butt cheek. He squeezed her hard as he kissed her again.

Michelle felt like her heart was trying to beat its way out of her chest. Jase’s hand stroked around her thigh and found its way to her mound. Michelle bit her bottom lip and let her head fall back against the wall as he pressed his fingers between her thighs, against her slit, across her clit, into her slit. Michelle whimpered with each progressive sensation. Her hands gripped her sword’s hilt and Jase’s wrist more tightly. She tried to spread her legs for him, but found that they were trapped by her pants.

Michelle gasped as his fingers wiggled lightly against her. Jase kissed his way along her jaw line with a feather light touch. He nuzzled her hair back and Michelle turned her head so that he could kiss her earlobe. Jase smiled at the soft gasps as he sucked on her lobe and moved to her neck, nibbling at the sensitive flesh while his fingers worked inside her.

Michelle seemed to forget that all she needed was to let go of the sword and she could escape. The last thought in her mind before he had begun his onslaught on her senses was to get her sword back. Unconsciously her hands pulled at the sword futilely as if part of her wouldn’t acknowledge what was really happening.

Jase hooked his fingers up into her and began stroking the clenching walls inside her sopping folds. Michelle began moaning again. Between the smell of her arousal, the sounds that his touch and glory hole secrets porno kisses were forcing from her, and the feel of her soft wet flesh pulsing around his fingers, Jase was starting to think he might lose it in his pants. No woman had been able to do this to him since his inexperienced days in high school. He pulled his hand from between her thighs and her head snapped up to glare at him as if he had done something wrong.

Michelle was about to berate him and snap out of the trance he seemed to have induced, when he put his fingers in his mouth. Watching him suck her juices off his fingers, Michelle began to melt against the wall again. When Jase was sure he had her attention he reached down and forced her pants to her knees, standing up again he kicked his own shoes off, unbuckled the crotch strap to his jacket, and yanked his own pants down. He stepped against Michelle and kissed her again. His tongue snaked out of his mouth and tempted her lips apart so that he could taste her.

Jase’s cock was pressed hard against her stomach. At that point Michelle had lost all will to fight what was happening. She kicked the shoes off her feet and wiggled her pants the rest of the way off her legs. Jase slid his arm around her waist and lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around him. They both groaned hungrily as his cock found its way into her warmth as if of its own accord.

Swords lowered slightly as Jase maneuvered for better leverage against the wall. Pushing up into her dripping heat Jase could feel her muscles grip him eagerly. Slowly at first he forced himself up into her then withdrew. It was almost more than he could take. As their pace increased it was impossible for them to do anything, but hold on and grunt with the force of each thrust.

Leg’s trembling with the effort, Michelle felt the pleasure building. “Jase,” she warned breathlessly as she gripped his shoulder more tightly with one hand and her sword with the other. He felt her legs constrict around his waist almost painfully.

Jase groaned uncontrollably as he doubled his thrusts. The intensity was too much. He growled out his orgasm as it flooded through him and into her. Michelle felt him come inside her as she came. Felt their combined juices overflow and begin to run out of her. Felt him convulse inside her as she shuddered around him. They stood there against the wall panting as the waves died down and the spots cleared.

“God,” Michelle said breathlessly. “How can it be like that?” She sounded like she was talking to herself.

Jase smiled at the seemingly unintentional compliment. “Because we’re meant to be like that,” he said softly and moved to kiss her.

Suddenly Michelle was pissed again. His lips were pressed to hers and she was kissing him back, but her mind was spinning. She couldn’t believe she had let him get to her like that. She couldn’t believe she had been so easily seduced. When they finally parted Michelle stood dazed, embarrassed, and angry.

At first Jase thought he may have found a chink in her armor and managed to wiggle in. That the night was going to turn out the way he had originally intended after all. But then she started to lash out again. Tugging at her sword pinned to the wall she glared at him. “What the hell is my problem? What the hell is your problem,” she yelled at him as if the sex had never happened and they were still in the middle of the original argument. “You think that just because I let you get to me once that you have the option of putting your lips and everything else on me any time you like? Maybe you can get away with this kind of shit with Paula, but—” she began pushing at him. Her legs fell away from him and tried to find the floor. But he had lifted her up to fuck her against the wall and she couldn’t quite reach. Tears started to form in her eyes.

“Whoa,” Jase pushed against her, stopping her from getting away from him. “What’s Paula got to do with anything?” Now he was really confused.

Michelle glared at him heatedly. The tears began to fall. God I can’t believe I’m crying now. God, she cursed herself for not having enough self control to tell him no. “I can’t believe you’re trying to deny it.”

“Deny what? Michelle you’re not making any sense. I think that you want to be with me. I don’t get this at all.” He forced her to look at him. Finally he released her sword from the pin. He dropped his own to the side. Jase’s arm was sore from holding her up the way he had. Rolling his shoulder once, he reached up and wiped the tear off her cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you. Please tell me that I didn’t hurt you,” he said softly.

Her blue eyes were accusing as Michelle turned her teary gaze on Jase. “Paula was talking about how you took her out to dinner the other night. You told me you were busy. I know we didn’t say anything about being exclusive or ever really dating officially. I guess I just though… After that night… Then you brought the guys in last week. You didn’t even call or anything.” Her tone shifted from hurt and upset to angry in one fell swoop. “Well fuck you,” she yelled at him, through the schlager across the floor, and started pushing against his chest with both hands. “You’ve got me acting all stupid. I don’t need this.” She wasn’t getting anywhere with her struggling. Jase was just too much stronger than she was. She felt like a complete fool.

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For a better understanding I suggest that you read Chapter 1.

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Judy awoke from her dream. It had been weeks since her chance meeting with Jim that day as she hiked around the lake. She had dreamed about it again and had the same reaction. She felt flushed with excitement and aroused. It left her wanting more. It had almost been that long since her husband had tried to satisfy her. They still had occasional sex; but not the passion they once had or what Jim had ignited within her.

She lay there alone. Her husband had left for work. In the old days, they would get up together. She would prepare for her teaching while he brewed the coffee for them. When Judy retired, she thought they both would spend days together, maybe all day in bed fulfilling the dreams she had read about in the novels and only imagined. He worked hard and tried to make her happy. Something deep inside her wanted to be let loose; a wild side that only her imagination ventured into. Outwardly she was the puritanical wife living the suburban dream. Something deep within her wanted wild, unabashed adventure; and that included wild sexual pleasures. Ones she could only imagine, until that day hiking at the lake. Jim had opened the door to that hidden pleasure.

As she lay on her back, her hands rested on her stomach. Her shirt had ridden up and her fingers were lightly stroking her skin. Judy remembered how Jim’s fingers felt against her skin and the involuntary reaction her body had. She felt it again, the tingling between her legs, the moistening of her vagina. “God, it was so large and felt so good,” she thought.

Her right hand slid upward to her B cup breasts. She traced a line in the cleavage between them. Her skin was soft and the touch made her feel sexy. She moved her fingers up the right breast to her right nipple. It was already hard from her thoughts and in contrast to the softness of her breast.

Judy’s left has slid under the elastic of her panties. She felt the soft curls of her full, old school pubic bush.

“I wish…” she though as the alarm clock’s buzz crashed her back into reality. I’ve got chores to do before the holiday she thought. And the repairman was due today to fix her stove. Too many holiday treats and dinners to prepare with only half of the electric burners working. Her pleasures and fantasies would need to wait. Her retired, suburban reality was calling.

She jumped from bed and headed for the shower. Soaped and lathered, she still felt that sexy urge. The sexual adventures would have to return to the deep recesses it occupied for most of her life; repressed deep in her subconscious. As she finished, she returned her razor to the tray. Since the lake, she indulged herself to make sure she was ready if she ran into Jim again. It was only a fantasy; but it was the only ray of hope at unleashing her repressed sexual desires.

She dried off and combed her shoulder length, blond-brunette hair. She put on her panties. Plain old panties, she thought. I should buy something a little risqué. No, her husband would wonder what was up. She looked for a plain white bra. She had a drawer full of them, but not today. It was laundry day. She settled for the only bra she had left, a black one with “sexy” lace trim that she rarely wore. Her strict upbringing usually didn’t allow for carnal thoughts and pleasures. She slipped on her jeans and grabbed an old, black fleece sweatshirt. It had a logo on it from a different hike in the mountains many years ago. She zipped it up to her neck. Then she felt a tingle, be wild she thought and lowered the zipper to just above her cleavage. She felt a twinge of wildness, Ahh; she yearned for her hike with Jim.

She went to the kitchen and fixed a cup of coffee. He husband had set the timer so it was freshly brewed for her. He was so thoughtful. She sat on the stool contemplating the days schedule when the doorbell rang. She noticed the repair truck in the driveway. At least he’s early. Maybe I can get some holiday treats prepared.

She opened the door. Before her stood a short, but well-built man. “Hi, I’m Alejandro. I’m here to repair your stove.” He said in a slightly Spanish accent.

Judy glanced at his navy blue shirt. Over the pocket was a name tag. It said AJ.

“Alejandro?” Asked Judy.

“Yes, but everyone calls me AJ. It’s easier.”

“Ah, we’ll come in AJ. My name is Judy. There’s work to be done.”

Judy showed him to the kitchen. He placed his tools on the floor and began to examine the stove. She returned to the stool and watched. AJ poked and probed with his tools. She noticed that he was rugged but handsome, about 50 years old. She did notice that as he picked up his tools, he would glance at her. She felt a little self-conscious.

“I’ll amatör porno need to turn off the power to the stove. Where is the circuit breaker?” He asked.

“Downstairs, I’ll show you. First, let me get the laundry.” She went to the bedroom. She glanced at the bed and had a flashback to her dream. “Ahh” she thought woefully.

As she carried the full hamper into the kitchen, AJ said, “Let me help with that.”

AJ took the hamper and followed her down the stairs. The circuit panel was near the washing machine. She bent to pick clothes from the hamper as he examined the panel. She noticed his eyes strayed to watch her. She realized that her partially open sweatshirt hung down off her chest, giving AJ a great view from his vantage point. AJ smiled. She blushed and felt a twinge of embarrassment and then, excitement. Almost always prudish, she felt the inner door crack open to let out a little carnal pleasure of showing off her womanly assets; it felt wonderful. Instead of covering herself, she smiled at AJ and continued her work, and showing off.

Both of them finished and she followed AJ back to the kitchen. Instead of raising the zipper of the sweatshirt to cover her, she lowered it an inch, then another one. When she was standing, her lace black bra was noticeably visible without being fully open. She felt a jolt of excitement.

Both of them returned to their places. Judy couldn’t take her eyes off AJ as he worked. She did notice that he stole peeks of her whenever he could. She enjoyed the sexy feeling knowing it would only lead to a fantasy session, alone later. She strayed once, and it was great, but she never followed up on it.

AJ was almost climbing into the stove. His body was twisted as he struggled to make repairs. She took perverse pleasure watching him. He was short but well built. She could see no hint of fat as his shirt rode up.

Just then her phone beeped with an incoming message. It was from Tim, her husband. He asked if the repairman had arrived.

She responded that he did.

“Is everything going ok?” He texted to her.

“Going great! He’s tall dark and handsome. What more can I ask for in a repairman?” She texted back jokingly.

“Well,” he texted back, “When you’re done reading this you should take a shower, put on something sexy and sit by the fire place and plan something kinky to do!”

“Haha, I just might.” With that reply, Judy’s mind kicked into a higher gear. She felt a moistness forming in her panties.

Judy read the paper on her iPad and ran her fingers through her hair. Soon her fingers were stroking her neck, it felt good. She spent more time watching AJ than reading. Her fingers soon traveled lower to the top of her chest. It was getting harder to concentrate on the paper.

“Excuse me Judy. Can you hand me my curved needle nose pliers? I’ve got the relay and don’t want to let it go or I’ll have to start again.”

Judy moved to his tool bag. She bent over. Her sweatshirt hung wide open. “Unfortunate.” she thought as he was not in a great place to see it. She found the tool and handed it to him. “Strong hands and nice muscles in his arm” she mused to herself. She stayed by the stove, bent to view his work. And to let her sweatshirt hang open. She felt jolts of excitement surge through her. She was enjoying the thought that someone viewed her assets and she hoped he thought of her as sexy.

AJ continued his work, occasionally being in a position to see Judy’s display. He crawled from behind the stove and buttoned it up. “Let’s see how hot we can get this.” He uttered in a provocative way, his eyes glued to her tits covered only in a thin, lacy black bra.

Judy made no effort to cover herself. “I’m getting, I mean the burner is getting hot” she muttered. So much for Freud and his slip she thought to herself. “You’re very good with these electrical gadgets. Maybe you could help me with something else? I have a problem with the TV. Want to give it a try?” Judy reached out to touch AJ’s arm. “Firm muscles,” She again thought. “I wonder what else is firm?”

AJ, like any man, wanted to spend as much time as he could admiring Judy’s hot titties. “Why, yes I will try.” In a reciprocating fashion, he touched her arm and slid it across her back.

Jolts of excitement ran through both of them.

“Good.” Replied Judy. “Follow me.” With that she took him by the arm and led him down the hall to her bedroom. “It’s right in here.” She handed him the remote control and said, “Maybe you can get it to play. I was going to watch a movie and can’t get the damn thing to work.”

The TV was against the wall about 5 feet from the foot of the king size water bed. They stood with their backs anal porno to the bed; but Judy’s legs were resting against it.

Judy studied AJ intensely, looking to see if he really had an interest in her or was just being nice. She stood close to him at an angle. She made sure he could see her now fully exposed lace bra. He noticed and fumbled with the remote, all the while ogling her tits.

A thought went through her head, “This is the closest I’ve been to having another man in my bed. The bed my husband Tim and I have shared exclusively.” For a moment, she thought of the consequences of her actions. Then a jolt of excitement burst her thought into oblivion as AJ brushed his elbow against her exposed bra.

“Sorry.” He blurted.

“No need to be sorry.” Rushed from her lips. She inched closer till her bra covered left tit again touched his arm.

AJ pressed a few more buttons on the remote. “I think the batteries may be weak. I’ll be right back.” He said as he left the room and went out the door to his truck.

Judy’s mind raced. “It’s now or never.” She thought to herself. Judy kicked off her slippers and stripped off her fleece sweatshirt. “The bra stays.” She thought. Next she unsnapped her jeans and wiggled them to the floor. “Oh god, these panties are awful.” She began to pull them off. She noticed the crotch was damp with her excitement. She quickly and unceremoniously whipped them off and threw them in the corner. She hopped onto the bed. “Fuck I’m so horny.” She muttered to herself. With her head on the pillow she splayed herself and relaxed. She slid her right hand over her stomach and probed her soft blond pubic curls, finding her hooded clit. She felt the juices of her excitement with her middle finger. “Ahh,” escaped her lips. She coated her finger in her juices and stroked her clit. “Oh god that’s good.” She thought. Judy heard the door of AJ’s truck slam. She spread her legs slightly and raised her knees; she faced the open bedroom door. “What will he think? What will he do? Will he be turned off and leave? Fuck I hope not. Not till I get what I want: what I need.” Judy heard AJ’s footsteps as he walked to the room. He seemed to be hurrying, good!

As AJ rounded the corner, he froze in the doorway. He dropped the batteries. Before him, laced out in the bed, was a very sexy, nearly naked woman. She had one hand massaging the tuft of hair between her legs and the other motioning him to come closer and patting the bed seductively. She wore a lacy black bra and nothing else. He instantly felt his pants getting tight in his crotch.

“I have something else that needs attention. A little something that needs fixing, can you help?” Judy purred.

“Ah, ah um, Yes!” Was all AJ could muster in reply. In all his years of home repairs he could only imagine this. Now it was actually happening to him. “What should I do? I’m married.” He thought in a very fleeting moment. “I’m a man of action,” he walked to the bed.

“Strip!” She ordered. He yanked his shirt over his head without unbuttoning it. He kicked off his shoes and socks next. He unsnapped his trousers and lowered them to his knees.

Judy’s eyes were fixed on the tent pole in his underwear. Her fingers, wet from her sexual anticipation pulled the hood of her clit, allowing for full exposure as she strummed her excited pleasure button.

AJ climbed into the middle of the bed and knelt next to Judy. She reached out and grasped her erection, squeezing it through his boxers. “You’ve got a pretty big tool there.” She said. “Can you use it to fix what I need now?”

All AJ could do was mumble as Judy slowly stroked his pole.

“I think this is heating up my little oven. I think I want to prepare it properly before putting it in. Would you mind if I suck your nice hard cock?”

Again, all AJ could do was mumble as he stared at the hot little housewife before him.

AJ continued to kneel beside her. Judy peeled his boxers to his knees. AJ’s cock sprung forward as she grasped it by the shaft. Looking up into his eyes, she leaned in to kiss the head of his erection. Not satisfied, she slowly licked the head, swirling her tongue around it like an ice cream cone.

“Ahhhh.” Was all that escaped his lips.

Just squeezed the shaft of his dick and inserted the head slowly into her mouth. Savoring the musky scent she continued to swirl her tongue around the mushroom head. “Not as long as Tim’s but definitely thicker.” She thought to herself. Leaning forward, she slowly slid his cock deeper into her mouth. She moved her hand to cup his balls. She continued to slide his cock deeper until her nose was buried in his pubic bush. She deep throated him with ease and it made her feel both sexy and powerful. ana breakers porno She felt a jolt of excitement between her legs. She slid his cock out until just the head was to her lips.

AJ slid his hand down her neck, across her chest and slid his fingers into her bra and gently squeezed her left tit. With his other hand he grabbed her hair near her neck and pulled her toward him, until his cock was buried in her throat again.

At first Judy was startled and a little upset, feeling that AJ was just using her mouth to please himself. She felt a little used. That feeling soon passed as she felt her inner slut emerge. Judy was taking his cock deep, savoring the thought of her as sexy and desirable. Judy was used to taking control; but now, being used as a sex toy ignited deeper feelings long ago repressed. She relished the thought of being the object of sexual desire and satisfaction. Her puritanical facade quickly crumbled and her inner slut left forward with a passion long ago repressed. She craved the attention. It excited her and she sucked AJ’s cock deeper and harder as he pulled and pushed her head. His cock swelled and pulsated with the excitement of Judy’s aggressive BJ.

His dominance over her made her hotter. She wanted more. Judy pulled back and his cock sprung from her mouth.

“Fuck me, fuck me now.” She said as she took back some control.

AJ was quick to respond. He repositioned himself between Judy’s legs, lifted her knees and laid them on his shoulders. With one hand he positioned his cock against her pussy lips. He dragged the head from the curly hair covering her clit to her taint. His cock, wet with her saliva was not coated in a mixture of her vaginal juices.

“Give me your cock, fuck me, fuck me.” She cried.

AJ positioned the head at her pussy opening. In one motion he rammed his cock into her awaiting cunt.

“Ahhhh, oh god, yes, ahhhh.” She cried as his fat cock spread her pussy wide. She felt his balls slap her ass.

AJ pulled back as fast as he entered her, and then thrust his tool as deep as he could.

Judy again gasped, not at the depth of his penetration; but at the girth of his cock as he spread her moist cunt wide open. With her legs high over her head and her pussy spread wide, she felt so exposed, vulnerable, and, and sexy. Yes sexy and powerful. She had seduced this stranger, taken control and was on her way to satisfying her latent desires.

“Fuck me hard. Harder, harder!” Was all she could say. She felt slutty, alive and desirable. She felt an orgasm building deep within her. She reached one hand to pull AJ deeper into her and with the other, began to strum her clit. Judy pushed and pulled AJ until his timing matched hers. She felt the first orgasmic contractions of her cunt as AJ’s cum hit the innermost reaches of her pussy. She and AJ came hard and quick. Both slowing and stopping in unison.

As he lowered her legs, he rolled off onto the bed next to her. His seed was dripping from his cock and her pussy. AJ ran his hand down her stomach to her swollen lips. Her hole was gaping from his girth; cum clearly visible, pooling inside and slowly leaking to coat her pubic curls and leg.

“I think you fixed the stove, TV and my hot little oven. Thanks.” She said. “Hey, I hate to fuck and push you out the door; but my husband will soon be coming home. I’ll need to freshen up a little.”

“I’m available anytime you need a little fixing up. It’s not often I get to help a beautiful woman and I’d enjoy helping anytime.” He replied.

AJ quickly got dressed, picked up his tools and headed to the door. Judy was going to shower; but there was no time to. She quickly got dressed, his cum spilling into her panties. As she pulled on her fleece sweatshirt, she saw AJ waving to her husband as he pulled into the driveway.

“Wow that was close!” She thought to herself. A quick look around the room and straightening of the covers and she walked to the door to meet him.

“Hi Tim,” She said as she kissed him. “You’re home early. Is everything ok?”

“Yes it is. I just wanted to be sure he really fixed the stove. Maybe even see how he repaired it. Then maybe next time I can fix it myself. Some of the UTube ‘how to fix it’ videos are good; but it’s better to see it in person.

“Well as you can see, you’re a day late and a dollar short. Go get cleaned up and changed. I start dinner on our repaired stove. I’ll shower and change after you.” With that, Judy felt as if she dodged a fatal bullet. She thought, “So far, Tim doesn’t suspect a thing. Next time, and I really want a next time, I’ll be more careful.”

Judy and Tim carried out their plans. Tim’s mind was occupied on stove repair techniques. Judy’s was formulating plans to carry out some of her long ago repressed fantasies. “I haven’t felt this alive and sexy in years.” She mused. “I really didn’t know how much fun I was missing.”

With that, the adventures of Judy’s rebirth continues.

I appreciate all comments and story suggestions.

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Karen stared at the ceiling of the tent and listened to the pounding rain. She cowered inside her sleeping bag when a flash of lightning lit up her little world. How long would the storm last, she asked herself. Why didn’t it go away and let her sleep?

The sleeping bag was pulled up to her chin. Karen wasn’t cold, just scared. She’d always been scared of thunder and lightning. Now she was outside in a tent, her father Richard apparently sleeping soundly a couple feet beside her in his own sleeping bag. Karen knew this was no way for a nineteen year old to be acting.

Her father invited her along on the weeklong bike tour of central Ohio and Karen was happy that he asked. She also felt obligated to go, to make Dad happy.

But on this second night into the tour she’d give anything to be in her bed back home. Another flash was followed almost immediately by a clap of thunder. It made her shiver. Each one was closer, and brighter, and louder.

She inched closer to her father. Karen remembered when she was much younger and could crawl into her parents’ bed for safety. They would hug her and bury her under the covers. She wanted that now.

The day had been very hot and it wasn’t until the sun went down that the tent was bearable even just to sit in. Now with the humidity of the storm, both occupants of the tent had their sleeping bags unzipped. Karen looked over at the dark outline of her father’s body. She pulled her sleeping bag with her as she rolled closer to him.

Karen wanted his arms around her like before, but knew it couldn’t be. She felt like she was living in a time warp somewhere between childhood and adulthood. The uncertainty of what to do almost overweighed her fear of the storm.

The next bolt of lightning decided the issue. Karen scooted until the front of her body touched her father’s back. She put her left arm around his waist.

Karen wore a t-shirt and panties, her father a pair of boxers. But that was of little concern to her at the moment. The feel of his skin on her arm already began to soothe her. She moved so that their bodies followed the same curve and she hugged tighter.

That’s when she felt him move for the first time. Karen lifted her arm a little; ready to pull away from her father if she had to. Instead, he raised his head for an instant and then put his hand on Karen’s arm. She watched him put his head back down before moving closer to him again.

They stayed this way until the storm eventually blew over. With the thunder a distant disturbance, Karen concentrated on the sound of the rain again as it hit the roof of the tent.

Her face was nearly touching her father’s back and she could smell his skin. Lightly, she allowed her cheek to touch him. A few moments later she was asleep.

When Karen awoke her head was on her father’s shoulder and he was lying on his back. Her arm was still outstretched across his stomach. One of her legs lay gently on top of one of his.

The silence outside the tent was outdone only by the darkness inside it. The calmness of it all was like a prayer answered.

Karen moved her arm to pull her sleeping bag up over her body when she accidentally brushed against her father’s boxers. The suddenness of it made her flinch, but something else made her want to do it again. She was certain her hand grazed over a very long and hard cock.

Light snoring by her father persuaded Karen he must still be asleep. Could she risk touching there again and not wake him up? She couldn’t resist. Her left hand moved silently above her father’s boxers and came to rest on top of the material. Yes. This time she was sure of what she felt.

Karen let her hand remain on the hard shaft, pressing down just slightly. She could feel the warmth penetrating through his thin boxers. Then she moved her hand up until finding the tip of his cock. He was big, she thought. Or at least long. Her curiosity forced her to softly move her hand down and her fingers to wrap around the cock.

Her heart pumped wildly as she gripped it. A change in her father’s breathing caused her to let go of the cock and let her hand hover an inch above it. She held her own breath before relaxing again.

Karen’s mind raced. She felt so close to her father—the way she did on those stormy nights long ago. Only now she also felt like a woman wanting to comfort him like he did her. Guilt crept into her thinking. Didn’t she owe him this? Wouldn’t it simply show how much she loved him?

Her hand touched it again. This time the opening in his boxers allowed her palm to actually touch his skin. She nearly moaned out loud. It was wonderful and warm and hard. Karen maneuvered her hand inside the fly and let her fingers lay across his cock. She smiled when it twitched.

Then she gripped it at the midpoint of the shaft. Richard opened his eyes. He could see the top of his daughter’s dark blonde hair on his shoulder. Otherwise, the darkness of the night made everything in the tent invisible.

He didn’t need light to feel what teach that-bitch porno was happening. His erection was in Karen’s small, warm hand and he didn’t want to move. Her fingers tightened their grip on his cock and Richard clamped his eyes shut.

It felt so good despite being so wrong. He wanted to say something because it was very nice having her so close to him. But there was nothing he could think to say that would allow her to continue her exploration of his body in such an innocent way.

They continued on in silence. Karen suspected now that her father was awake. The muscles in his body reacted to each movement of her hand, but she was afraid to look up at him.

Her hand rose back out of her father’s boxers, with his cock in tow. She could barely make it out in the din of the tent. The swollen head loomed above her hand and she wished she could see it better.

Karen let go of the cock and let it lay on top of his boxers. With slow motion precision she ran her fingers over the length of the cock’s underside. Her father sucked in a lungful of air and tried not to move. Both were now fully aware of the other.

The young woman ran a finger up and down the shaft on the top and both sides. Then two fingers. This time she hovered over the tip and felt the hot, rough skin and the slit at the end.

Each moment that she was allowed to touch him made her want him more. She could feel the sensitivity of her nipples growing along with the wetness between her legs. Karen was being drawn to her father’s cock by a power she couldn’t understand. She wanted it so she could make him happy the same way he had comforted her. And she wanted it because she needed it.

Karen considered turning away from her father and pretending later it never happened. Instead, she found her head sliding down his chest and his cock looming larger before her.

She held it once more in her hand, stroking it a couple times to feel the entire thing. This time Karen felt it throb and rise from his boxers in full erection. She was thrilled by this and dreaded the thought that at any moment he could stop her.

Karen’s body slid lower. Now her head was on his stomach and she was within inches of the cock. A second later her head was next to it, close enough to touch it if she pulled it down to her lips.

She did.

Karen kissed the tip of her father’s cock. Then licked it once. It was magnificent. This wasn’t the lust she felt when she did this to the boys she knew. This was loving her father in the physical sense.

The woman prayed he would let her continue. She licked all around the tip of his cock before sliding the head between her lips. It was at this point that she felt his hand on her head for the first time. He was lightly brushing her hair over her ears as she held his cock in her mouth.

This only heightened her desire and she took more of the cock inside her mouth. Karen moaned with pleasure as she felt the thick shaft between her lips and on her tongue. She licked it feverishly and tasted the precum oozing from the tip.

Now she used her hand on the base of her father’s cock and her mouth on the rest of it to begin pleasing him in earnest. Richard laid his arms by his side and let Karen have her way. Eventually his hand found her back and he followed the material of her t-shirt down to her waist. But he made no effort to touch anything else.

His mind went blank when the urgency of his sexual desires overcame his guilt and shame. If he stopped Karen now it would only increase the embarrassment for both of them. And he didn’t want her to stop anyway.

He heard Karen’s whimpering as she worked on his cock. They were sounds of pleasure…of satisfaction.

Her lips wrapped tighter around her father’s cock when she felt his body respond. Richard’s hips rose and fell as he began to fuck Karen’s mouth. His hand came back to her head and she answered by taking him deeper.

This time it was Richard that groaned.

“Yeah, baby. That’s it,” he said to her. “Yes. Yes.”

Karen pumped the base of his cock furiously when his body stiffened beneath her. He cried out once more before telling her he was ready to cum.

The first spurt of cum hit the top of her mouth as both father and daughter let out lustful groans. Richard drove his cock up to Karen’s mouth as if he were thrusting inside a tight cunt. She took shot after shot of his cum until it spilled out onto her chin and back down to his cock. Half a dozen times he sprayed cum into her and she wanted more.

Karen felt her pussy rub against his leg and knew that she, too, would cum if she kept it up. But she could wait. This was about making Dad happy and thanking him for being there.

Soon he twitched with each lick of the cock’s tip, but could cum no more. He panted from the exertion and threw his arms back down to the floor. Karen let the limp cock slide back inside his boxers with one last kiss.

She wiped her face with her t-shirt before laying her teamskeet porno head back on her father’s chest.

“God, honey. That was…uh, you…,” he stammered.

“Dad, it’s OK. Thank you for making me feel better during the storm.”

The tent was silent. “What storm? When?” he asked.

“Tonight. Geez. I knew you slept through it,” Karen said.

Richard laughed, which made Karen laugh and she moved up to his shoulder, kissing him on the side of the face.

They hugged and Richard felt his daughter’s body press hard against his. Despite what had just happened, he felt a twinge of desire. He suppressed the craving to grab her ass, which he would have done to her mother in a similar moment.

“Stay here if you want,” he told her.

“Ok,” she said.

Karen wondered what he was really thinking. She wondered if it would ever happen again. She wondered what he would feel like inside her.

That’s when she decided to stop asking herself questions she couldn’t answer and get some sleep.

They awoke in a couple hours with the rising sun shining brightly against the side of the tent. They were facing away from each other, but close enough to touch if they wanted to.

Richard got up first, changing into his cycling clothes while Karen was turned the other way. Years of modesty were not changed by one night’s events apparently.

Karen rolled over about the time her father was done tying his shoes. They smiled at each other and Richard studied the girl’s long legs, exposed clear to her panties. He remembered the feel of her legs on his in the middle of the night.

“I’ll let you get dressed,” he said, heading for the front of the tent.

Karen didn’t stop him. She didn’t know what to say that would sound genuine. She watched him slide out of the tent and pull the zipper back down behind him.

The young woman rummaged in her duffle bag for a pair of cycling shorts and a tank top. When she was dressed she stood on her knees on the tent floor and straightened the straps to her top. She looked down at her partially concealed breasts. They pressed against the material proudly, still yearning for the touch she desired last night. Maybe tonight…

She joined her father outside the tent and they prepared to pack everything before moving on to the next stop on their tour.

Any fear that either of them might have concerning comments by the other was unfounded. Neither was ready or willing to discuss what happened. Richard was still debating how to show his appreciation to his daughter. Karen was unsure of her father’s interpretation of her actions. Both felt closer to the other.

The day’s ride was hillier than the day before. Karen felt stronger on the bike, which her father told her was common on weeklong rides. By Friday, he assured her, he would have trouble keeping up with her. She doubted that.

Richard found it easier to put his hand on Karen’s shoulder, or back, as they walked at food stops or at sightseeing attractions. Her body seemed more accessible too him now, although he couldn’t guarantee that she felt the same way. They simply were more at ease with each other when, in fact, the opposite could have easily been the case.

By the end of the day’s ride it was obvious neither was going to demand an explanation from the other about the previous night. Implied approval was perfectly fine with both of them.

Father and daughter both thought during the day about the upcoming night. It might be crucial as to how the situation would be handled for the rest of their lives. What they didn’t know was that they were hoping for the same thing and their actions would prove it.

They camped at a county fairground. The good news was this meant a lot of wide-open spaces and tents were not on top of each other. Richard staked out a semi-shady spot on the fringe of the fairground and the tent was up within minutes. After their showers, they began the tedious task of killing the afternoon hours until it was time to eat dinner.

Once again, the midday heat prevented use of the tent until almost nine o’clock in the evening. But the humidity level was down and the cyclists were inside the tent reading about the next day’s ride before sunset.

With no TV or computer to keep Karen occupied, she found herself laying on top of her sleeping bag watching the lightning bugs land on the outside of the tent, their bellies flashing methodically. Voices could be heard in the distance.

She may have slept for a short while because she opened her eyes again to a darker tent. Not the pitch-blackness of the night before, but a gloom where only shapes could be discerned.

Her father was on top of his sleeping bag, on his back. He wore boxers. Karen quietly lifted her shirt over her head and felt the cool air rush over her bare breasts. She lay back down and stared up at the roof, her fingers sliding over her nipples. She took a deep breath and opened her shorts. With one motion, she lowered her shorts and panties simultaneously.

Karen tecavuz porno felt an incredible sense of relief flow through her. At that moment she wanted the tent to be drowned in light so that her father could see her in her nakedness…in her state of complete desire for him.

She looked over at him. Karen was stunned to see him looking right back at her. Only three or four feet separated them and clearly the outline of her naked body was visible to him.

Richard was the first to move. He slid off his sleeping bag and onto the tent’s floor, close enough to put his hand on Karen’s stomach. He lay on his side as his finger traced around her navel, then upward.

Karen closed her eyes. She felt the finger inch higher and enter the gap between her breasts. Finally, it touched her right breast and moved toward the nipple. Richard traced around it, too, purposely avoiding it. Then his hand moved down the side of her breast and around the bottom.

With an easy movement she wasn’t expecting, her father put his hand on top of her breast. He cupped it and pushed it higher on her chest, filling his palm with it. After one quick squeeze, he repeated the process with her other breast.

Now he was right next to her, close enough for her to hear him breathing. She looked at him, just in time to see his face move to her right breast and his lips to touch her. He kissed her breast gently and licked it one time.

With one hand on her left breast, Richard took her other nipple in his mouth. A surge of electricity ran through her as Karen felt her father’s tongue flick over and around her nipple. He eagerly sucked on it while massaging the other breast.

Karen never wanted him to stop. This was incredible. She may have moaned out loud but her mind was beyond paying attention to that. Her hand was on her father’s head, pulling him closer to her. If he could have taken her entire breast in his mouth, he would have. And she would have let him. Their mutual lust could be heard in the sounds of his lips and tongue slurping at the young woman’s breast and her anxious, guttural replies.

At some point Karen’s hand made contact with his cock. She did not hesitate to find the opening to his boxers and pull out the hardening shaft. Karen squeezed it tightly and felt it respond. A minute later she was on the verge of cumming and Richard’s erection was complete.

Karen fumbled with the waistband of his boxers, trying to lower them herself. When their bodies would not allow her to continue, Richard backed away and sat on the tent floor. Soon the boxers were out of sight in a corner of the tent.

He turned back toward his daughter and lowered himself onto her, half of his body covering half of hers. She felt the hard cock press against her leg as he sucked on her left breast. Not wanting to say anything in the midst of their passion, Karen gently put her hand on her father’s hip and pressed against him hard enough for him to understand her intentions. He complied by climbing on top of her.

The young woman spread her legs slightly, allowing Richard to slide between them. He kissed his way up to Karen’s neck. Karen felt the tip of his cock slide past the entrance to her pussy in the process.

She was wet. He was hard. She wanted him inside her.

One of Karen’s hands grasped the cock near the tip and pulled it towards her. She moved it into position and waited. Richard felt the tip enter her. He heard Karen gasp quietly before pushing again, inserting half of his cock.

In one continuous motion, he entered her completely, their bodies contacting each other at the hips. Slowly Richard lowered himself onto his daughter’s soft, warm body. He felt her breasts against his chest and he heard her breathing hard and fast.

She was the first to move her body. It rose to meet his and then fell back onto her sleeping bag again. Soon afterwards, Richard began sliding his cock in and out of Karen’s pussy with the ease of people who had made love for years and years.

They held each other tight for a few seconds before Richard’s hands slid beneath Karen and onto her ass. He pulled her up and thrust into her with more energy, squeezing her little ass cheeks until she moaned.

Karen lifted her legs and wrapped them around her father’s waist. Now she felt totally filled by his cock. Each time he pushed into her the sound of their skin slapping together and their sighs filled the tent.

Karen moved one hand between them and played with her clit. Occasionally she let her hand touch his cock as it moved in and out of her. This only made her father harder and closer to cumming.

Perhaps they would have an opportunity another time to make love, but for now this was pure fucking. The desires that began the night before built to a point where both Karen and Richard needed a release. They found it in each other in that dark tent.

Richard tried desperately to wait for his daughter to cum. Karen’s first thought was making her father cum. Richard couldn’t wait any more.

He held his face close to her ear and told her he was about to cum. She urged him on and rubbed her clit harder. She felt his cock throb inside her and his entire body tremble. Richard drove into Karen one more time and held his cock deep inside her cunt.

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Note: The following fictional story is a joint effort between the two authors and is not intended to reflect any true life adventure (although the male author wished it did!).

Friday had been a long day at the end of a long week. Joe Jarius had been working all week on reorganizing the company’s warehouse to reflect their recent change in product lines. His two forklift operators had worked well with him, occasionally throwing out suggestions to make access easier or to maximize storage. Still he hadn’t been able to finish the job until just a half-hour ago, 45 minutes after he had told his buddies that he would meet them at the Ace of Hearts Bar. This was the opening night for the new band and he knew the bar would be crowded.

He found his friends – Bill, Jamie, Jeff, Tony, and Les – at one of the big round tables right off the bar, right where they usually parked when they went out together. The place was crowded even beyond the usual Friday night people celebrating the end of the work week and the start of two days away from the stress of work. Jamie stopped a waitress long enough to order a beer for Joe and it soon appeared in front of him. The new band was already wound up and had the place rocking.

Knocking back a third of his drink in one refreshing swallow, Joe began to check out the crowd. As usual it was a mix of young professionals as well as people with more callouses on their hands than on their butts. One of the nice things about the place was how well the variety of careers … and sexes … got along here.

Joe’s gaze was more than half way around the room when his attention was snared by a woman he had never seen before. She was sitting – if you could call it that – right in front of the band. Actually she was dancing in the chair, her whole body moving to the beat of the music. Even the legs of the chair seemed to rock and roll while she moved.

Another girl sidled up to her and bent over to say something in her ear. Joe watched the woman’s beautiful face spread into a wide smile and she took the other woman’s hand, standing and following a few steps onto the dance floor.

Joe thought that he should have gone on about his crowd watching then. With two women dancing together, her orientation was immediately questionable. He also noted that she was a big beautiful woman, a body type that usually didn’t interest him. Yet for some reason, he could not turn away from the woman. In fact he realized that watching her hips sway as they danced had turned him on. He became light-headed as his blood pooled in his “southern” head, causing a strain against the front of his pants. The more he watched, the more Joe knew that he must have that woman!

Excusing himself to his friends, Joe danced out into the crowd, working his way toward the table where the woman had been sitting. Before he got there, the song ended and the women headed back to their seats. Joe stopped one of the barmaids, dropped a bill on her tray, and asked her to give the two ladies another round of whatever they were drinking. A few minutes later, the waitress nodded to Joe as she served the two women their fresh drinks.

Susan and Tammy had been great friends for several years. They met while going to college later in life. The women had clicked from day one. The two women looked like opposites do. Tammy was blond, petite and slender. Susan was a tall, sensuous BBW. Tammy was married to Steve. He played bass in a rock band known as The Rockers. The band made the rounds at most of the local bars and Tammy went to show support and have a good time. The band played to have fun and break even. They often rented some local hotel rooms and drank while they played. It made for some interesting renditions after midnight.

On this Friday night, Susan had managed to get away from her staid life as a pre-school teacher. She had the room next to Tammy’s and the two women were looking to break loose and have a good time; they were also there to show their support for The Rockers in their first night at the Ace of Hearts Bar.

Susan finished her second drink and let Tammy tease her from her chair. Jimmy, the young lead singer, always said he sang better when Susan danced for him. Susan thought he was a sweet kid, but just a kid. The women gyrated onto the dance floor. Susan and Tammy danced to the throbbing beat. They were laughing at the men in the band and themselves. The Rockers ended the song with a flourish and took a fifteen minute break. They put down their instruments and gladly took drinks from the waitress. Most of the band went to walk around the Ace and check out the scene. Steve smiled and shook his head at Tammy when she held up her fresh drink. He had seen the man working his way towards Susan. Steve knew who had bought the drinks. Tammy and Susan looked up at the waitress who placed the two margaritas down on the table. Tammy picked up one drink and smiled at her husband. He was retrieving his drink and she thought the drinks were from him. He just smiled and shook his head. Tammy and Susan both looked student sex parties porno at the waitress with questioning looks. The waitress smiled and gestured to a table by the bar. Both women looked and saw six men at a large round table. Only one wasn’t laughing with the rest of them. He was looking at Susan with a small smile on his face. Susan picked up her drink and smiled, nodded her head as thanks and took a healthy sip. When Susan had swallowed, she looked at Tammy and said,”My, my, I would not mind a long tall drink of that!” Tammy had to laugh. Susan might not be the string bean type, but she was fresh, full of good humor and oozed sex appeal.

Tammy asked Susan if she was going to say a proper thank you to the man. He was still watching Susan. To Tammy’s practiced eye, he looked like a wolf zeroing in on his dinner. Well, it’s about damn time some man decided to have his way with Susan! Plans began to take shape in Tammy’s mind. She urged Susan to go say her thanks as well. Susan stood up and carried off her drink to get a closer look at this man who had caught her eye. Then Tammy turned with a gleam in her eye towards her husband. He would willingly help Tammy’s friend find at least lust this night.

“What can we do to help the cause I see gleaming in your eyes, Love?” Steve asked with a matching evil grin.

“What’s on the play list for the next set?” Tammy asked.

Steve grinned back at her and pulled the set list from his pocket. The two sat with their heads together working to help Susan find fulfillment. As the rest of The Rockers floated back towards the stage, they were pulled into the scheme as well. The Rockers took the stage with an expanded goal in mind.

Susan sauntered over towards the man. He stood up with his beer and met her half-way.

“Thanks for the drinks. I’m Susan and Tammy is over there with her husband, Steve.”

Susan was wondering why her voice sounded breathy and more disturbing, why her womanly mound was oozing with damp, steamy heat. She had laid eyes on the man less than ten minutes ago!

“Joe. You’re welcome, any time.” Joe turned loose a smile that made his dimples show and hoped he didn’t scare her off. His voice came out as a low growl. He also hoped it was too dark for Susan to notice the bulge his cock was forming at the front of his pants.

Susan ended up pressed up against a support pole with Joe resting a forearm over her head. The press of people left no available tables. They didn’t mind. They traded immediate past histories. He liked that she worked with kids and she admired the brain power needed to organize and manage a warehouse.

Joe was almost drooling. Every time Susan breathed in, he could see the deep valley of her cleavage. If he was not mistaken, and he rarely was, he could smell her scent. Sliced peaches heating in the sun came to mind. He wanted her. He would have her.

Susan wanted to put her drink down and drape herself around Joe. Every time he spoke in that low growly voice, her insides quivered, her nipples ached. She wanted to lick his dimples and nibble his lower lip. Heck, she wanted to tear his clothes off and have her way with him on the floor. Susan cursed her scruples for not allowing her to be a slut with a hunk she just met.

The Rockers took the stage. As they tuned their instruments, Joe took Susan’s hand and began leading her to the dance floor.

“Dance with me,” he more commanded than asked. Susan smiled and allowed herself to be led.

When the band resumed playing, the first number was a fast one and by the time it was finished, Joe and Susan both were hot and out of breath. Joe started to guide her back to the table but the band immediately went into a slower number so he pulled her close and they danced together, letting their heart rates return to some semblance of normal.

Joe thought it was amazing how easily they danced together, how light a woman of Susan’s size moved in his arms. Some part of Joe’s mind was already in the process of revising his list of attributes that make a woman desirable.

Interesting that the third number was another slow dance and they just kept moving together. However Joe became acutely aware that some of Susan’s assets were pressed closely to his body: her breasts pressed into his chest and her abdomen rubbed against his growing erection. Or was that the other way around?

And his hand at her waist was sending delicious messages to his brain about her curves; he couldn’t seem to keep from letting his hand slide – just a little – down her back and rest at the lush curve of her hip. No matter how he tried, Joe could not keep his mind from wandering into the realm of sexual fantasies, all about this beautiful woman.

Trying to hide from his obvious excitement, Joe tried asking Susan questions about her career, hoping to take his mind from his attraction to her, at least for a while. He listened as she talked, prompted her when she faltered, and learned that the more she submissive cuckolds porno talked, the more he liked this sweet lady. But ultimately his ploy to distract his own mind failed. She even giggled at him a couple of times when he pulled her so close that she was blatantly poked by his hard-on.

Ignoring his predicament, Joe pulled Susan close enough that they danced cheek to cheek for a few minutes. Her hair smelled freshly washed, with just the faintest aroma of “woman” while a very soft bouquet of wildflower scented perfume wafted to his nostrils She smelled good enough to … to eat!

Susan was in lust. Joe had danced a fast number with her and then pressed closer and closer to her through the next two numbers. She was in a quandary. Push back into the hand almost on her ass or into the raging hard-on she could feel rubbing her front? Susan went for the frontal attack. She rubbed on his hard-on. Joe continued to talk to her and Susan had no idea what she said. “I’m surprised I am not stuttering like a fool!” she thought.

Joe decided he had to get Susan off the dance floor before they put on a show and were arrested. “Let’s go get a drink.”

Once again he took Susan’s hand and led her off to the bar. Susan went along, glad for the breather. Joe ordered drinks for them and Susan went off to the rest room.

Tammy accosted Susan in the bathroom. “How’s it going?” Tammy asked with a big grin.

Susan looked at her dear friend and asked, “Will I be a huge slut if I fuck Joe silly tonight?”

Tammy grinned and said the entire Rockers family would be sorely disappointed if she did not get satisfied tonight. Especially after the work they were putting into it! Susan grinned and hugged Tammy. The two women left the rest room. Tammy went back to the dance floor, Susan went to lust after Joe.

Joe met her at the bar. He had made his own quick trip to the men’s room to try and adjust his cock. He thought he had it under control until Susan walked up to him and smiled. She reached in front of him to pick up her cola. He arched a brow at her drink choice. She looked at him and smiled, her face full of lust and intent.

Joe and Susan talked and flirted while they had their drinks. They discovered that they lived within five miles of each other. They often went to see the same movies and were both allergic to cats. Susan was especially glad that she had stopped drinking. Her brain was clicking along at a merry pace. Her thoughts revolved around Joe. Beyond the incredible lust, he was making parts of her stretch and wake up. Susan wondered what she was getting into. To her, this felt like it was going to be more than just a good hard sexual release. She looked at Joe, trying to read his mind.

Joe finally had to ask why she was drinking the cola. She had already shared the fact that she had a room next door and wasn’t going to be driving anywhere that night. Susan took a deep breath, then another. She looked at Joe and told him flat out that she didn’t want to be drunk off her pins when she fucked him silly.

Susan looked at Joe, searching for a reaction. She didn’t have very long to wait. Joe let loose with that dimpled smile again. He put his drink down, took Susan’s from her, but kept her hand in his. Then Joe made for the door, keeping Susan tucked next to him with his arm around her waist.

The couple made it outside, barely. Susan felt the fresh air on her face and was pushed into the wall of the Ace. Joe growled that he had waited long enough. Joe’s lips took control of Susan’s mouth. His tongue played with hers. He sucked on her lower lip. He bit it and then stroked it with his tongue. Another couple came out of the Ace and startled Joe. He stood there, one hand in the luscious hair at the back of Susan’s head the other clamped onto her hip. He blinked at Susan and his face stilled.

Susan was stuttering with lust. She was glad for the wall; it kept her from forming a puddle on the cold walk. Then she looked up at Joe’s face and she too went still. Joe looked angry. Susan froze still and waited. Joe tipped his head and leaned his brow against Susan’s. He shuddered. Finally he growled.

“Damnation, woman. I am very close to wanting you naked on this sidewalk. You make my self control nil.”

Susan smiled up at Joe, took his hand and said, “Let’s go.” She led him to the hotel next door, took out her key and dropped it. “Goodness, Joe. We met less than three hours ago and I want you so much I can’t open a door!”

Joe picked up the key, opened the door and kissed Susan as they stumbled inside. He shut the door with a solid click and turned the bolt with a loud scrape. Joe leaned on the firmly shut door and let fly with his grin. He pulled Susan to him and they wrapped their arms around each other’s neck and commenced to kissing each other silly.

Joe was amazed at how they seemed to glide to the bed. Susan just wanted skin, Joe’s skin, under her lips. She tore his shirt up over his head and licked a nipple. taboo heat porno Susan continued to tongue Joe’s nipples as her hands explored the slightly furry skin of his chest, back and arms.

Joe wanted some of Susan’s skin. He pushed her back onto the bed, yanking her shirt over her head as she fell. Joe smiled and left the shirt tangled around Susan’s hands. He followed her down onto the bed. He nipped at a still quivering nipple through Susan’s bra. Joe straddled Susan’s legs and pulled her bra over her breasts. Joe visually feasted. Susan wriggled, thrust her hips into Joe and fought her shirt. Joe growled and Susan stilled.

Joe was having a sensory overload. He felt incredible heat from where Susan was pushing into his cock through her skirt and his jeans. He could see the blue veins running down her arms and through her breasts. She had the largest nipples he had ever seen. Areolas as large as silver dollars and nipples red as cherries. He palmed both breasts and felt Susan’s nipples grow harder. Silk, Joe thought. She feels like hot silk.

Joe ran his hands down to Susan’s waist and opened the button to her skirt. Susan finally freed her hands. She leaned up and took off her bra. Joe discovered he liked this position. Susan could reach his fly and not much else. She looked at Joe and unbuttoned his jeans. They stared at each other for a long moment, hands clutching hands. Finally, Joe backed away from that incredible heat. He almost went back when he heard the moan from Susan’s throat.

Joe pushed his jeans to the floor and kicked them away. His underwear soon followed while Susan was tugging her skirt from her waist. Quickly Joe rejoined her and bending over her, met her sweet lips with a tender, searching, yearning kiss that bared their innermost secrets. With a desire to taste her, to consume her, he moved to her forehead, lips kissing, tip of his tongue licking. To her eyelids, he planted little tender kisses, then moved to her cheeks, where the licks and kisses became more demanding. Her ear got special attention that nearly drove her wild as she squirmed under him.

Almost reluctantly Joe’s tongue slid down Susan’s creamy smooth neck, to her soft shoulders, back and forth from one side to the other, leaving no part of her skin untouched. He reached her breasts, started with the luscious curve where the soft globe began to protrude from her side. Kissing, licking, nudging, nuzzling, Joe moved tantalizingly slowly along the curve of her mammary, tracing the point where it joined her body underneath, the skin soft and warm and slightly fragrant.

Susan could feel her own juices flowing freely from between her legs, soaking the thin crotch of her lacy white panties. She wanted Joe between her legs in the worst way but she couldn’t bring herself to stop what he was doing. It had been a long time since she’d had a lover spend so much time with her and make her feel so hot and so wanted that she couldn’t hurry him. Instead she ran her fingers through his hair and moved with him as he kissed his way up around the inner side of her left breast, knowing that he would – he must – be heading toward her aching nipple.

Susan wrapped her legs around Joe’s waist, tugging on him while his mouth worked its magic. She would love for him to continue his ministrations, if only he would slide his cock into her yearning core. Instead Joe resisted, pulling back slightly to keep from pressing himself against her. His mouth and tongue continued their explorations and she sighed loudly when his mouth closed over her distended nipple, sucking it into his mouth. She loved the feelings that seemed to run straight from her nipple to her wet pussy.

However she was mistaken if she thought Joe was going to camp out on her breast. After dallying for a few moments, he shifted to her other side and repeated the same questing search of that globe. She felt the little trail of his saliva in the form of an extra coolness as his mouth passed an area of her hot flesh. Again when he closed over her nipple, her body jumped involuntarily at the delicious feelings he gave her.

Not waiting long, Joe left her breasts and resumed his quest for licking every bit of Susan’s exposed skin, moving from side to side, inexorably moving down, down, down until, slipping out of the grasp of her legs, he lowered himself into the valley between her thighs. Easing her panties down her legs, the heat assaulted him immediately, as he knew it would. Her outer lips were blood-engorged so that they were puffy round mounds protecting her inner being, yet they were thoroughly coated with a clear sheen of slick liquid, a sure sign of her excitement, of her welcome for his attentions. Gently, carefully Joe spread Susan’s lips and he reached out his tongue to taste her. Mm, she was sweeter than his wildest dreams had imagined.

Susan’s hips came right up off the bed at the touch of Joe’s tongue. Joe gently placed his hands on Susan’s inner thighs and pushed her legs back open. He spread the outer most lips of Susan’s pussy open and looked at her weeping flower. Clear, liquid heat dribbled out and was running down the smooth crease between thigh and ass. Joe put his lips and tongue to lapping up the overflow. A man could quickly become addicted to this pleasure. Joe thought as he tuned in to the gasps and moans flowing from Susan’s mouth.

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Friday evening after a particularly stressful day at work Paul called his wife. He asked her to meet him at a local watering hole for a drink and to unwind before going home. He had been horny for her all day, ever since they got up too late to scratch the itch they both shared that morning. Paul wanted to race home after work to have sex with Jennifer, but the day had worn him thin. He was in need of a drink and some distraction from work first.

Paul entered the lounge and settled in at the bar to wait for Jenn. The place was full this early in the evening but he figured it was the Friday crowd doing the same thing he was. As he waited and finished his Margarita the crowd started to thin. Soon there were only two couples and a few single guys. One man in a business suit was sitting alone at the bar near Paul. To break the monotony Paul introduced himself.

“How’re you doing tonight my name’s Paul?”

The man eyed Paul for a moment as though he were sizing him up. He then smiled, extending his hand and said, “I’m doing fine, my name’s Don.”

His keen brown eyes searched Paul’s face and body language. Looking for signs of aggression or psychosis. Finding none, Don asked, “What’re you drinking, would like another?”

“Yes, I would. Paul said. My wife is on her way but you know how that is.”

Don laughed and said, “Oh yeah, I can relate, I was married once. It didn’t work out and I haven’t taken the plunge again.”

“So what’s keeping you from it, Don?”

The man looked at Paul over the rim of his glass and said, “I haven’t met the right one yet. Besides, I’m having too much fun living the single life. If you know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I do. Hasn’t been that long ago for me either but I have a great wife now. I couldn’t be happier. We’re a perfect match. She’s smart, adventurous, loving and sexy as hell. We let each other be ourselves and encourage one another in pretty much anything we engage in.” Paul set his second drink glass down and motioned for another round even before he was empty.

The alcohol didn’t waste any time hitting home and Paul quickly became chatty about this and that. He told Don about a home movie they had recently made. He was rather pleased with the way it turned out. The more comfortable he became, Paul, painted a picture of he and his wife and the sometimes erotic lives they led. Don now showed more of an interest. He found himself telling Don, how uninhibited his wife was. How they would tell each other their fantasies, even playing out some of them together. How she would masturbate for him as he watched and other sex games they liked to engage in. Paul could see by the bulge in his pants that Don was becoming aroused by the sexual banter. It was having the same unexpected effect on Paul as he talked.

It was then Jennifer came through the door, scanning the room for her husband. She was beautiful. Dressed in a sheer knee-length, skirt. The backlighting from the open door turned the fabric translucent. Her shapely body visible through the thin material. A snug fitted top as green as her eyes accentuated her ample bosom. Her auburn hair flowed in loose curls, at times both hiding or framing her breasts. Paul raised his hand and stood as she spotted him at the bar. Her face lit up with a broad Hollywood smile that could capture any room. She tracked straight toward Paul her skirt, hugging her curves.

Don started to comment but all that came out was “Whoa!”

Paul lightly kissed Jenn on the lips and turned to Don. “Don, this is my wife Jennifer, ain’t she something?” he gloated. Don stood speechless, Jennifer filled the void by offering her hand, “Hello Don, please call me Jenn. Jennifer is just too formal.”

Paul made room for Jenn between Don and himself and ordered her a drink. They soon decided it would be more comfortable in a booth so they found one away from the bar and settled in. Don sat across from the couple. He was silently replaying Paul’s earlier conversation about their home movie. He tried not to stare at Jenn with her hypnotic green eyes and large breasts. He found it impossible.

They talked and drank for an hour until someone suggested they leave the now crowded bar. They decided to go to Paul and Jenn’s home, for a nightcap. Don followed in his rental car. He was only in town for one more night. The business meetings he had attended being over, he had to catch an early flight the next morning.

On the ride home, Paul thought about how Don had become aroused from him telling the story of Jenn and the home video. He admitted to Jenn what he had said before she arrived. Don was surprised how many questions she asked about what he had said to get Don that excited. He thought talking about their sex life with a stranger might piss her off. Instead, she seemed interested. He told her that he had also become aroused as he related the details to Don. Even now, talking to Jenn pendik escort about it was sparking his libido.

Reaching over he pushed her skirt up. She was not wearing panties. Paul looked at her as if to ask why as he enjoyed her wetness. His fingers teased her shaved cleft. She was already damp.

“You said you wanted to have some fun tonight, so I thought I would get the party started, she said with a laugh. “I didn’t know we were having company.”

She admitted rather sheepishly, “I and Don were kind of playing footsie under the table at the bar. That and touching your bulge excited me… he is a fine looking man after all.”

“Are you telling that while you were stroking me you were playing with his feet?”

“Yeah, I hope you’re not mad at me. I was just being playful.”

“No, I’m not mad, but now what do we do? He’s following us home and may have expectations. It’s bad enough I told him about the video and got him hot and bothered, now this?” Paul said.

“We’ll think of something. Let’s go with the flow and see where it takes us.” Jenn said smiling.

“That’s Jenn, always the optimist,” he thought. Paul had an inkling of what she was hinting. He had to admit the thought was intriguing. They touched each other the rest of the way home. The couple hesitated to get out of the car to let Paul’s erection subside. Don pulled into the drive behind them and thankfully he too, took his time getting out of the car. Paul wondered if it wasn’t for the same reason, now that he knew what had transpired at the bar with Jenn.

Finally, they went into the house. Paul made drinks and showed Don around, while Jenn disappeared into the bedroom. Paul excused himself as Don was browsing through their music collection and went to see what was keeping Jenn.

She was in the bathroom freshening her makeup when he came in. She seemed nervous so he asked what she was thinking about. Jenn said, “What do you think we should do now?”

“Look, are you attracted to this guy? Do you want to have a threesome or something? I admit I’m excited by the idea…OK, maybe a lot excited! I just want us to be happy with whatever we decide.”

Jenn was looking at her husband like a deer in the headlights when he said, “OK, it’s alright with me, in fact, it could be a lot of fun. It’s something we’ve fantasized about many times. You make the call.”

That must have released Jenn’s emotional gridlock. She started asking about how they should go about it. She was obviously nervous and fevered at the prospect. The more questions she asked, the hotter and more confused she became. Paul admitted he had thought about watching Don and Jenn having sex. He said that he was horny as hell, had been that way since morning and was ready for anything. He was eager to see this stranger with her as much as she wanted to be with him. It would be hot to watch the two of them together.

The couple came from the bedroom a bit red-faced from their discussion. Don was sitting on the sofa, drink in hand, his long legs stretched out in front of him. His dark hair tousled from running his hands through it.

“I was beginning to think you two weren’t coming back and I’d have to drink all alone.” he smiled.

“No, nothing like that,” Paul said as he retrieved his own glass and downed the mixture. They made small talk until Paul brought up the video again, Don’s face lit up.

“Are you ready for the viewing, I mean do you have time and would you like to?” Paul said nervously.

“Sure, I would love to see it. I have until my flight leaves in the morning to do whatever,” he said, a tone of excitement in his voice. Paul glanced at Jenn, she smiled and diverted her eyes.

“Is it alright with you, honey? Do you mind if Don sees our video?”

She got up to make herself another drink, then coyly, “OK, if you must.” Jenn sensed what was to come and it ignited a familiar heat between her legs.

Paul started the video, it showed Jenn on the bed in a sweet see-through burgundy camisole and matching bikini bottoms. He was in silk boxers. They kissed and touched each other through their clothing. Paul started kissing Jenn’s neck and fondling her breasts. Don sat still watching at first but when Paul pulled Jenn’s camisole down and exposed her tits he became wide-eyed. He kept saying how sweet and nice she looked in a low breathy voice. Soon, the screen filled with her firm shapely ass but her pussy remained hidden. Paul spanked her bottom several times until it had a rosy hue. He told her what a bad girl she was and then began to peel off the rest of her lingerie exposing her clean-shaven pussy. The only hair remaining was a cute heart shape above her clit. Paul directed Jenn to play with herself as he took some close-up shots of her. She spread her lips, running a finger up and down her slit and around her glistening clit, enticing Paul with her lewdness.

As the trio escort pendik watched and commented on the video, Don’s voice began to quiver with mounting excitement. Jenn’s skirt was now raised above her knees and she was fighting the impulse to touch herself. On the screen, she was pressing her tits together in front of the camera. Paul was behind her reaching between her legs to rub her pussy. Her lips glistened with her juices.

“So Don, do you like her tits enough to suck on them?” Paul whispered.

“I’d love too, but I don’t want to cause any problems,” he exclaimed.

“No problem here, you could help us fulfill a fantasy. We’ve talked about having a third person join us many times and I guess maybe the time is right. Do you have any problems with two men and one woman?”

“Not at all, I’m excited and honored to join you for some fun.” Don returned.

Pulling at his tie and unbuttoning his shirt Don said, “I never thought this trip would come to this. It makes the traveling all worthwhile.”

“Like I said, Don, we’ve talked and fantasized about this for a long time. Jenn has wanted to have sex with two men at once and I’ve wanted to watch another man with her. This is the right time and place. What can I say? Speaking of the star, where did she go?” Paul rose and headed for the bedroom, leaving Don to finish removing his shirt and pants. Jennifer had changed into the same camisole outfit that she wore on the video. She looked awesome! He couldn’t help grabbing a hand full of ass as she passed by. He told her that he had invited Don to join in.

“I thought maybe you had so I got ready, turned down the bed and laid out your shorts. I’ll keep him company while you ready yourself.”

“Oh, baby… I’m ready right now!”

Jennifer was more than ready. She seemed exhilarated from the combination of the drinks, video and the thought of what was about to happen. Jennifer disappeared around the corner and Paul went to change.

Don was on the sofa now with just his shorts on watching Jenn give Paul head on the TV. When he saw her he quickly drew his hand away from his crotch only to show that his shorts wouldn’t hold what he was trying to hide. He stammered and blushed as Jenn walked directly over and sat down next to him.

“Let me see if I can help you with that.” she boldly said as her hand reach through the front opening and grasp his hard-on. “My, aren’t you a big boy, and hard too,” she whispered. Still stammering Don told her that it was he that was supposed to be sucking on her tits. She agreed and pulled his head to her chest.

Don went after her like a starving man. He pulled her camisole straps down and exposed what he was witness to in the video. Her breasts were fantastic, large and firm, with light brown nipples, hard and erect. He sucked one into his mouth and worked it around with his tongue. Dividing his time between the two, Jenn’s head fell against the sofa. She delighted in the attention. Jenn maintained her grip on his manhood, pulling and squeezing the man’s pulsing cock. Don felt huge in her hand. She wanted so badly to put her mouth on him though she loved the feeling of him kissing her breasts.

Paul watched from the bedroom doorway as Don ravished his wife. He stroked himself and watched as Jennifer’s hand did the same to the man’s cock. He felt a rush of adrenaline surge through his body as he thought of touching and putting Don’s cock in his mouth. What a strange sensation he thought. I’m not gay, but to experience the act, intrigued him. What would it be like, what does Jenn feel when she does it to him? So many times he had wondered. He had to know.

Jennifer rose to her knees, pushing Don back against the sofa as she read Paul’s mind. She lowered her head to his throbbing cock. Don complied, stretching out his long legs, his cock thrusting out of his shorts like a rising tent pole. Jenn looked at it and gave a low whistle as her hand worked the long, thick shaft. She put her mouth over the head and it quickly disappeared. Her head bobbed as she sucked and licked and pulled at his huge shaft.

Paul sat behind Jenn stripping her panties to her knees, exposing her juicy, excited pussy. She continued to service Don’s magnificent appendage. Paul spread his wife’s ass cheeks and slid his tongue between them, teasing and probing. She knelt with her ass in the air as he licked and sucked at her bare lips, tasting the sweet nectar he was so used to.

Oral sex with Jenn inspired Paul’s sex drive flushing his many fantasies from their hiding places. Under its spell, he was game for anything as far as sex was concerned. He let the stimulation wash over him like a giant wave of lust. His mind filled with the prospect of having sex with another man now that the chance was upon him. This could be the right time. He decided to to go for it and give in to his base desires.

Soon he was joining Jennifer at pendik escort bayan Don’s crotch. They shared the experience as they had so many other firsts. Jenn offered Don’s cock to Paul and he took it eagerly. With his eyes closed, he took the man’s member into his mouth, feeling the soft, fullness it presented. Carefully, he began a slow fucking motion with his lips. He wanted Don to feel the joy that he hoped he could give by having an intimate knowledge of his own penis.

Don lay back with his eyes closed rejoicing in the feeling of what he thought was this woman’s talents. Little did he suspect that it was Paul not the beautiful woman that was giving him such pleasure. Paul, absorbed in the act, used different strokes and pressures pulled at the man’s member. He was getting as much pleasure from the feel of this smooth slippery man part filling his mouth as he had hoped. The experience rivaled that of eating his wife’s pussy in excitement, which always gave him immense joy in itself.

Jenn pulled back to watched as her husband savored this other man’s penis. She was surprised and excited watching their fantasy unfold before her eyes. She had never thought that Paul was capable of such passion with a man. Sure they had talked about it many times but she never expected it to happen. She was on fire with need, wanting her own time with this man’s rock hard cock. She longed to be fucked and she wanted this stranger to fuck her first. She wanted both men to fuck her. She was so hot and ready that she envisioned the men in a double penetration scene with her. She imagined their cocks rubbing together inside her as they fucked her with abandon.

Jenn tapped Paul’s shoulder to get his attention and he released Don from his mouth. Jenn switched places with Paul and climbed on to straddle Don’s hips. Lowering herself, she helped guide his stiff prick to her waiting cavity. Slowly she lowered herself until she consumed its entire length. Don forced his hips upward to give her every inch as deeply as he could. She whimpered as he hit bottom, pushing against her insides.

Paul watched as Don thrust his cock deep into his wife, his balls slapping against her ass as she rode him. Overcome with the sight, Paul maneuvered himself behind Jenn’s raised ass. He directed his cock against her. With some lube and persistence, he managed to force himself into her ass. Her body stretched to accommodate him. The two men stopped to let her adjust with the fullness before they began to move within her crowded body. She loved it. The thought of these two men inside her and the full feeling was like nothing she had ever felt before. The woman relaxed as best she could and let them fuck her as they wanted.

Paul could feel Don’s cock moving against his through Jenn’s thin tissues. It was like nothing he had ever experienced. The two men worked their cocks rhythmically back and forth alongside each other. It was an erotic masturbatory dance that left them all whimpering with joy.

Don was beside himself with ecstasy. He moved his cock against Paul’s feeling the other man sliding against him in the most delightful way. The thought and mental vision were so overpowering that he had to fight back his urge to cum.

The trio writhed as one for many minutes before Don announced that he could hold back no longer, “I’m going to cum…oh god… I can’t stop”.

Jenn urged Don to let go, “Oh yes, give it to me. I want you to fill me with your cum… fuck me, Don!”

With a loud guttural groan, his cock throbbed, releasing its burden, flooding Jenn with his white torrent. He held himself deep within her as he came. Paul was struggling to keep his own orgasm in check when Jennifer broke into hers. With a shuddering cry of joy, she came again and again, “Oh yes…Fuck me…oh fuck me…fill me, Paul…”

Paul took his turn filling Jenn with an explosive climax. After a time, each man’s cock slowly slipped from the woman as their erections softened. Leaving her to silently weep with joy from her mind-expanding orgasm. And the gratification of pleasing these two men. She had experienced an act that she had only fantasized. The reality was overwhelming.

Paul dropped to the floor still gasping for breath until he was again able to speak.

“Jenn honey, are you alright, how do you feel?

“I’m fine, more than fine. I just need a few minutes. Thank you both for a wholly, mind-blowing orgasm.” she said between deep breaths.

“Don…how about you,” Paul asked?

Don was speechless. He too was having a hard time catching his breath after such a volatile orgasm.

“Yeah, I’m good… just can’t talk… right now.”

The three lay, scattered on the sofa and floor for some time before they were able to move again. Paul reached up and took Jennifer’s hand, “I love you, baby.”

Don left an hour later full of smiles and saying this had to be the best business trip he had ever taken.

Later, Paul and Jenn fell into bed, entwined in each other’s arms. They drifted into a satisfied, peaceful sleep. There would be time tomorrow to discuss and relive their shared adventure.

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Last of Chapter 11

I walked into the house to find John sitting on the sofa waiting for me. He looked closely at my scanty, disheveled bra and panties. He said, “I hope you had a good time.” I smiled and said, “I had a wonderful time.” Sitting next to my husband I told him everything that happened, including the fact that I had a wonderful orgasm several times. John asked if I “liked what happened” to me. Without hesitation, I told John I LOVED it. He did not respond. I then walked to our bedroom and showered and went to bed alone in an old granny gown.

John poured himself another drink and went into the garage where he pulled out a box he had stored among his tools. Taking it back to the house he sat on the sofa and carefully unwrapped it. Inside was a shiny, new Colt 45 single action revolver. It had a stag handle and was wrapped carefully. Always unloaded, John took out his cleaning kit and cleaned, polished and oiled this classic hand gun. He opened an old box of shells and loaded it, getting the feel of the pistol he had not fired since before he and Pam had been married. Satisfied all was in order he wrapped it and placed it back in its hiding place.

End of Chapter 11

CHAPTER 12

Monday almost noon was the first time I saw John. I knew my husband needed time to digest what I had told him had happened at the Auction and my reaction to it. Surprisingly, John was in a cheerful mood. He said he had thought about the entire arrangement we both had made with Kevin and said that he should have understood what I was having to experience for the good of both of us. He did not mention how my attitude and feelings about becoming Kevin’s sub had become both positive and unquestionable. I think we both knew that I was beginning to love assuming the role of his sub and truly enjoying being a submissive.

John and I had a friendly and happy afternoon in the back yard. I prepared a picnic and we both laughed and talked like a couple that had just gotten married and were deeply in love. John avoided my personal feelings and did not ask how I felt about becoming almost a sex slave to Kevin. I of course did not bring up that subject either. What we did talk about was what we would do the rest of the summer and how much we both wanted to get back into our classrooms with our students.

I noticed it was getting late and I needed to get in my required run before I went to the gym. Changing into my shorts and sports bra, I took off for a jog that lasted over an hour. My body was getting stronger and I was able to run greater distances and faster. In addition, I was looking and feeling better. Since Kevin had replaced my pad lock, I was unable to have sex with John of even to caress my clit for self gratification. This proved to be an effective chastity belt. It did not take too long to get used to the cumbersome lock pulling down on my labia, especially if I wore two pair of heavy panties to carry the weight. I did become very horny and easily became aroused as the lock moved across my pussy and bounced against my always enlarged clit.

At five I was already home and had showered. I put on a pair of slacks and a loose sweater along with my double set of panties and my tight bra. When I got tuzla escort to my locker at the gym I found a note that told me to report to the doctor. This was not unusual as she kept a close eye on my medications and my physical condition. I went to her office before I changed into my workout clothing.

Doctor Graham had me sit on the exam table and gave me her usual exam. She had me remove my sweater and bra and began taking exact measurements. She told me that Kevin was disappointed in the slow progression of my breast enlargement. He had even mentioned breast implants. Dr. Graham told him she would like to give the hormone treatment a better chance to work, keeping everything natural. She told Kevin that she had a few ideas that would augment the hormones. He agreed to give it another month while he was away. He would decide what they would do later after he saw the results. I had begun as a 32B and had now become a full 34D. Dr. Graham said they were still well balanced and my frame could easily stand larger breasts. They felt heavy to me as they now were, but she said I would soon get used to the increased weight. She said she wanted to give the milk ducts an opportunity to fill and actually produce fluids, which I discovered was also one of Kevins goals.

The doctor told me to toss away the medications I had been taking and begin with two new ones. One was a hormone about twice as strong as the previous one I was taking. The other was a sexual stimulant that has been used in Europe for many years but not yet officially approved in the U.S. I asked about any side effects and was informed that the only thing I would notice was larger breasts (my goal) and perhaps a small leakage of breast milk. There was also the possibility of becoming increasingly horny. That would be a problem as I had the chastity lock on me all of the time.

I was asked to schedule an extra half hour with the doctor on Monday, Wednesday and Friday and make it before my scheduled work out. She wanted to give the new medications a chance to work and then begin a new procedure to increase the chance for them to work. That would be explained and demonstrated at the first appointment, the next Monday, seven days off.

I was given two bottles, one of capsules and one of a liquid. The doctor now ordered them to be taken in the morning as soon as I awoke and again with my dinner. One capsule twice a day and one teaspoon twice a day was my schedule. She did outline a strict diet of protein, vegetables and fruits for my strength and my shape as well as the breast enhancement. I was then sent to my normal workout with my trainer Mr. King.

It was a long and difficult workout. I worked hard on firming my abs and decreasing waist size. The running helped shape my legs and my trainer added jumping jacks and squats to shape my legs. Mr. King said I had slipped a little and may have eaten or drank too much over the weekend. He was determined to burn those calories off of me before I went home that evening. I was exhausted when I finally went home.

I skipped dinner, gave John a loving hug and kissed him goodnight. This was my basic schedule for the next week. John was kind and never mentioned Kevin except he wanted to know when he was to tuzla escort bayan return to town. John said he wanted to see him and talk about a couple things. He would never be specific about the topics; I can only assume it was about me.

A week had passed and I had my next appointment with the doctor. Following the usual exam she was smiling and said I had increased my bust almost an inch. The hormones were working. I had suspected that as I could no longer fit into my 34 D bra. I must be at least a DD. She had me remove my bra and took more exact measurements, recording them in her log. Human placental lactogen (HPL), the body releases various amounts of HPL. This hormone appears to be instrumental in breast, nipple, and areola growth before birth. This is now what I was taking.

When the breast is stimulated, prolactin levels in the blood rise, peak in about 45 minutes, and return to the pre-breastfeeding state about three hours later. The release of prolactin triggers the cells in the alveoli to make milk. Prolactin also transfers to the breast milk. Some research indicates that prolactin in milk is greater at times of higher milk production, and lower when breasts are fuller. The doctor said she was going to assist the hormones by stimulating my breasts. She called it “induced lactation.”

The doctor explained that lactation can be induced by physical stimulation and by drugs. It is possible to induce lactation by sucking on the nipples alone. The nipples may need to be consistently stimulated by a breast pump or actual suckling, and the breasts massaged and squeezed (“milked”) to encourage the flow of milk. Temporary use of galactagogue (milk-inducing) drugs is also effective; galactagogue herbs may also be of use. Once established, lactation responds to demand. Also, some couples may use lactation for sexual purposes.

Erotic lactation refers to an individual’s sexual arousal from breastfeeding. Depending on the context, the terms adult suckling, adult nursing, and adult breastfeeding can refer to the practice. The doctor said she was going to use a milking machine to develop increased milk in the glands and a flow of my own milk. Milking machines are used to harvest milk when manual milking becomes inefficient or labor intensive.

The milking unit is the portion of a milking machine for removing milk from an udder. It is made up of a claw, two teat cups, (Shells and rubber liners) long milk tube, long pulsation tube, and a pulsator. The claw is an assembly that connects the short pulse tubes and short milk tubes from the teat cups to the long pulse tube and long milk tube. Claws are commonly made of stainless steel or plastic or both. Teat cups are composed of a rigid outer shell (stainless steel or plastic) that holds a soft inner liner or inflation. Transparent sections in the shell may allow viewing of liner collapse and milk flow. The annular space between the shell and liner is called the pulse chamber.

Milking machines work in a way that is different from hand milking. Continuous vacuum is applied inside the soft liner to massage milk from the teat by creating a pressure difference across the teat canal (or opening at the end of the teat). Vacuum also helps keep the machine attached escort tuzla to the woman. The vacuum applied to the teat causes congestion of teat tissues (accumulation of blood and other fluids). Atmospheric air is admitted into the pulsation chamber about once per second (the pulsation rate) to allow the liner to collapse around the end of teat and relieve congestion in the teat tissue. The ratio of the time that the liner is open (milking phase) and closed (rest phase) is called the pulsation ratio.

The two streams of milk from the teat cups are usually combined in the claw and transported to the collection bucket (usually sized to the output of one woman) in a single milk hose.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She wanted to milk me like a cow. Before I had a chance to object, she placed me on a flat table, on my stomach. The strange thing about the table was that it had a very comfortable head rest and two one-foot wide holes for my breasts to hang through.

She offered me a strap to go around my back, legs and neck, but I refused and said I would try it without being bound. As I laid flat getting comfortable with my enlarged tits swinging free, she went under the table and wiped my full tits with a cold liquid. It must have been an antiseptic or sterilizer.

She them told me that the only thing that was painful was attaching the “claws” to my nipples. I was informed that she did not expect any milk this time. She wanted me to experience the machine and get used to it as she was going to use it more and more often as my tits progressed their development.

It only took a moment until I felt the first clamp lock on to my right nipple. The tiny teeth bit into me, and was then covered with the soft rubber vacuum seal. A minute later I felt the same pain biting into my left nipple.

She stood up and told me I was now attached and asked if I was ready for the machine. The pain if the needle like teeth still was very bad, but I wanted to get this over with and told her to go ahead.

I heard a pump start up and gradually the suction began on both tits at the same time. It felt strange but actually began to feel very good. So good, the pain of the claws disappeared. I rested my head and began to enjoy this erotic feeling. The longer it was on the better it felt and more sexually aroused I became.

The doctor let it run for only five minutes and then turned it off and disconnected me. I wondered what would happen if she left my connected for much longer.

She told me to get dressed and our session was now complete. I left and was anxious for our next appointment.

When I returned home I showered and attempted to masturbate, but could not reach my clit because of the chastity belt and lock. Damn, I was horny. I went to bed without dinner, hoping to loose another pound or two for Kevin.

John stayed up, checking his calendar as to the date Kevin was to return. He knew that it would only be a day or two after he returned before he had his slave/slut, Pam, come to him. He carefully planned to turn off the garage light and follow them to where ever she was taken without them seeing him following.

He got out his “Colt” again, oiled it and made certain it was loaded before he hid it from Pam. John then went to sleep on the sofa to keep from disturbing his wife. Both of them tossed and turned thinking about what would be their future.

To be continued in Chapter 13

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Dear Reader…all characters are over the age of eighteen. This part of the story deals with anal licking and face sitting. I hope you enjoy! 😀

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Princess Nicolette – A beautiful day for a ride

Amadeus sat in his saddle and rode watchfully behind his charge. Princess Nicolette rode beautifully, and looked quite good while doing so he noted. He watched the sway of her body as they plodded along through the King’s forest. They always took familiar tracks through the woods.

“It’s a beautiful day, don’t you agree Amadeus?” She called back in her sing song voice.

“It is, my Princess.”

She glanced over her shoulder at him and grinned. Amadeus loved her smiles. She had so many different smiles, but they were all enchanting. “The cliff is coming up.” Amadeus said with warning. She knew these woods as well as he did, but he still always gave warning of the dangers.

“I am not going to the cliff today.” she declared.

“Where are we going today, Nico?”

“The grotto!” She declared with mischief in her voice.

Amadeus felt his manhood begin to swell and shifted uncomfortably on his mount. “Oh really?”

“Most decidedly.” Princess Nico guided her horse toward the path that lead to the grotto.

The grotto was a private and beautiful place in the middle of the forest. It allowed for lots of safe private spots where a couple could hide away and make love. The grotto was one of Nico’s favorite places to visit in the King’s forest.

Soon enough they reached their destination and dismounted their horses. They tied both mounts to a tree in the shade. The horses found plenty of grass to eat while they waited for their riders to return.

No sooner was Nicolette off of her horse that she was running playfully away from Amadeus. Of course he gave chase. It wasn’t much of a chase. Nico, for nine and ten years was petite like her sister

Cleo who was a year and a bit older. His long legs ate up the ground between them in no time. Amadeus grabbed the pretty Princess around her narrow waist and hoisted her into the air against his chest. Nico’s laugh was infectious and soon they both laughed together.

Gently he lowered her to her feet and she spun to face him. She looked so beautiful with her face flushed from laughter and fresh air. Amadeus swooped down and captured her perfect cupid’s bow mouth in a heated his. His hands swept around her back and he knew he had to have her. She tasted of strawberries, and he couldn’t get enough.

Immediately his cock reacted to her as it always did. ” I need you.” he growled when their mouth’s parted.

“I want you.” she responded breathlessly.

Taking her small hand he lead her deeper into the grotto to their favorite secluded spot. Fortunately, Amadeus always brought a blanket from the stables. He placed it over the soft grass and they both sat down facing each other.

Nico’s bright blue eyes were lit with a playfulness. He watched as she unlaced her blouse and pulled it open. Her small breasts were unbound and now exposed to his eyes. He loved how pale her perfect pink nipples were. He went to reach for one but she pushed away his hand.

“I can look but not touch?” He asked.

“Not until you tell me everything!” Nico said.

“What do you mean?” Amadeus asked. He knew she wanted to know what her sister was up to.

“You went to her bed last night, right?”

“My Princess commanded it, so yes I went to Cleo’s bed last night.”

Nico’s eyes seem to heat. “Did you fuck her bursa escort again, Amadeus?”

Nico rarely used curse words, but seemed to relish the moments when she did. Her expression was such of a starving man being given food and drink.

“You bid me to fuck her as often as possible, and I fucked her last night.”

“Yes! That’s perfect. Where did you cum?”

Amadeus watched as she reached for her nipples and tugged on them playfully. He felt his mouth water with need to feast on those nipples. “I came inside her, Nico.”

“What did she do to you?” Nico always knew, and always wanted all the details. She seemed to become very charged by the details of what Cleo forced him to submit to. Amadeus both loved and hated this.

“She fucked me with her strap on.” He confessed quietly.

Nico made a sexy little sound that was a cross between a sigh and a whimper. She pinched her nipples tightly between her fingers. “Is it big?”

“Big enough.”

“Is it as big as your own cock?”

He could tell she wouldn’t let this go. “Yes, my Princess. The phallus is as big as my own cock. Cleo wanted it that way.”

Nico stood up and painfully slowly lowered her riding breeches. The Princesses were not permitted to wear pants at all except when riding. Their King father allowed them riding breeches. Amadeus watched her work them down her shapely legs.

She wore no underthings and soon he was seeing the soft downy curls at the apex of her legs. Again his mouth felt a hunger for her. How he loved to stick his nose into those soft curls just before he used his tongue to slide between her lower lips.

Again he tried to reach for her but she danced just out of his grasp. “What of me?”

“You make me crave you!”

“Amadeus, that is not what I mean! Did Cleo mention me at all? Don’t forget that is why you are there. You are my spy!”

Suddenly, Amadeus felt his desire fade just a fraction thinking of what Cleo had said of her sister, Nico. “I don’t forget, Nico. She did speak of you.”

Nico sat and moved close, but made sure they didn’t touch. “What of me?”

“You won’t like this, Nico.” Amadeus tried to stall, but for no good reason. He was going to have to tell her. “She wants you dead.”

“Dead? She wants me dead?” Nico at back in shock. Her already pale skin went even more so. She looked to Amadeus with rounded eyes. “It’s worse than I thought. I knew she hated me so, but I had no idea she would want me dead!”

“It won’t happen, Princess. You know I would never harm you.” Amadeus reached for her and pulled her into his lap this time. He hugged her protectively to his chest.

“I know you wouldn’t hurt me, but what if she does? What if she asks another guard?” Nico’s voice sounded very small and very scared now.

“I will protect you.”

“Amadeus, don’t you get it? Nothing will be safe. Can you be with me all day and all night? What if she has a member of the kitchen staff poison my dinner?”

Amadeus wasn’t sure what words would sooth his Princess. He would do anything to protect her, but she had a point. Cleo was cunning and determined. If she wanted her sister to be dead she would make that happen by any means.

“She must die.” Amadeus said slowly. He looked down at Nico as she raised her face to look at him with tear filled eyes.

“I am loath to say this of my own sister, but I fear you are right, Amadeus.” She looked sad, hurt and scared.

“She is determined, Nico. She’s jealous and determined you need to die. So, bursa escort bayan she will have to die before she can get a chance to harm you or have someone harm you.”

Nico shook a little in his arms. “She’s so evil. I wanted to love her, but just never could. She didn’t make it so I could love her.”

Amadeus kissed the top of her blonde head. “It’s not your fault.”

The afternoon soon warmed them as they stretched out and Nico snuggled into Amadeus’ arms. He still had a need for her and a hunger that was driving him to distraction, but he knew she needed time to digest the information he had given her.

After a while of dozing in the dappling sunshine Amadeus was rock hard again. He knew that his Princess could feel this pressed to her stomach. She looked up at his face and finally he could see her desire rise again in her eyes.

“Put your mouth on it.” He instructed softly. Unlike Cleo, Nico preferred to take orders rather than give them.

She wasn’t shy about what she wanted. Immediately she shifted so she could have better access to his breeches. She unlaced him and reached in and took out his throbbing hard member. Her lips closed around the head of his cock making him sigh loudly. Cleo never sucked his cock. Nicolette’s mouth felt like heaven wrapped around him.

Nico knew well how to suck cock. It seemed to have come naturally to her. Amadeus rarely had to give her guidance. She just seemed to know what would feel good for him.

Her hot little mouth slid down his cock engulfing as much of him as she could take. He could feel the head of his cock slide into her throat. She swallowed around him, and he grunted his pleasure.

She licked and sucked his cock, and then pulled her mouth off to give his balls some attention. Nico loved Amadeus’ huge balls. She liked to cup and caress them. Which she did now. She licked them and sucked on them. All he could do was lay back and let his Princess drive him wild.

Much to his surprise, Amadeus felt Nico’s tongue continue down to explore more. He jumped a little but she placed a quieting hand on his thigh. He spread his legs a little further to give her access.

Soon enough her eager little tongue found his sensitive anus. She lapped at him there. Eyes rolling back with pleasure, Amadeus moaned. Sure, the serving boys licked him there when he wanted that, but it was heady and intoxicating to have his Princess lick his anus.

She spent far longer licking him there than he would have ever expected. When she pulled back and sat up on her haunches he groaned with need.

“Would you pull your legs up and back a little for me?” She asked sweetly.

There was no hesitation. Amadeus pulled his spread legs up and back. This exposed his anus much more to her. He was ridiculously pleased when she dove back down and pressed her face between his cheeks.

Her tongue found his sensitive pucker again and quickly went back to work, but this time she had much better access. This time she pushed the tip of her tongue against the opening.

She wanted to taste him there. He did his best to relax and sure enough her tongue slid just a bit inside his tight opening. Precum was leaking from his cock onto his belly. Soon enough he knew if he didn’t stop her he was surely going to make a mess of himself.

“Princess. My turn.” He growled.

Nico sat up, and Amadeus lowered his legs around her. “You’re turn?” she asked innocently.

“You’re going to sit on my fucking face and feed me that juicy cunt.” He ordered. escort bursa

Nico tugged off her top, as he tugged off his clothes. When Amadeus lay back down she wasted no time in straddling his face and bringing her soaking cunt to his mouth.

She smelled incredible, but tasted even better. His tongue slipped between her wet lips and found the opening of her cunt. He shoved his tongue up into her hole and licked and sucked.

Nico started to pant and moan as soon as he started to explore her. When he found her throbbing clit she nearly came up off his face. Amadeus was having no part of that and grabbed her thighs to hold her firmly against his face.

His face was becoming soaked by her cunt juice. Running down his cheeks and chin. He loved it. She was the best thing he had ever tasted. Alternating between licking her clit and tongue fucking her cunt he could tell he was driving her wild. Nico was panting and whimpering above him.

Finally, when he knew she was getting close, he concentrated on her clit. He licking it furiously until finally his Princess came undone. With a loud scream she came hard on his face. Amadeus moved his tongue to her opening so he could taste all of her cum juice.

Nico was still shaking from her orgasm when she lifted off of his face. He wanted more, but he could tell her sweet cunt was very sensitive. “I need to fuck you.” he growled.

“Fuck me.” she said breathlessly. Nico went onto her hands and knees and presented her cunt and back end to her lover.

Amadeus licked his lips as he moved in and claimed his prize. He pushed the thick wet head of his cock against the opening to her cunt. Her body was tight, but he sunk into her as deeply as he could.

Her wet heat surrounded him driving him mad. Taking her hips he began pounding into her without mercy. The wild cat Princess shrieked and screamed as he fucked her.

As he slammed deep into her cunt she would push back to make sure he went deep. Finger nails biting into her hips he went deep again and again with a pace that got faster and faster.

He was shocked when she screamed loudly and he could feel her cumming all over his cock. Her little cunt clenched him so tightly he almost climaxed himself.

Instead he pulled out. His cock dripped with her juice. He pumped it furiously in his hand. “Sit up, Nico.”

She spun and sat facing him. She immediately she opened her mouth and waited. Amadeus stroked himself with her wetness on his cock.

After a few hard pumps his balls felt tight. He exploded all over her face and inside her mouth. When he was done, Nico had cum up her cheek, over her nose, on her nips, running down her chin and on her tongue. She swallowed the cum in her mouth hungrily.

“You like swallowing my seed?” Amadeus asked as soon as he caught his breath.

“I do. It tastes good.” She smiled softly.

“Hmmm let’s see.” Amadeus swooped down and captured her cum covered lips in a kiss. He determined she was right and his seed did taste good. Using his fingers and tongue he licked and cleaned the rest of his cum from her face. Kissing her to share it, they both enjoyed.

A short while later they were dressed and getting ready to ride back to the palace. “Nico, we must not speak of…”

“I know. We must not speak of Cleo’s plan or our thoughts. but we need a plan, Amadeus.”

“I will take care of this for my Princess. Cleo won’t harm you.” He vowed.

Nico looked at him in her sweet way. She always looked so innocent even if he knew all to well she wasn’t. “Amadeus, do you love me?”

“I do. I love you, Nicolette.” He said honestly.

“I love you too. I trust you. Please protect me.”

Amadeus knew he needed a plan, and he needed one before Cleo caught on.

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