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That girl drove me nuts and she knew it. I had eyes for her since the day that we met in freshmen English class. We dated for awhile, but things didn’t work out. Life went on, and even though we both dated other people, I still secretly admired her and jacked-off to our prom picture at night.

We weren’t exactly friends anymore, but just acquaintances Then we both graduated – she went to University of Oregon, I went into the Navy. She gave me the address of her apartment and told me to keep in touch.

It was mid-May of her freshmen year of college when I went to visit her. I wanted to get back together, or at least fuck her a few times, before I left. I thought it would be sweet if I bought her flowers and climbed up onto her czech first video porno balcony and came in through her window, like I used to do when we dated in high school.

When I got onto her balcony, I stopped dead in my tracks. There she was, sitting at her computer in nothing but a Oregon Ducks sweatshirt, with her finger working around in her twat! I quickly hid behind a lawn chair and watched closely. My cock got hard and had to readjust.

I was surprised at what she was doing – her shades were wide open and the sliding glass door was almost all the way open and she was sitting there in nothing but a sweatshirt, reading erotic stories, and banging herself! And being very vocal czech gangbang porno about it, I might add. I watched for a few minutes before my cock got uncomfortably hard. I needed to relieve myself.

I unzipped my pants, uncaring of how loud the zipper was, and began giving my shaft swift strokes. I looked back up to see that she had laid her head back and her chair and shifted so that her very wet cunt was facing right in my direction. She now had 3 fingers working her pussy while her other hand was rubbing her clit.

“OOoooohhhh ooooooohhhhh ooooooohhh OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” she screamed in orgasm as her whole body shook. It lasted about 15 seconds. She got up to go wash her brazzers porno hands. I feared getting caught but I so badly needed to blow my load.

I looked down at my bulging cock and started rubbing as fast as I can when I heard, “Do you need some help with that?” I jumped and looked up at her, a devilish look on her face. I nodded my head like an idiot and she kneeled down next to me.

“Stand up,” she coaxed. I did, and she was kneeling so her mouth was right at the level of my dick. She licked her lips and just swallowed my entire dick. The sensation was great – I had my dick in the mouth of the most gorgeous woman on earth, the one I had been longing for for 4 years. I was ready to blow my load right then and there.

She liked all up and down my gleaming shaft, and flicked her tongue over the head. We started a bobbing motion as my dick went in and out, in and out. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her close to me just as my balls tightened and I blew a hot load of cum right down her throat.

She looked up at me and said, “Welcome home.”

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…but come–if ever before
having heard my voice from far away
you listened, and leaving your father’s
golden home you came
   Sappho

I recently turned a young 48, have been happily married for 10 years, have been working in the same job for the past twenty years and living in the same house for the past 25 years. This is especially surprising considering how wild I had once been in my teenage and twenty something years. The way in which I met my wife, Sam, our whirlwind romance and how well we still get along has definitely contributed to my sense of well being, and I frequently have felt that my years have been, in many respects, charmed. After ten years of marriage however, we inevitably have settled into a pretty comfortable routine with one another, as often happens and this has included our sex life. While satisfying and diverse, what can I say – you learn one another’s bodies, habits, mannerism, desires, and even fantasies pretty well after ten years. We are both successful, both earn good money and have managed to work our way into a house which if we had to come here today and pony up the cash, wouldn’t be able to afford it. So that was my life.

I have a very extended, in fact bizarre, family tree and as a result I have had virtually no contact with most of my family. I have whole brothers and sisters, half brothers and sisters, step brothers and sisters, foster brothers and sisters, and probably brothers and sisters I know nothing about. That was and is the kind of parents I come from. They were born in the 30’s, coming of age in the 50’s, obsessed with themselves – me and mine. I don’t know if anyone has noticed, but my parent’s generation has got to be one of the most narcissistic ever. My dad in one of his later ‘marriages’ had a child named Cristy who now was calling me and asking if she could live with us for awhile. She had turned 19 and was explaining to me how she couldn’t stay in my fathers house another day, which is something I for one thoroughly understood. So my half sister wanted to come and live with us?

It had been years since I last saw Cristy, not since she was seven or eight years old. I used to baby sit for my dad and his then wife and mother of C (pronounced ‘See’ — what I called her). She was an absolutely adorable child who loved to play games, was very smart and if you closed your eyes you would swear you were talking to an adult the whole time. She had a rich full vocabulary, terrific imagination, heartfelt laugh, was touching and emotional, caring of animals – really a great kid. I used to call her C-horse or C-saw or C-weed and she would laugh and laugh, correcting me each time that she was just C to me. My dad had at various times also told me that she had a crush on me, and one time I even asked her about it and she had gotten so embarrassed that she couldn’t even talk to me for most of the evening. Later on though she would tell me that we would get married some day, and I had to explain to her that we were half brother and sister and so that we couldn’t get married.

She would reply, “but half of me’s not. I’ll marry you with the half that’s not your sister.”

Good head on her shoulder I thought for an eight year old. And now here she was twelve years later showing up on my doorstep.

She arrived, somewhat disheveled, at the door carrying a stuffed animal and a small box full of CDs under her arm. Her car was in the driveway filled with all the worldly belongings of a normal 19 year old girl, which amounted to basically one thing – clothes.

We hugged at the door, I squeezed her as I said, “Hi C! Welcome.”

She chirped, “You remembered!” And she gave me this smile which reached back into my distant memories.

I helped her carry everything in and up to her new room in a large section of the house which 100 years earlier had been the servants quarters. It made for a nice private area with three rooms along a hallway and only one point of access. I lingered longer and was probably a little more helpful than I otherwise would have been, but for the unexpected effect her presence had upon me. Her beauty and youth was like an enormous wave lifting me. I kept looking to be sure it was HER, it actually shocked me. All my ancient love I had felt for her returning.

The fact that she was 27 years younger than me full of budding youth, combined with her still adolescent-slender-girl figure, smallish stature (which I love), white white teeth, large eyes, red full mouth and baby doll pout. Wow! She was wearing this short red loose skirt set right at the hip exposing her indrawn abdomen, in combination with a white half top which formed a deep V between her breasts (no bra – was I checking?). And her breasts held their shape perfectly no matter how much was exposed to view, no sagging, so the thin fabric simply formed itself around perfect swells of flesh, no sense of weight at all. Her blonde hair fell around her collar and she had bangs which framed her large blue eyes and honey skin.

After czech amateurs porno awhile she looked at me, fluttered her eyes and tipped her head, “Thanks Jack. Thanks a lot! I Think I got it from here though.”

At that point I realized how long I had been hanging around.

“Sorry,” I said and then, “I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.” I went downstairs thinking, that was stupid, where else would I be.

The first week was uneventful, she was trying to find work and get her school situation in order (she would be starting in college in the fall), so we barely saw her at all. One thing that relieved my thoughts greatly was how pleasant and nice she was to my wife, who had been worried that we would be letting in some snot brat kid into our house who would make messes and be obnoxious. Just the opposite, she was polite, kind, helped around the house, kept things clean – just like I remembered her.

The following weekend she wanted to reconnect with some of her friends in the City and asked if she could have a sleep over. I was an absolute pushover and I explained to Sam that this would not be a permanent thing and that we could get off to a smooth start, and that I would go over the rules of the house (which so far I had neglected to do) with her at the earliest convenience. For her part, she was just so impressed with Cristy that she had no problem whatsoever.

“Great” I said, “I’ll go down and tell C.”

Sam looked at me, “C?”

“Uh yeah, it’s what I used to call her years ago.”

I think she sort of wondered at my excitement and as I left she added, “It’s not your sleep over.” I ignored her.

I came back down and said yes she could have a sleep over, she clapped her hands together. “Thanks. It’s like so great!” and she leaned in lightly took my arm and kissed my cheek. I felt a shiver run up my spine.

“I just want to invite my three best friends. Caryn, Sil, and Joe. Is three ok?” she said in this little girl sing song voice and was leaning forward, the fabric of her top lifting lightly from between her breasts allowing me to see partway down her blouse. Her hair was falling forward into her face, and her blue eyes looking up at me. (I remember it like it was yesterday). Oh my God, what she did to me! She still had her hand on my arm, and at that moment, I caught her smell – an intoxicating combination of powder-sweet-earth-flesh, and just felt myself melt. I nodded my assent, and quickly went back up the stairs, around a corner and into one of the side rooms letting myself fall back against a wall, my heart was beating hard in my chest and I just shook my head – I needed to catch my breath. Oh my god, there’s going to be four of these little nymphs here this evening!

I didn’t want to interfere though and so I stayed upstairs and remained generally out of the way and out of sight, though I couldn’t help but peek a little. They watched TV, listened to music and really were good kids. I caught a few glimpses and noted that each of the girls were about the same age, and had the same freshness and beauty of youth. Two with brown hair (one darker than the other) and a another blonde. In fact among the four of them, they were equally amazing to me. I couldn’t help but notice.

My wife and I had no trouble sleeping that night, there were just these occasional muffled giggles every so often. Later on I woke slightly and noticed how quiet the house had become, and listening awhile – hearing nothing – assumed that they had gone to bed. I had to take a pee and was a little thirsty and I figured they were all crashed in her new room. I sleep naked (so does my wife) and when I first rose I had intended to just slip out into the hallway and down the stairs, but thought how embarrassed I would be if anyone saw me. So, I grabbed my silk summer robe and pulled it over myself (thank god as it turned out) and went downstairs. The room where they had been was empty, generally clean with pillows scattered around the floor, some cd’s. The TV was still going but the sound had been muted – I turned it off. Sitting behind one of the cushions was a half empty bottle of spiced rum, ah they found our stash. I grabbed the bottle, mainly to get it out of sight so that my wife wouldn’t accidentally see. I then went into the kitchen poured myself a glass of water and sat down. I just had the stove light on and so it was me in the shadows of my kitchen inside a quiet house.

Then I heard a door, it was a muffled opening and the unmistakable fruump! as the door was pushed closed again, followed by whispers and a quiet giggling.

“Did you see his eyes! He could NOT stop looking at you.”

“I can NOT believe you did that!”

“They were saucers. Totally. Oh god we need to do that again,” followed by giggling.

“We didn’t have to pay.”

Where else could we go?” “What time is it?”

“Shhh, we have to be quiet.” I recognized C’s voice.

“Did we remember czech bitch porno the food?” they were walking into the living room and I got up and stood in the kitchen doorway.

Someone had turned on a light in the living room, and the four girls were standing, giggling, bending at the waist to pick pillows up, wearing the sheerest of baby doll nighties. In fact when they stood in front of the light they had turned on, their nighties went transparent and I could see these exquisite lithe little bodies in outline! One was clad only in a pair of panties and a half top T! C was wearing this little pink baby doll, and as her hair fell about her shoulders it gave the illusion that the whole outfit was being held up by the swell of her breasts. I couldn’t believe my luck. The pink fabric was so thin, it seemed almost see through, and I found myself staring at C and squinting to see everything I could from my vantage point. Her nightie reached down to just below her crotch, and when she was in front of that light I could make out the narrowing of her waist, her hips and follow her thighs up through her center. I could hear my heart. Two of the other girls were wearing nearly the same thing, one red and one white.

C was the first to notice that the TV was off and then that the light in the kitchen was on, and looking over noticed me standing in the doorway.

“Oh, Jack?” I heard her say and then all the girls were silent looking my direction. “Sorry. I thought you had gone to bed,” she said as she put her hands together and bent sideways in the living room, as I held up my glass of water.

The girls now all at once fluttered into the kitchen like a flock of little birds, literally twittering as they moved, lighting and settling on all sides of me in the kitchen as I sat back down at the table. There was laughter and breath, the faint smell of rum all around, and these small warm bodies beneath the sheerest of fabric in this bright kitchen light.

C introduced me, “This is Jack. This is Caryn , Sil , and Joe .”

I was thinking that I needed a stiffer drink than the water that was in my glass just at this moment, that was sure. I was getting just the beginnings of an erection beneath my robe – god I hope no one notices. I began to adjust and smooth my robe, making out like I was shifting in my chair while secretly trying to adjust myself so as not to be embarrassed. I couldn’t take my eyes of panties.

I just said, “Hi,” all around.

“You will not believe what we just did! Oh, my god.” said red nightie.

“Were you out?” I inquired. What an idiot, they just came in. I knew they were out.

Panties now explained, “We were hungry and there was like no food in the kitchen that we liked. So we thought of going to the grocery store, but then like we were already in our pyjama’s so we thought we would need to change, but our clothes were up in Cristy’s new room and we didn’t want to wake you guys, and then we thought oh fuck it.”

Red nightie reached out her hand to Panties, sort of making a ‘stop’ gesture to her, like it wasn’t ok for her to say ‘fuck it.’ Wow, I am old now I remember thinking, before saying, “No its ok. Fuck it, yeah,” I repeated.

“Anyway, we decided just to go to the grocery like this,” and panties just held her hands out presenting herself to me. I was staring now at her navel which was centered between cream panties below and cream half top above. “So we were at this store and sort of like moving along the aisles, running our hands along the shelves, and like no one was working. No more than three people in the whole store, but they were all totally in view of us – you know – seeing us!”

Red nightie was laughing, bending her knees.

White nightie then piped in, “And Cristy, well you won’t believe!”

C just looked at the floor swinging her foot. I could see a smile as she looked down.

“You tell it,” encouraged white nightie with her hand on C.

“It was nothing. It was an accident,” C demurred.

Red nightie started again, “After I went up to the manager and asked him where we might find some film, because we had run out. . .”

My mind was reeling at these girls all around me, and now I was thinking – my god, they were taking pictures? I could tell that each one of them was a little inebriated. A little glassy eyed, a little wobbly and over friendly.

“So he helped us by pointing to the end aisle right at the front of the store and then. Then! Cristy walks over and just says ‘oh, here it is’ and bends over to pull the film off the rack and she’s, um, like not wearing any panties. Nothing!”

Peels of giggles and the girls are bending and leaning against one another, like loose rag dolls.

C just said matter of fact, “I never wear underwear.”

Red nightie continued, “They got a perfect view – of, like EVERYTHING!”

And all three girls were clapping their hands together, and putting their hands over their eyes. czech casting porno “Oh my God.”

This vision of C flashed in my mind, literally was burning into my imagination. I looked at C and she was looking right back at me still swinging her foot, her lips pressed together. She was blushing. I know my stare had pure lust in it, and as I looked at her I saw this mischievous sparkle rise in her eye as she stepped away from the counter, “And THIS is what they saw!” she announced to all as she spun around and without warning bent at the waist letting her baby doll nightie rise up her ass and over her waist.

I was seated no more than a foot away as her full nakedness came into view and I stared openly in front of these girls at C’s bare bottom. She stood with parted legs, her pussy swelling open before me like a piece of fruit, downy surfaced cunny lips, flesh and tufts of blonde hair curling along in an arc to her abdomen. It would have fit perfectly in my open hand. And at the moment just before she stood upright, her puss lips parted slightly, like an opening flower, revealing its glistening pink line running up through her center. She was so wet! I could have reached out my hand and cupped her little muff, right there, could have caressed her thighs and ass, stroked her at that moment, pressed my fingers inside – I could have fucked her right in the kitchen in front of these girls. It was quick, like a flash, but also felt as if it lasted much longer. The other girls had their hands to their chins, eyes wide, and I had gone immediately hard and found myself setting my glass of water down and pressing my now extended cock down beneath my robe with both hands as it tented out my front. It was so obvious what I was doing.

All eyes were on me, and I tried my best to act like this was somehow normal, ok, that I wasn’t flustered (even though I was now blushing red, holding my cock down into my lap with my hands, and trying to wet my mouth so that I could speak). Cristy, was turned around again and leaning against the counter, her face was mottled and she looked winded, eyes afire, smiling and looking now at the other girls.

They giggled, and someone said, “Like that.”

Then someone chimed in, continuing the stories, “That wasn’t all though. When we were at the counter to buy our stuff. Cristy scratched her hip and totally lifted her nightie from the front. The manager guy had a perfect view of her then too!”

“From the front?” I asked and looked at C again, with obvious anticipation, half expecting her to reveal herself to me again – from the front! A second demonstration.

C didn’t move this time as she looked at me and said, “I had an itch. I forgot.” She was swinging her foot again.

“The manager guy just waved us through and said, no charge. I think he had totally screwed up the cash register.” Panties clapped her hands together.

I sat there clutching my robe and saying as best as I could, “Did any of you other girls try, uh do anything?” It was my attempt at appearing that all was normal. My mind was completely muddled at this point and I wasn’t really hearing anything.

“Well, I reached up to get something high, like this,” white nightie volunteered, as she lifted her arms up giving me a perfect view of matching white panties held in place only by thin strips of string, the little triangle held in place before her puss was opaque so that I could see her dark bush curling up at the small V between her thighs, and pubic hairs splaying on all sides. The expanse of white skin above her panty line and vertical line of a navel was intoxicating to me, I could feel my body drinking her in. Jesus, I was getting so I couldn’t stand it. I was again just openly staring at this girls pussy. I felt like I was almost going to come, could feel my silk robe stimulating my skin. I wanted to slide my hand along my cock under my robe, I was dripping, but resisted moving. I was hunching over in my chair now in the throes of passion.

“But you got panties on,” one of the girls added.

I realized I was still staring at white nightie now whose top remained elevated as I said absently, “Sounds like you girls had fun then.” Fun? What am I Bing Crosby? Everything I said was sounding lame in my ears. “You’ll have to do that again sometime, and each of you try something daring.”

C was leaning against the counter again with her legs extended pressing herself upward and backward toward the counter causing her nightie to wave up and down slightly as she said matter of fact, “you could come with us.”

And she pushed herself upright in her nightie, which I knew was all that covered her, that she was open entirely beneath that fabric. I could picture her wet blonde puss when I looked at her, could still smell her wet sex, could smell all of their sweetness, warmth, flesh. I was in over my head. These girls were just messing with me now, and I was sinking fast. My cock was aching beneath my hand and I could not resist making slight undulations along my cock with my fingers through the silk fabric of my robe, my mind swimming. I was afraid I might come at any moment — and then what would I do? My breathing was ragged, my face was burning, my mind wandered to the thought of watching these girls in some obscure grocery store, watching their ‘dares.’

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I glared at the stupid thing. Why did I always have to leave laundry until the last possible day? It used to be my favorite bra, but it was now my backup. It wasn’t even that old, how could I be outgrowing it already? I shoved it on anyway, groaning in anticipation of the discomfort I knew I was in for. Why couldn’t I be one of those girls who could go bralass without anybody being able to tell the difference?

I threw on my usual tank top and jeans, did my morning stuff, then rushed downstairs. Mom and Jeff were already in the kitchen. Dad had probably already left.

“Moommm, I need new bras!”

“Again, Julie? Christ, you’ve really exploded up there, haven’t you?”

“I guess,” I said, and glanced at Jeff who had his face hovered right over his cereal. “Staring contest with your breakfast, big brother?” It was mean, but it was so easy to tease him. He hated being called that, and he was awkward enough as it was.

“Shut up,” he mumbled.

“Fine, I’ll take you this afternoon, okay?” Cut in Mom, “come home right after school.”

“How ’bout I just skip school and we go now?”

Mom glared at me. “I have work anyway, Julie. You’re only a few months away from graduation, you can make it.”

I groaned, but said nothing. Having a birthday in early January sucked. It didn’t make much sense to me to be both 18 and in high school. I was so ready to move on. I grabbed a banana and headed for the door.

“For someone who wants to skip, you sure leave early for school!”

I twirled around on one heel and flashed a grin at my mother, “I’m a good girl!” I said. Jeff coughed out his cereal.

Thirty minutes later and my good girl mouth was stuffed with Mr. Johnson’s cock.

“Here I cum!” He growled and I looked up at him and giggled. The older but handsome teacher put both his hands on the back of my head and pushed down. Not too hard, thankfully. Seconds later and I felt his hot load splatter the back of my throat and I gulped it up best I could. I still needed to wipe some off my bottom lip with my finger and lick it off after his dick left my mouth, however.

“Holy shit, Julie, you’re a talented little cocksucker,” Mr. Johnson said.

“Thank you, sir,” I giggled, “So I’ll get my good marks, right?”

“Oh yes, that was definitely an A+ blowjob.”

I smiled and stayed on my knees as he left the stall. I pulled mints out of my purse and popped in three. I knew I should have felt guilty, but I truly didn’t. I liked being a slut and I hated school. This was a win-win for me. I would have gone down on a hot guy like Mr. Johnson anyway. I waited five minutes and left the boy’s washroom. Some random dude came in just as I was leaving, but he was too distracted by my tits to even seem to notice a girl was in the boy’s washroom.

The day continued like that. I get lots of stares anyway, but the combination of my bra being too small and my shirt being really tight, I don’t know if a single person looked me in the eye that day. Boy or girl. All the attention got me really horny. When last class finished, I ran to find Kenny, my current fuckbuddy. He wasn’t the star athlete or anything, but boy was he fit. I bit my lower lip just looking at him putting his books away. I needed him to rip me apart. I snuck up right beside him and clasped my hands together in front of me. The cleavage it created should have been illegal.

“Hey Kenny,” I said in that stupid baby voice he liked, “wanna play?”

“Holy fuck do I ever!” He said, his eyes zipping to my chest, “Did those tits get even bigger?”

“I think so!” I giggled, “Wanna find out for sure?”

“I’m going to cum in my pants if you’re not careful, jeez. You’re like the walking talking version of pure sex. You’re the wildest wet dream.”

“So stop talking and let’s find a place to fuck!”

He finally yanked his eyes away from my chest and looked in my eyes with a pained expression. I raised an eyebrow and bit my lip again.

“I really, really wish, Julie. But I need to rush right home. I’m flying out with my folks to visit my Aunt for the weekend, remember?”

I didn’t expect that. “Oh! Um, not even a quickie in the bathroom?” I was hornier than I expected.

“Holy shit, Julie, really? That’s hot, but crazy. The bathrooms are packed after school, plus, I’m already late just from talking to you. I have to go. But be proud of the fucking purple balls this conversation is going to give me for the weekend!”

He flashed a smile, and I couldn’t stay mad at him. He was an amazing fuck, but he was also a pretty nice guy. I smiled back and grazed his crotch with my hand. “Fine. See ya, stud. Me and my big tits will miss you tonight.”

He groaned and hit his head against his locker then dashed away. My last tease backroom casting porno had obviously worked, but it wasn’t helpful for me either. He was obviously rock hard under those jeans and feeling that bulge made me weak in the knees. I looked around and noticed about four guys staring at me, slackjawed. They had obviously heard everything. I pushed my tits together then gave them the finger and left. I didn’t mind being a slut, but I didn’t want to sleep with just ANYbody. Oh well, I would just have to frig myself into oblivion tonight.

I usually took the bus, but I didn’t want to be around more people, so I walked home. Mom would be mad that I was a little late, but whatever, she could deal.

I got in the house and was met with the sight of my brother sitting exactly where he had been that morning, his face in another bowl of cereal.

“Really, Jeff? Have you moved at all?”

“Shut up, Jules, of course. I had class today.”

“Was it cereal class?”

“You’re such a bitch. And that doesn’t even make any sense.”

“Shut up,” I said. I was feeling extra mean and I knew it was because I was horny, but I wasn’t about to tell Jeff that. “Where’s Mom?”

“Gone,” Jeff said, “and left you this.”

It was a note.

“Sorry honey, I forgot about Sam’s wedding this weekend! Your Dad and I will be back Sunday night. We can go bra shopping on Monday.”

“Uggghhh,” I said. “Is it that time of year again?”

I was exaggerating, but Dad’s best friend Sam got married often enough that it was pretty close to being the truth. Jeff chuckled at the joke and I allowed myself to grin at him. It wasn’t his fault that I needed to get off really, really badly.

“Seriously,” he said, “if they can forget about a wedding, that’s when you know it no longer means much!”

“Ha ha, he’s an actual wedding-holic. I have no idea how he finds women still willing to tie the knot!”

“Me neither,” said Jeff. “But does it matter? Why don’t you just go shopping yourself?”

“Because if Mom is willing to pay, I’m going to take it for as long as I can.”

“I guess,” he said, his face turned back downward, “but underwear is cheap, isn’t it?”

“I’m not buying boxers, dumbass,” I said, “thin girls with huge boobs aren’t exactly super common. My size is rare and expensive.”

“Oh, okay,” he said.

Hm, I didn’t expect that. Jeff and I liked each other, but we were obviously siblings in that we would fight over the stupidest shit. Usually when some bickering started, it took a while before we got it out of our system.

“That’s all you got?” I asked.

“I dunno, you’re my sister, it’s weird,” he said, looking up for a second. Then, before looking back down at his cereal, he stole a glance at my chest. My heart leapt.

“Er, yeah, good point. Sometimes I forget you’re my brother!” I laughed nervously and dashed off to my room. I locked my door and lay down on my bed, my heart beating fast. It wasn’t weird that he looked at my tits – he’s just a guy after all and he had done it before – but it was weird for me to react that way. And now he saw me act so weird after he looked. He probably felt so guilty! Ugh, it was this stupid horniness why I was acting so weird. I pushed the awkward incident out of my mind, undid my jeans and shoved my hand under my panties. I got myself off four times over the next hour. I felt a lot better.

I decided I should go say something to Jeff to make things less awkward. Not even to bring it up directly, but just to let him know we were cool. I changed into more comfy jeans and threw a huge baggy sweater over my tank top and walked down the hall to his room. His door was open, so I just walked in, but he wasn’t there. What was there, however, was his computer open to one of my more racy Facebook profile pictures, and a ball of tissue on his desk. It took me a bit to connect the dots. I was even stupid enough to pick up the tissue and smell it. That’s when I couldn’t deny the fact that my brother had just jerked off thinking of me. I heard the bathroom door open and my stomach dropped. Jeff’s room was at the end of the hall, there was no escape. Of course he was in the washroom! I didn’t even try to hide. I couldn’t. I was stunned to where I was standing. Although I did thankfully drop the cum tissue back on the desk.

Jeff was horrified. “Julie?!”

I could finally move. And I ran past him without saying a word.

“Julie!”

I have no idea why, but that was the moment when I chose to get angry. I turned back around.

“So, what? You think it’s okay to jerk off to your little sister? Huh?”

“I don’t, I-“

“I, uh, uh, I-” I mocked, “Don’t try to deny it, you pervert, just apologize.”

“Look, bangbros porno I’m sorry, Julie.”

“You’re damn right, you are! I’m your eighteen-year-old sister, you dirty fuck,” I said. It was weird. I was starting to enjoy yelling at him. The anger was actually leaving me as I got more mean. Jeff was always awkward, but he was always my big brother and so he usually got the last word. I kept going.

“So what, you do this all the time?”

“No, no, this was the first time, I promise.”

“Why today, huh? I’ve seen you stare at my tits before, you perv.”

“I don’t know, stop it, Julie,” he said.

“Is it because of my old bra, huh?” I ripped my sweater over my head and my tits came crashing out inside my tight tank top and even tighter bra. “Just because I told you that bras are hard to find for super busty skinny girls?”

Jeff said nothing and I realized that I had been walking closer and closer to him while yelling. He actually appeared to be shaking.

“That’s it, isn’t it? It was finally too much to keep thinking of your kid sister growing such huge tits so fast that you had to jerk off to pictures of them. What about now, Jeff? They’re so close to your face right now. Are you getting a boner now?”

“Fuck you, Julie,” he said.

I don’t what it was. I don’t know if it was my anger, my sexually frustrated day, or even the fact that I missed my chance to go bra shopping, but I went the extra step. I grabbed my big brother’s crotch. He had just jerked off, so I did not expect him to actually be hard again. But he was hard. And he was big.

“Oh,” I said.

Jeff pushed me away and ran into his room. He didn’t lock his door, however. I gave it a minute or so and gently opened the door.

“Go away!”

“Look, I’m sorry, Jeff. I shouldn’t have reacted that way. This is just weird for me. You have to understand that.”

He said nothing, so I walked toward his bed slowly. He was curled in a ball turned away from me. I sat down on the edge, and I could see him twitch. I was starting to feel really bad.

“I really shouldn’t have yelled at you and teased you like that, but you get it, right?”

“I’m just really embarrassed.”

“It-it’s fine, Jeff. Plus, it’s kinda a compliment in a weird, twisted way.”

“Don’t do that,” he said.

“No, it’s true! Yeah, you’re my brother and everything, but it’s still nice to feel like boys find me sexy.”

“Oh like you don’t know already.”

I blushed. I put one hand on his arm and he flinched again, but he didn’t stop me.

“It’s still nice to be told, big brother.”

“Well I didn’t really TELL you…”

“Actions speak louder than words sometimes.”

“Heh,” he said. It was a huge relief to see him lighten up. It was still really weird for me, but I just wanted him and I to be okay. Plus, although I was trying to deny it, I couldn’t get the thought of how big and hard his crotch felt in my hand.

“Still,” he continued, “I’m sure you’re told all the time too.”

“And you’re not?”

“No way.”

“Oh shut up, you bring tons of girls home,” I said. And it was true. Jeff was a little awkward, but he was still a great guy and really good looking, even if a bit on the scrawny side.

“Yeah, but they still don’t call me sexy!” He chuckled a little bit, realizing how silly he sounded, and he turned around a little bit.

“Are you fishing for compliments, big brother?”

He suddenly got awkward again.

“Nono, I’m not teasing! I promise. I was trying to be friendly,” I said.

“Like…flirting?”

“Um, I guess, haha? Is it really possible to flirt with a sibling?”

“Well I think we’re a little past that, don’t you?” He said.

I knew he was finally just feeling as comfortable as I was trying to make him, but I felt my heart beat quickly again. Now he was the one who was ribbing, but my mind was slowly becoming fixated on his crotch.

“Um, I guess you’re right. But yeah, I can tell you if you want.”

“Er, wait what?” He said, “Like, tell me I’m sexy?”

“Sure,” I said, “unless, you know…” I stopped myself.

“Unless what?”

I had to say it. The tension was growing. He had fully turned over in his bed and had full view of my young massive cleavage spilling out of my shirt and my mind was now entirely set on the possibility of my brother’s cock. So I just had to say it.

“Unless you want my actions to speak louder than my words.”

His hands went immediately to his pants and he started tearing them off as I pounced on his face. We made out furiously, our lips attacking each other’s like it was the last time anybody would be able to makeout in the world. He got his jeans off and I straddled him beurette tour porno still wearing mine. I didn’t look, but his dick felt giant between my legs. I shoved myself down on him while he thrust upward and we continued to mash our faces together. I took one hand and grabbed one of his wrists and crashed his hand against my right tit. I took my face off his for a second.

“There you go, you perv, is this what you wanted?” I grinned to make sure he knew that I liked it.

“Uh-huh,” he said, playing along, “Does my little sister like me feeling her up?”

“Oh yes,” I made sure to exaggerate my moans. Not that I wasn’t horny, but because I knew that it would make both of us hornier, “you feel me up so good, big brother. Be rough with your slutty little sister. Treat me the way you always fantasize about.”

He growled and pulled my face back into his and thrust up extra hard into me and I giggled lustfully. I pulled off my shirt and Jeff practically ripped off my bra and we continued to dry hump while he kneaded and mashed and squeezed and felt up and slapped my giant full tits. Even Kenny never paid my tits this much attention. Maybe it was because they had only been this big for a few years, but I loved the attention. I knew I was soaked. I loved the titplay, but I was going crazy, I needed to get a good look at his cock.

“I’m glad you like my slutty tits, big brother,” I said in the little girl voice that Kenny loved so much. Jeff also seemed to approve. “But I really wanna see your big hard dick. Don’t you want to find out if your little sister can suck cock?”

My brother convulsed a little and I was scared for a second that he had already blown his load. He later admitted that he might have if he hadn’t jerked off earlier. Instead he pushed me off of him and jumped off the bed.

“On your knees, slut,” he said. I giggled again, glad he was getting into the role. I loved when boys had their way with me. I got on my knees in front of him, making sure to make as bouncy of a show as I could out of it. It worked because his eyes never left my juicy udders the entire time. But once I was eye-to-one-eye with his cock, it was my turn to be mesmerized. Mr. Johnson used to hold the title of “Julie’s Favorite Cock”, but my brother’s gorgeous piece of meat easily took the prize away from the middle-aged teacher. It was long and thick and had a curve that I was already convinced was designed just for my throat.

“It’s beautiful, big brother,” I said.

“J-just suck it already,” he said, but I could tell my words touched him. Still, I couldn’t deny those orders. It’s what I wanted to do anyway. I took it in one hand and shoved my other hand down my jeans after undoing the top two buttons. I stroked his cock firmly, still in denial of how big and hard it was. Without even thinking, I pulled down on it slightly and sat up a little bit straighter and smoothly slid it into my eager mouth.

My pussy still felt a little raw, but I couldn’t stop rubbing my clit as I sucked on my big brother’s dick. I never minded the taste of cock, but Jeff’s was delicious to me. The more I tasted, the more I wanted to keep tasting it. The farther I jerked it down my throat, the deeper I wanted to try and go. I sucked hard and bobbed quickly.

“God, your moaning is so hot,” he said. I didn’t even notice I had been moaning. I was in heaven. If I hadn’t spent an hour getting myself off, I’m sure I could have made myself cum just from sucking Jeff’s dick and playing with my own pussy. As it was, I didn’t have the time.

“Oh god, Julie, I’m going to cum, you’re going to make me fucking cum!”

I giggled and pulled my mouth off. “I’m gunna swallow it, kay?” I said and wrapped my puffy lips back around that thick cockhead. Not a split second too soon either as my big brother’s cum started immediately filling my mouth. It was strange as I realized that this was the first time a boy had cum in my mouth and not right down my throat. I don’t know if it was because it was Jeff, but I preferred it. I loved the feeling of his seed filling my mouth and swirling around my tongue. I sucked firmly and slowly pulled my lips off of him, making sure to take all of his tasty cum with me. I leaned back against his bed with my eyes closed and just felt his sperm in my mouth. I swished it around and let it slowly drain down the back of my throat.

“Mmmm,” is all I could manage.

“Wow, you really ARE a slut, aren’t you, Julie?”

I opened my eyes and smiled. I jumped up and kissed him on the cheek. “You don’t know the half of it. And please just call me ‘lil sis’, okay? I want my big brother to take care of me all weekend.” Then I started to walk out of the room.

“Wait, where are you going then, lil sis?”

“I need to take a shower if you’re going to fuck my ass later. Duh!”

I giggled at my slack-jawed brother as I gave him one last tit squeeze show before leaving his room. I was sure a wave of guilt and horror would hit me at some point, but it sure wasn’t hitting me yet. I still couldn’t believe my big brother had such a perfect cock!

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This is a sequel to one family in The Women of Honey Hollow series. To appreciate the story you should read the first few chapters of that series. The first chapter will let you know who Mike Trance is.

Julie’s Family

*****

I was glad to see the twins, Kim and Carrie register for college, they had so much to offer as adults. Carol was graduating in the spring and I was sure she had a string of college boys chasing her around. Julie had been coming around about every ten days or so I got a running account of what Carol was up to.

The other women in the hollow had their regular schedule and I was kept busy keeping up with everyone. The younger women had found someone when they went away to school or to work out of town and from the news I got from time to time they were happy with their lives.

Life went on for a few years without major drama when Julie announced that Carol was engaged and was planning to be married this summer. I was told that I was expected to walk her down the aisle so I should save the date under severe penalty if I forgot. Everyone knew that I would be honored to walk any and all the young women of the hollow down the aisle when the time came. I had adopted the roll as stand-in father since I got here years ago.

Julie called one morning and asked if I had time to talk to her and Carol. I readily agreed and they opened the door a few minutes later. I had enjoyed a nudist lifestyle for quite a few years and as they came in they removed their clothes to be comfortable with me.

“Mike, I have a problem and hope you can help me solve it. You know I am going to be married and I have told my intended husband about our lifestyle here in the hollow. I told him I was involved with you since I was eighteen and he accepted it as part of my former life. The problem is that I don’t want to give it all up. I want to be my mom’s lover as well as my sisters. I think I can convince him that loving my family will not be a conflict in our lovemaking but sharing me with you might be asking too much. I love you as much as my family so what do I do?”

I thought about it for a minute even though the answer was obvious.

“Carol you know how much I love you. And because I love you I want only the best for you. Once you are married your loyalty is to your husband and I fully support that. Should the time come when you decide to have an open marriage and if that includes me I would be honored to take you to my bed again. All that being said I don’t want you to worry about my feelings being hurt or feeling rejected.” I took her in my arms and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

Julie had been quiet and I had the impression that they had discussed all this before coming over.

I fixed some lunch and we sat at the kitchen table talking about the wedding plans. The twins were already looking for bridesmaid dresses and Julie was going to be Maid of Honor. I was truly expecting it to be a great time. After all the parties we had here in the hollow that ended up in an orgy I wondered what a clothed party would be like.

I had a chance to meet the intended groom a few weeks before the wedding and he seemed to be a nice guy and very at ease around his soon to be family. We had a chance to talk privately away from the women and he asked very bluntly what he needed to know to keep Carol contented. I chuckled a bit and told him all he needed to do was go with the flow because it was a lot easier than bucking the current. I told him that he didn’t need to worry about her because once she made up her mind to love someone, that person would be first in line for her.

He was worried about the closeness between Kim, Carrie, Julie and Carol. I said that they had been close their whole life and his best bet was to be understanding and accept what would happen. He looked confused and I thought I had better talk to Carol or Julie.

When I got a few minutes I told Carol about our conversation and she said this was the weekend that she was going to bare her soul to her fiancé Tom.

The day of the wedding was warm with clear bright blue skies. I stepped up to the plate and when Carol took my arm I felt a tear slide down my cheek. She reached up and pulled me down to her and kissed the tear away and we made our way down the aisle. I handed her off to Tom and went to my seat. Julie and the twins were beautiful as they stood in witness for Carol.

The reception was quiet compared to our normal parties but everyone had fun. I knew I would have company before the day was over and wasn’t surprised when the twins each took an arm and led me away.

The twins got married a few years later in a double ceremony and it was almost a carbon copy of Carols wedding. The girls had all moved away with their new husbands and news filtered in through Julie and Grace.

As the girls got pregnant and had children Julie would spend more and more time with them at their homes. Not surprisingly the three sisters lived in the same town and just a few miles from one another. brazzers porno Julie’s visits with me got less and less as she spent more time away.

Julie, her daughters and their husbands.

Carol knocked on the bedroom door that her mother was staying in and waited for her to open it up. At home they never had closed doors but with a new husband and a toddler running around sometimes a person needed some privacy.

“Mom, can I talk to you for a few minutes?” Carol asked Julie.

Julie sighed as she removed the vibrator from her pussy and slipped it under her pillow.

“Yes honey, of course you can, come in, the door is not locked”

Carol came in and sat on the bed next to her mother.

“Mom I know you are missing Mike. I wish he could come here to help you out but I don’t trust myself to keep from jumping his bones. I don’t think that Tom would appreciate me fucking Mike.”

“Don’t worry about me baby. You know I have my toys and once in a while you and I get together but you are right I do miss Mike and his super brand of lovemaking”

“Well I may have a solution.” Carol said as she raised an eyebrow at her mother.

“Why do I have the feeling that you are going to blow my socks off.”

“Mom, you know how horny I am all the time. I really love to fuck and I know you are the same as me. I have talked to Tom about the problem and he has agreed that he would be honored to go to bed with you if you agree also.”

I must have been sitting there with my mouth open because she reached over and putting one finger under my chin pushed up and closed my mouth for me. I didn’t know what to say to her proposition.

Tom is a very virile man and from listening to Carol wail and scream when they make love I would have to think he is a very good lover. I hugged Carol to my breast and whispered in her ear that I was more than willing to share her husband, alone or with her.

That evening we did our usual after dinner picking up and playing with little Jack. Around eight or so I look Jack into his bedroom to get him ready for bed. Carol and Tom came in to kiss him goodnight and I was only half way through his book before he was already asleep.

I went to my room and stripped off my day clothes and walked to the bathroom for a shower. Stepping into the warm water I let the soothing warmth wash over me as I soaped my breasts enjoying the sensuous feeling my hands gave me. Finishing up I dressed for bed and donning a light robe went down to the kitchen for a snack before bed. I surprised Tom as he was rummaging in the fridge looking for a snack also. Carol had gone to bed which was not normal for this hour and I suspected that Tom was going to bring her a treat. I sat at the island waiting for him to finish his search and being relaxed I didn’t realize I had spread my knees apart so if he turned around he would see my naked pussy. Tom was down on his knees and spun around to ask me if I wanted him to get me anything while he was there. I heard him give an almost silent whistle and I looked at him just in time to see he was admiring my bare pussy under my robe.

“Like what you see Tom?” I asked as he blushed knowing he was busted.

“As a matter of fact I do, if I didn’t know better I would think there was a twin to it in the bedroom.” He said, recovering his wits, joking with me.

I pulled up the hem of my robe and nightgown to give him a better look and raised an eyebrow in invitation. He crawled over to me and pushed my knees further apart causing my nether lips to part exposing my delicate flower. I watched as he licked his lips. I put my hand on his head and gently pulled him into my moist pussy. He didn’t disappoint me as he used his tongue to explore every nook and cranny, making my moist pussy turn into a dripping cunt. I was getting close to an orgasm as he serviced me, digging deep into my tunnel as his nose bumped my clit.

I had slumped down on the barstool and as he licked and slurped my cunt I pumped my hips fucking his face with my legs wrapped around his head. He still hadn’t taken off his sleep pants and I desperately needed a cock. I released him from my vise like grip on his head and he fell back catching himself with his hands. I dropped off the barstool and grabbed the waistband of his pants and stripped them off. His hard cock sprung out of his pants and if I was a little lower it would have slapped me in the face. I grabbed it and lowered my face to take him in my mouth. I sucked the large head, swirling my tongue around teasing the rim and deep V under it.

He was still propped up on his arms watching me and I stared into his eyes as I slowly slid down his substantial cock taking it into my throat. He moaned in approval as I sucked him slow and deep. I could feel his cock swelling getting ready to spew and I backed off enough so I could suck just the head. I felt the first twitch and prepared myself to suck all the cum I could from his hard cock. He didn’t disappoint me and filled my mouth clip4sale porno with his baby batter. I continued sucking keeping him hard so I could slide my cunt over his steal like shaft.

Moving up his body I held his cock vertical so I could line it up with my dripping cunt hole. I felt it probe my hole and slid down until I bounced off his groin with one drop. If he was going to be a mother-in-law fucker I was going to make it worth his time and energy. I rode him like a mad woman and since he had just shot his nut I knew he would last a long time. I was so horny I used all my tricks to make sure he would remember this evening.

I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye and turned my head to see Carol in the doorway masturbating as she watched her husband fucking her mother. Watching her watching me set me on the path to one of the biggest orgasms I ever had as I fucked Tom and myself into oblivion.

Carol came over to us and helped us up leading us into the bedroom and their king sized bed.

Tom climbed on the bed lying in the middle with Carol on one side and me on the other. Our hands met as we reached for his cock and Carol smiled at me as she leaned forward for a kiss. Our lips met over Tom’s belly as we shared playing with his semi hard cock. This was the first time Tom had seen Carol and me preparing to make love. I was drooling as I remembered how she tasted the last time we had been together. Carol had the sweetest cunt and she would squirt just like her sisters and I could. I knew the bed would be soaked before morning.

Carol climbed over Tom and pushed my legs apart diving into my wet juicy cunt. She wanted the cream pie that Tom had left there. Her tongue was busy licking and sucking at my folds as Tom’s cum drooled out of my cunt hole. She was pushing me toward an orgasm and at the first spasm I expelled a huge dollop of cum onto her waiting tongue.

Turned around and she lowered her steaming pussy to my waiting mouth. My tongue delved into her tunnel as she ground herself down on me. Her big tits with their hard nipples dug into my belly as she slurped at my fountain.

I felt the bed move and dip near my head. Looking up I saw Tom kneeling by my head, his erection swollen and mean looking as he knee walked closer and closer to Carol and me. I knew what he wanted so I moved down a little so he could slip his cock into his wife. Catching her clit I sucked it hard as Tom bottomed out in a single push. Carol screamed in pleasure as we serviced her dripping cunt. Mike and I had done this often but the fact that it was me and her husband made it hotter for her.

Tom’s balls were slapping me in the forehead as I sucked my daughter’s clit. She couldn’t suck me and scream at the same time so when she rose up to give Tom a better angle I reached down and twisted her nipples hard. That set off a chain reaction of orgasm’s for her and Tom grunted as he bottomed out and filled her with his cum. She continued to spasm forcing his softening cock from her pussy and as the cum drooled from her I lapped it up as if it were the elixir of life.

We lay in a tangled mess of arms and legs as we tried to catch our breath, eventually falling asleep.

I woke up sometime in the night and after washing up a bit made my way to my own bed.

Morning dawned and little Jack was demanding some attention so I got up and after relieving myself went in to change his pants. Carol and Tom had adopted him and he was a perfect match for them.

I cleaned him up and took him to the kitchen for some breakfast. Carol had started coffee and was all smiles as we joined her. I asked her what was making her smile so much and she told me she finally felt like a family.

“Mom you know how much I love you and Tom. Now that we have finally shared that love physically with each other I feel like we really have a family. You know how much I loved making love with everyone and since Tom and I married I have missed that so much. I really missed the closeness when we shared Mike and the only thing that would make it better is if Kim and Carrie were here with us.”

She rushed into my arms and we hugged and kissed like a couple of school girls.

Tom finally straggled in looking like he had been dragged thru a knothole.

“What the fuck are you two planning now? You nearly killed me last night. Was Mike really able to take care of both of you at the same time? I have to talk to him and find out his secret.”

We just laughed and I asked Carol if she wanted to tell him or should I. She pointed at me and I had to compose myself a little before starting.

“Tom I don’t want you to take this the wrong way but Mike used to take care of all four of us at the same time.”

I thought Tom was going to have a stroke when I said that to him. He must have felt that he was being compared to Mike and I sure didn’t want him to feel that way.

“ALL FOUR OF YOU! WHAT KIND OF MAN IS HE? ALL FOUR OF YOU I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE IT.”

“Tom colette porno you need to sit down and I will tell you all about it.” He calmed down a little and I proceeded to tell him all about the women of honey hollow. I told him all about how all the women traded him back and forth for sexual pleasures. I made sure he understood that it wasn’t just sex but he was kind and generous with all of us. I told him how he did the repairs that we couldn’t do ourselves and had acted as a father figure as well as a mentor to Carol and the Twins.

“Tom you have to understand that he was a giant of a man among 30 women, not in stature but in his kindness and understanding. He never talked about what he did with anyone but we gossiped a lot trading stories. He came to the valley when Carol was 16 and the twins were 14. They wanted him so bad but he held them off until they were of legal age. If he were a different person he would have taken advantage of them without a second thought but he wasn’t that kind of person.”

“How in the hell did he take care of that many women? I don’t think I could do that in a million years.”

“We took it easy on him.” I said chuckling. “He would meet with a few of us a few times a week. A few of us got to see him a little more than others as a lot of the women worked out of the valley and some had friends with benefits. But putting all that aside if one of us needed him he was always available for that person. I think there was only a few times that we almost fucked him to death. I think that Carrie was one of them but in the end he had to carry her into the house.”

Carol and I both laughed as we remembered how fucked out that little cunt was. She had all she could do to ask to be put to bed.

Tom just sat there trying to absorb all the information I had related to him.

“I have to ask you this, How do I measure up?”

“Tom you are measuring up just great, you don’t have anything to worry about. I was just telling mom how after last night I finally feel like we are a family. You know I grew up with sex all around me and now between you, me and mom we can share each other like I have been missing.” Carol answered him.

“So where do we go from here, do I have to just be available to fuck one or both of you whenever you want me?”

“No baby, you just have to take care of me and if mom needs you once in a while it would be nice if you took care of her also. If you come home and find us together you can feel free to join in and pleasure yourself as well as us. I learned early in life not to be jealous of others. I know you love me first and foremost but Mike taught me a lesson I will never forget.”

Tom cocked up an eyebrow as if to ask what the lesson was as Carol continued.

“He said that you can love a person with all your being but at the same love another person. He pointed out that love wasn’t like an apple that you cut a piece off to give to others. Love is what you feel in your heart and that can be share fully with many people. Sex is just an act that you share with others but everyone’s love for each other is unique. For example I love you with all my heart but love my mom and sisters just as much. It doesn’t take anything away from our love and doesn’t take any away from how much I love them.

He was quiet, thinking about what she said and finally asked if Kim and Carrie would be included in their intimacy. Carol smiled at him and shrugged.

“I haven’t said anything to them because I was just trying to take care of us but if they wanted to share with us would you be up for it?”

“Christ Carol, I don’t know. This is all so new I don’t know what to think.”

On the other side of town Kim and Carrie were sharing a pot of coffee while their kids played at their feet. Kim was saying that her husband Neil was going to be out of town for a week on business and she had better get a supply of batteries in to power her favorite toy. Carrie laughed and said he favorite toy didn’t need batteries, just a little suck and Luke was raring to go.

“You know Kim, we have always shared everything, I don’t see any reason we can’t share our husbands once in a while. We should try to see how they think about it. Luke fucks me bow legged but I wouldn’t mind something different at times.”

“Do you think they would go for a swap. Maybe we can break them in by a group sex session to get them comfortable with each other. We can go on to other things little by little if they are having a good time.”

The kids were getting tired and their mothers put them in for a nap. it didn’t take long for them to drop off to sleep as Kim and Carrie continued their conversation.

“Kimmy, I have to tell you something, I have missed being your lover. We took care of each other most of our life and I have missed that so much.”

She leaned over and kissed her sister hard on the lips. Kim responded and soon they were totally involved with each other, their hands groping each other, trying to get inside the others clothes.

Kim was the first to get a blouse open and twisted Carrie’s nipples causing them to stiffen and grow into long points. Kim’s didn’t need any stimulation as hers were trying to burst thru her shirt. Neither woman wondered why the other didn’t wear a bra today as they stripped the other.

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About two years ago, I started dating the woman I was sure I was going to marry. I had just lost a good amount of weight (though I gained some of that back in muscle), and I felt pretty smug when this 5 foot 9, slim dental hygienist with hair so blonde it was almost white swiped right on me on Tinder. Casey and I got serious and moved in together. I loved walking anywhere with her on my arm. She had barely tried to hide that she was asking her friends advice on engagement rings and wedding venues-why should she hide it from me, anyway? I was going to ask her.

The only problem was that she was, as I mentioned, very slim. Don’t get me wrong; she had a beautiful body and had actually racked up the instagram followers to prove that other men knew it just as well as I did. Maybe the fact that I didn’t care more about all of the men salivating over her bikini posts and pictures of her in tight dresses (usually pictures taken by me) should have tipped me off to the fact that we weren’t a match.

I didn’t want to admit to myself that I needed more curves. I needed a juicier ass, and juicier tits—really juicy tits, actually. I went crazy thinking about the woman who was one day going to feed me her milk.

Casey didn’t know about my interest, but she didn’t want to be that woman no matter what. She’d talked openly about how much she wanted to adopt to preserve her body and, allegedly, to help children in need. I say allegedly because she wasn’t the most giving, caring, or empathetic person I’ve ever met. She hadn’t even noticed that I was starting to get bored in bed.

Last summer, her cousin Julia came to stay with us. Her boyfriend had just broken up with her, even though they’d stayed together after college and she had no doubt thought it was serious, and from what I could tell, she planned to lie outside by the pool and read, taking breaks only to submerge herself in the water when she got too hot. I noticed that she read cheap paperbacks that she didn’t mind getting wet. I was spending a lot of time watching her to notice that, I realized consciously in one of the moments when I was studying her in the pool, and my cock twitched a little just admitting how much she turned me on.

Just as I felt that twitch, Julia burst out of the water, her long mane of brunette hair curling suggestively down the sides of her chest, and I felt a real surge of blood in my cock. Her bikini top wasn’t the smallest I’ve ever seen because it had to be enough to support her sizable breasts, but even so, they were overflowing from the cups. I could see water pooling in her beautiful cleavage before slowly trickling through as her breasts jiggled. She climbed slowly up the pool stairs, half focusing on walking and half focusing on readjusting the strings of her bikini bottom to make sure they sat smoothly at the top of her hips. As she stretched back out on her stomach on the long beach chair where she’d left her paperback, I sucked in a breath. Her teardrop ass, barely covered by the bikini bottom, rose cheekily and sexily in the air. I needed to get her a little string bikini top to match her almost-bare bottom. I wanted to see her in little triangles that barely covered the nipples I was sure were so sexy and suckable.

“Rob, lookin’ at the pool? I’m about to go out,” said Casey as she walked up behind me in the kitchen. She grabbed a LaCroix from the fridge and looked out the window. “Oh, God. Does my cousin really need to have her fat ass on display for the whole neighborhood to start judging?”

“There are some creeps around here,” I agreed.

“Here,” Casey took off the sarong she had over her own standard olive-green bikini bottom. “I’ll run up and get another for myself. Will you bring this out to Julia and tell her to cover up a little anime porno bit? And maybe help her put some sunscreen on? I don’t think she understands just how sensitive our skin is. We have the same creamy skin, and she’s a little younger, she doesn’t get how important it is to maintain it.” Casey wiggled her ass at me. It wasn’t nothing, but if she had known I had just been looking out the window getting excited about her cousin’s “fat ass,” she probably wouldn’t have been as enthusiastic about wiggling hers for me.

As Casey darted up to our bedroom, I set off toward the pool.

“Hey, cuz-huz,” Julia called as I approached.

“What does that mean?” I laughed.

“Cousin’s husband!” she said playfully.

“Well. We’re not married yet,” I said.

“You could’ve fooled me based on how Casey talks about how obvious the engagement will be,” she said. “But I agree, I think she needs to appreciate you a little bit more before she pops the question.”

“What?” I said, startled.

Julia propped herself up on her arms. I felt saliva spring into my mouth just a tiny bit extra as her tits jiggled and settled into place, plump against each other as she looked at me intently. “Come on, Rob. I’ve been sleeping in the room right next to you guys for a week. I heard bedsprings once, for about five minutes, and I only heard one moan, right at the end of those five minutes. Is that enough appreciation for you?”

“Maybe we’ve been doing it in the shower to make sure you don’t hear,” I countered.

“I mean, I definitely do want to fuck in that shower. It’s massive,” Julia said mischievously. “But I just don’t think Casey is the type.”

“Good to know that you are,” I said before I could stop myself. “Uh, but—Casey asked me to ask you to put this on. She doesn’t want the neighbors to get offended.”

Julia grabbed the sarong and laughed. “Whaaatever. I’ll do what she wants, but I’m pretty sure no one is sorry to be seeing my ass. Besides HER skinny ass.”

Ignoring this, I said, “She also asked me to tell you to put some sunscreen on.”

This time it was Julia’s turn to wiggle her ass. Waves of her long dark brown hair nearly touched the very beginning of the swell of her ass. I suddenly had an urge to spank it hard enough to watch her sexy flesh meet the hair that almost kissed it.

“Well, put it on,” Julia insisted.

I heard a big huff as Casey reached the pool deck. “Julia, come on, put the sarong on.”

I lay back and closed my eyes.

***

We watched a movie that night. Julia curled up on a recliner with her cute tanning legs tucked under her body, and Casey and I sat on either end of the couch. At least she put her head on my lap toward the end of the movie, though then she fell asleep. Julia smirked a little as the movie ended and she went off to bed. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra under her oversized sweatshirt, and even the reminder of her beautiful tits made my dick swell. With Casey right there, I figured I could ask for something.

“Babe,” I said. “Babe.”

Casey coughed awake. “What? What’s wrong? Ugh, my neck hurts, I need to get into bed.”

“Well, with your head right there,” I said, trying to sound sly, “I figured you might be interested in…”

“Are you serious? Oh, god,” Casey said, bolting up. “I literally just said my neck hurt, Rob. You are so selfish sometimes.”

She stalked upstairs.

“That’s what I mean about not appreciating you,” Julia said. I guess she hadn’t gone upstairs after all.

“Sneaky, sneaky,” I said. My arms were still spread out along the back of the couch, and my legs were still splayed from my attempt to get my girlfriend interested in my now achingly hard cock. Julia pranced around asyalı porno the couch and sat directly on my lap.

“I’ll appreciate you,” she said breathily into my ear.

I sighed. “I feel like I’m crossing a line.”

“Rob. I’m not going to tell anyone. Do you know how fucking horny I am? Max would barely fuck me before he finally broke up with me. It’s been a dry couple of months for me. I need this,” she said. “I mean, I’VE been wet. It’s not like I have a hard time getting wet.”

I could already tell. She was letting her ass move deeper into my lap as she put her arms around my neck and put both her legs on the couch. She spread her thighs and I could see dampness on her soft cotton shorts. She smelled erotic.

She kept her arms around me and began to softly nuzzle my neck. I moaned when she kissed the space right below my ear, very lightly, but with a tiny smack of her lips to make sure I heard it.

I moved my left hand under her sweatshirt, first enjoying the smooth but supple skin of her belly before running my thumb along the bottom of her heavy breast. Julia mewled in my ear. “I’m so sensitive,” she said. “I love my titties so much. I just want you to love them too.”

“Oh, fuck, Julia,” I murmured. “I do.”

“Say it,” she whispered.

“I love your titties,” I said as I put my whole hand over one, cupping it and feeling its weight. “And I’m going to love up on them as much as I possibly can so you’re sure.”

She moaned as I rubbed my thumb over her nipple. I could tell without seeing that she had slightly puffy areolas and I needed to tease the buds of her nipples out. God, I wanted to suck on them already. Julia said fretfully, “I was worried you wouldn’t love them. I was worried you just wanted skinny Casey. She’s always been so much thinner than me, and she’s blonde, and—”

“Julia,” I interrupted. “You’re a fucking hottie.”

She launched herself at me, kissing me sloppily on the mouth and climbing up to straddle me, rubbing her damp crotch on my hardness. “Love my titties, Rob,” she breathed. “Suck my titties, love them.”

I lifted her sweatshirt over her head and saw her chest in the moonlight streaming in through the back window. “Oh my god,” I said. She had creamy white skin and pretty pink nipples, just as I’d suspected, and they were hardening into little buds just for me. She put her hands in front of her, pressing her breasts together with her arms and staring at me through her eyelashes as she unbuttoned my shirt. I felt my cock grow even harder realizing just how much she wanted to impress me and turn me on. I put both of my hands around her and clapped her fantastic ass cheeks.

“Ooh,” Julia sighed. “Do you like my ass too?”

“I like your fat ass and your fat titties,” I said, and she ground her pussy into me and purred with a satisfied look on her face. “I didn’t realize you wanted me so much.”

“I thought you were sexy, but when I heard Casey turn down sucking your cock, I almost stomped my foot I was so mad. I realized that I just wanted to swallow you up and fill my throat with your sexy cock.”

I laughed. “You don’t know anything about my cock.”

“That’s not true,” she said. “You watched me by the pool, well, I watched you too.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I was so turned on by our mutual horniness for each other. I moved my head toward her breasts and took a sweet nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, then kissing it audibly over and over for Julia to hear how much I was loving her titties. I sucked her other nipple and then kissed between them, getting sloppy, leaving wetness glistening on her unbelievably sexy chest.

“I was also worried you wouldn’t like them because Max didn’t,” babes porno Julia said. “Part of the reason he dumped me was that I started giving milk.”

I felt a rush of ecstasy so bad I thought I was in danger of coming already. I took my head off her chest and kissed her on the mouth. “What? But you don’t-you don’t have any milk right now.”

“No,” she admitted. “I’m taking a pill for it. But I could probably start again pretty easily. I’m not sick or anything, it’s just something that happened because we were playing with them and sucking them so much.”

“We?”

“I liked sucking on one of my breasts while Max sucked the other,” she said. “That was usually how I got off. And we would even talk about breastfeeding to get off sometimes. But when it actually happened, he was totally turned off.”

“That would never be me,” I said immediately. She kissed me passionately on the mouth. Her hips bucked on mine and I felt the squish of her breasts on my hard chest. My cock needed her. “Julia,” I said. “Please suck on me. Please suck on my cock.”

She cried out in my ear before scrambling off me. She helped take my shorts off and I spread my legs on the couch, sitting there naked apart from my open button-down. Moans continued to escape Julia’s wet, pink lips as she began to kiss my penis. She ran her tongue over my slit, making me shiver. “You have so much precum,” she whispered before she lapped at me again. “Mmmmm.” She took my cockhead into her mouth, sucking and getting me wet enough that her saliva dripped down the sides of my shaft. She ran her lips up and down my cock, spreading all of the wetness out while giving me pleasure, and when she returned to the top of my cock she easily swallowed the whole length into her throat.

“Put me between your titties,” I said, my own throat dry, revealing my thirst for her.

She wrapped her soft massive breasts around my throbbing cock, She’d gotten me so wet with drool that I slid easily between her tits, but as she gazed down lovingly at my cock, she drooled more. She looked up at me playfully. “I’m stupid for your cock,” she said, letting drool flow out from her mouth. I couldn’t help but gasp at how sexy she was. She bent her head down to take the top of my cock in her mouth again as most of it stayed swaddled in her tits. She gazed up at me like she needed my approval.

“You’re so sexy, babe,” I said.

“Please keep calling me babe,” she pleaded suddenly. “I want to be yours. I don’t want Casey to be yours. I want to be your babe and your big-titty girlfriend.”

Holy shit. I stood up from the couch with Julia kneeling before me. I grabbed her head to thrust my cock as deep into her throat as it could possibly go, hearing her gag on me and gargle her own saliva. I pulled out so she could breathe and I said, “Is that okay?”

“It feels so fucking good,” she breathed. “I need your cock. I need your cum.”

I pulled Julia back onto me and continued fucking her face. As I caught glimpses of her breasts bobbling in front of her and her ass popped out behind her, my balls tightened and I grunted, “I’m going to give it to you.” I barely had to hold her—Julia was pressing her own face into my crotch, moaning and sucking down all of my cum. I growled as I gave and gave.

Spent, I staggered back to the couch.

Julia sat next to me, a hesitant look crossing her cute face. “I’m sorry I made it too real.”

I shook my head. “No, I—it was only too real because as soon as you said it, I felt it too.”

“Can we keep it a secret for now? I don’t want to freak my family out.”

I smirked. “I mean, that works for me. She’s letting me stay in this condo she got with her dental hygiene money, so I don’t exactly want to get kicked out tomorrow.”

“Ah, that sweet, sweet dental hygiene money,” Julia laughed. “All right. Good night, Rob.” She gave me a lingering kiss on the lips and then flounced up the stairs while I relaxed back into the couch and watched her ass float away from me. Good things were to come.

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My heart was beating just a little too fast and the butterflies in my stomach fluttered a little too hard. These were old feelings that I had not felt and didn’t think I was capable of feeling. Since Phoenix, I had not slept with anyone. It was silly, I admit. Katie and I had no official titles for our relationship, but I had lost interest in other women. Katie and I kept up through texts and FaceTime. It was nice to have her in my daily life. Our friendship had grown. My favorite time we spent was when we watched movies together, virtually. Her perspective was deep and colorful. Mush to her annoyance, I was sure to point out big boobs, artistically of course. While she monopolized my free time, I still went to sleep by myself. I would take care of my urges to the memories of us. Her full breasts, erect extended nipples, soft full ass, butterfly labia, the most exquisite clit I have ever pleasured all made for masturbatory fodder. Within minutes Katie and I would be united and I could not be happier or hornier.

I was never one to get ahead of myself, but I did wonder what happened next after this visit. While our relationship was new and fresh from our romp in Phoenix we didn’t feel the need to address the distance. The promise of reuniting here in Orlando kept me motivated to happily invest time into our relationship. I shook those feelings free for another time to address. A text! It was Katie, “Baby just landed. Can’t wait to hug and kiss you!! ;)”

A huge smile formed on my face. Those words brought warmth to my heart. “Hey, who is this? Sounds like you are crazy into some lucky guy. But I bet he is looking forward to seeing you twice as much.” For some psychological reason, I enjoyed keeping up with the pretense of misdirected texts. It was a theme we carried from Phoenix. I found it charming but also knew it was a way to keep some distance if I spoke in the third person.

“You are right LUCKY is what that guy will get… Often! ;x”

Looking around quickly, I wanted to see if anyone saw my instant erection. I am a seeper, so I needed to calm myself down or I’d have a more permanent issue to deal with. From experience, having a huge wet spot in the front of my pants sucks hard. “Deep breaths and count slowly,” I reminded myself. “Mmmm well he probably deserves it and I bet he is looking forward to breaking your orgasm record. What is your record? Asking for a friend? LoL”

“Too personal for a stranger… Ok, Ok did you miss me?”

“Nah… I freaking missed you! You have no idea how much I missed you gorgeous.”

“Mmmm, how much?”

“I have been a very good boy so I am all kinds of missing you! My body is about to shut down and go on Katie strike. :)”

“That is quite a missing… Flattered. Quiz time and this will determine what level of LUCKY you will get. Tell me about what our first time together and don’t leave out any naughty details :}”

Do I think this was a unique request and quiz? My mind couldn’t stop trying to wrap around the term and mouthed, “Level of luck”. Motivated, I recounted our initial meet up. I tried to be as detailed and erotic as possible. She would text back cooes, rewarding my bad behavior. I felt pressure on my penis. I jumped and let out a loud yelp causing an embarrassing scene. Then a hug from behind. “I missed you, baby,” the familiar voice of Katie whispered in my ear.

My eyes rolled back and my body melted as I felt her full breasts against my back and the scent of Joy wafted over me. I was in heaven. Savoring the moment, I held her arms before spinning around and hugging her. We embraced like lovers as if we were apart for years. The world faded away as I shut my eyes, enjoying every second. I had it bad for this woman. After my divorce, I had sworn off emotional attachment but here I was wrapped in the arms and the essence of this woman. Long lost feelings stirred. After our embrace I peck kissed her, keeping it tasteful. “You minx, you were just buying time to catch me off guard… Do you need to pick up any bags?”

Her laugh bellowed as she was quite pleased with herself,” Nope, just my carry on.”

I scrunched up my face,” That’s pretty light.”

“Oh, I have skills beyond the bedroom. I have stuffed this bag to the gills.”

Giving another disbelieving look, I hoisted her bag upon my shoulders. The look on my face communicated my surprise. “Told you, skills.” She smiled and walked away.

I hurried and grabbed her hand. She smiled a coy little smile. She got away with the first power play, walking away, causing me to chase her down. I smirked, patted her on the head,” Sweetie, you are going the wrong way.” The dance continued.

We got to my car and I opened the door for her. She spun around quickly, “Oh no you don’t, you dirty old man.” She pointed her finger at me, scolding me. She remembered my affinity for grabbing her butt as she got into the car.

I played dumb and then hurt, “You would think we would have moved on from such childish games.” Throwing my nose in the air, I feigned arrogance as I walked around the car. While focusing vivid porno on her, “Now are you going to behave, too?” I questioned after swinging open the car door, knowing a hand could be waiting for me as I sat down.

“Me? What kind of girl do you take me for?” She batted her eyes, looking debonair.

I conveyed no trust, pump faking sitting in the car. No movement by Katie, just a sweet smile. I slid into the driver’s seat. Yes, there it was a hand, her hand grabbing my butt. Wishing I didn’t give her the satisfaction, I yelped. 2 for Katie, 0 for me. She was quite pleased with herself as she chuckled. “Getting out dirtied. Slowing down in your older years?” That mischievous smile was so damn sexy.

Pouting my lips,” Didn’t take my Geritol this morning.” Then broke into a warm smile conveying my fondness for her. I enjoyed her playfulness. While not quite at my level, she was formidable. “Okay, couple rules. Number 1, keep your hands to yourself. Lots of highway miles ahead of us, so I want to get home safely. Number 2, again, keep your hands to yourself so we don’t wreck. It’s been a while for me so I can’t promise any level of safety.” I gave her one last look of mistrust, winked, and pulled out of the parking garage.

“Huh, I am hurt that you think I would do anything to put our safety in danger.” She places her hand on my thigh, grazing my cock, patting, and then pulling away. It caused me to jump slightly. Her accompanying smirk was so damn sexy.

“Minx,” is all I muttered. We chatted as I drove to my condo. We talked about what was happening in our lives. Because we kept in touch regularly, there wasn’t much new. I got an update on Alex and the kids. And then there it was our comfortable silence. We enjoyed each other’s company, just sharing space. I looked over and smiled and she greeted me with one in return. We pulled into my gated community and I pointed out the clubhouse that housed the gym and the pool. I warned her that the pool would not be as refreshing because of the ambient heat to Orlando. She smiled and shrugged. We parked and I did our usual, I opened her car door. My hands were in the air to assure her that her derrière would not be molested. She got out of the car with a knowing smile and tenderly patted me on the cheek, “Good boy.”

“Hey, hold up, let me get your bag.” She turned and I made a phony attempt to grab her bag. Turning around I goosed her beautiful ass. “That’s what I remember,” I announced after hearing her yelp loudly. She spun around in time to see me wink.

“Consistent, dirty old man.” She feigned anger.

I grabbed her bag and we climbed a set of stairs up to my condo. I punched the door code in and whispered it loud enough for only Katie to hear. She nodded, signifying understanding. I had given her the virtual key to my home. It was a small gesture, but one I felt significant. I opened the door and she walked in. I intended to give her a quick tour. As I was pointing out the location of the bathroom, I noticed she was ignoring me and walked to my office. She took a quick look and kept walking. This was a little perplexing and my voice tapered off. She peeked into the second room, which was my bedroom. Following, I saw a smile form. She looked over at me and curled her finger in a come hither motion and disappeared into the room. I dropped her bag off on the couch and followed her into the bedroom. She was waiting for me at the foot of the bed, overlooking my spread. With carnal intentions, I pulled up behind her. I gently grabbed her shoulders and then caressed the length of her arms as I closed the gap. She shuttered, looking over her shoulder with a wanton look. Leaning in, I kissed her lips and sauntered down to her neck. I knew this to be one of her spots. I took time alternating between kisses and bites. She responded with a long sigh and nuzzled into my kisses. This felt familiar and comforting. I took the time to appreciate our chemistry. I grabbed her hand and invited her to face me. We kissed, it was sweet and soft. Our kisses were gentle and precise. We were perfect dance partners. Lust brewed from within. My tongue broke the barrier of her mouth. She greeted me as a welcomed guest. Her tongue was warm, her taste natural and sweet. Our tongues whirled in a choreographed waltz. My hands pulled her in tighter, pressing her breasts up against my welcoming chest. I felt her hands on my butt, squeezing, and grabbing. Our kisses grew more passionate, introducing greed into our actions. Our pace hastened to meet our desires. We peeled our inhibiting layers off. First to go was her blouse and bra, freeing her lovely breasts. My kisses traveled down to her breasts, leaving wet footprints. Arriving at her nipple, I traced her areola with my tongue. Little elevations formed where my tongue once traveled. Orbiting her nipple multiple times, her vocalizations indicated she was poised for more. I latched on to her nipple and she responded,” Yessss… Yesss.”

Her nipple grew in my mouth to full erection. I took pleasure licking the underside of her nipple as I sucked, coaxing additional woodman casting porno length. She cooed and gasped. My hand massaged her free, lovely breast. I took the time to appreciate the shape of her firm and ample breasts. They were beautiful teardrop-shaped. As I massaged, I enjoyed the travel afforded by the natural hang of her tits. I alternated between her breasts, turning up the sexual heat. She made known her intentions by guiding us to my bed. We moved to the center of the bed. Shedding clothes, my pants and boxers were stripped from me, freeing my member. I let out a deep breath and then held it in anticipation. She kissed my tip, carefully collecting my precum, and slowly drawing it into her mouth making a spectacle of it. She closed her eyes, savoring it. Jarringly, she snapped out of her trance and took me deep into her mouth. I gasped, my breathing hitched. She looked up and we made eye contact. Those eyes, those mesmerizing eyes have haunted me since our last meeting. Pictures and video chat failed to capture the tail her eyes could tell. They were a fusion of deep green and blue, surrounded by a haloed accent of charcoal grey. I was lost in her eyes as she teased the sensitive spot under my shaft with her tongue. Her suction was relentless. She was skilled, not wasting suction to the popping sound of release. She bobbed slowly, bringing pleasure, but ensuring duration. I lost track of time and reality as she pleased me. “Yes, baby. Baby, yes.” It was all I could unconsciously muster.

I willed myself out of my selfish haze, pulling my cock out of her mouth with a loud pop. Katie fussed through sound versus words. I flipped her on her back, and with a gleeful squeal, she welcomed my advances. She still had her skirt on and rather than deal with taking it off, I flipped it up. My eyes were wild with hunger. She welcomed me with a look of promise. I tongued the wet spot of her panties, teasing her. I smirked, knowing that I was in the driver’s seat. She gasped at my taunting and reached down to take off her panties. My hands met hers in an embrace, impeding her intentions. I was going to take my time and work her up to an explosive orgasm. “Don’t tease, it’s been a long time for me, too.”

“Oh, you’ve been good for me?” I managed between teasing.

“Yes, yes, I have been good for you. Now please fuck me with your tongue.”

I released her hands and inched her panties down. The exposed skin was met with one continuous meandering lick. Down to her mons, the valley between her pussy and legs. It grew excruciating for her as she gasped and cooed. Once her panties were off I forgoed making the trip up, rather skipping up to her outer lips. They were moist with an abundance of her honey. I basked in her familiar scent. Into her honey pot, my tongue went. I savored her nectar with slow thrusts of my tongue. I moistened my fingers and then massaged her clit in lazy motions matching the pace of my tongue. She was ramping up quickly. My eyes widened and I hastened my pace to meet her needs. A small squirt splashed on my tongue. I knew this was a preamble to much more. She announced the arrival of her friend, “Don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop. Don’t… .” Her words tapered off to sounds of sexual contentment.

While continuing to gratify her clit, I opened my mouth at her slit and was treated to her gift of three strong squirts. Her pussy rained down a storm of cum into my mouth. After I was satisfied she had ridden out her first orgasm. My tongue licked upwards, finding home on her clit. I am no stranger to pussies in person or via porn. She has one of the most impressive clits I have witnessed and by far the most stunning I have pleasured. Her love button was sizable but very feminine and appealing. Patiently I brought her back into the zone. It did not take long. I increased the liveliness of my tongue, letting it unconsciously draw patterns at various pressures. My fingers entered her tight pussy and worked its way up to a furious pace. Her body reacted by becoming more rigid, I flipped my hand palms up to pleasure her G-spot. Finding the rough patch in the roof of her pussy, I applied heavy pressure. Her pussy responded by clamping down on my fingers requiring me to use more strength to overcome her resistance. She ramped up to another squirting orgasm with telltale vocalizations. She rode out the orgasm as I reassured her,” Yes baby, cum for me baby.“

She rode it out to silence and calm. Her eyes were closed and her breathing labored, causing her breasts to rise and fall. Moving up, I positioned her tenderly onto my body to let her recover. Smoothing her hair and then teasing her nipples, her breathing normalized. Her eyes opened and locked onto mine. She started to kiss me tenderly and started to quicken the pace. I kept up with her vigor and went to climb on top of her. She blocked me with a raised knee. Confused, I returned to my original position. We were still kissing passionately, leaving me more confused. In a fluid motion, she swung a leg over me and pushed her upper body up. I was half a step behind. türkçe alt yazı porno She managed to land in a full mount. I smiled, amused by the fact she had outmaneuvered me. I welcomed the reversal, knowing the consultation prize was a riding to sexual release. She returned my smile and slowly a look of determination took form on her face. She lined up my penis and gingerly slid down to home. Her eyes closed and she began to ride. Slowly, her body rode sexual swells, up and down. Our eyes locked as she rode using my chest for stabilization. Katie slid her hands up my chest, resting on my shoulders. This enabled her breasts to stroke my chest with each thrust. The alternating sensation of her breasts and nipples painting pleasure was enough to drive me crashing to the edge. My eyes widened and a roar rumbled deep from within. Sensing the end, Katie leaned back, steadying herself on my knees and drove my cock deeper inside herself. This pushed me over the edge. I came and came hard. My body tightened as my roar rose to full volume followed by my body shuddering violently. Katie did not let up, she reached behind and massaged my balls. This was her calling card, another way she separated herself from the other women in my past. She used precise tugs in harmony with my ejaculations to heighten my pleasure. My orgasm was stronger and the duration longer due to her adept milking skills. As I crested, she greeted me, “Baby, that’s right. I want all of it. Give me all of it. I feel you. Come on baby a little bit more.”

I was spent. There was nothing left. She left me a pile of muscles and bones. She did not pull out, rather leaned forward and kissed me. I held her unable to do much more. I managed to mumble,” Thank you for coming… and oh visiting, also.” We giggled at the weak joke and welcomed an afternoon nap.

I was the first to wake up and took the time to replay the coincidences in Phoenix that got us to this point. Katie had slid off me and was cuddled in my arms. I held her and listened to her breathing. She moved out of my arms and I released her so that she could roll over onto her side. This freed me up to slip on a pair of boxers, use the bathroom, and go out to the kitchen to get a drink of water. With a tumbler full of ice-cold water, I reclined in a chair to catch up with emails. My mind slipped from emails to plans for the weekend and back. I had loose plans for going to the springs on Saturday and the beach on Sunday. Most come to Orlando for theme parks. I loathed them. They represented crowds and noise, things I did not value in my off time. Of course, I would be a good host. I would be game if Katie’s wishes were to visit any of the parks, but I hoped to visit the local natural attractions. I heard a stirring in the bedroom and got up to greet Katie from her slumber. I flopped on the bed next to her,” Hey you, how was your nap?”

She stretched and let out a yawn. “Mmmm, that nap was delicious. How long was I out?”

“About an hour. Do you want something to drink?”

Katie smacked her lips,” Yes baby. Just some water, please.”

I winked and left to fetch water. I doubled back leaning into the room, “If you want to shower, towels are in the closet in the bathroom.”

She smiled, “That’s a good idea. Somehow I got all sticky.”

As I left I heard her leave the bed. I got her a large tumbler of water and met her in the bathroom. Placing her water by the sink I slipped out of my boxers. Her back was turned to me in the shower. I didn’t want to startle her, so I gave her a heads up, “This shower has never looked this good.”

She turned and smiled, “Damn straight, it needed a lady’s touch… This lady’s touch.”

I leaned and pecked her lips. “I love our banter.”

“Baby, You act like I am the only one that keeps you on your toes.” She bit her lower lip with a smile in her eyes. She was baiting me.

Pretending to think long and hard I didn’t say anything. She reached down and grabbed my balls giving a firm squeeze, bordering on uncomfortable, “I’m sorry, I am the only one that keeps you on your toes.” Her smile widened as her eyes twinkled.

“Yes, yes, I was just thinking about to what degree. I have to say, and under no duress, you by far are the best and the only one keeping me on my toes.” I tilted my head down a smidgen to be in her direct eye line and smirked.

She pulled me in for a hug. I melted in her arms as I felt her breasts against me. My flaccid cock perked to life. Resting her head on my shoulder, she whispered,” You are so good to me baby.”

We finished our shower and dressed casually. That night we had Colombian food at a local cafe. That was another side of Orlando I wanted to showcase. We are enriched by a thriving Hispanic community. I had never had anything other than Mexican food until I moved into the area. We dined on grilled flank steak, rice and beans, and fried plantains. We managed to only eat half of our delicious meals and set off for a bar celebrated for their Cosmopolitans. She had a few while I nursed a Tito’s and soda. I stole quite a few glances on our drive home. Katie acknowledged my flirtation with a smile. It was a nice quiet ride. We communicated our fondness nonverbally. When we got to my condo, I had another chance to grab her ass. She didn’t flinch. “You’re crazy about my ass aren’t you, consistent dirty old man?”

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I want this girl. We’ve been texting for several weeks now, and I feel it’s time to either move forward or stop all together. I just don’t see the point of us lying in separate beds, masturbating ourselves while we text dirty messages to each other. So I decide to do something about it.

It’s one o’clock in the morning. I’m lying naked in my bed, with my mobile in one hand and my cock in the other. I’ve just described how hard I am, and what I’m doing with it (currently I’m teasing her pussy with it, but really I’m in my own bed just wishing I was). Man, this is so frustrating! I know she only lives round the corner, but I don’t know her address, or if she’d want me round. Why wouldn’t she? This is stupid! My phone buzzes. I laugh a little in my head, thinking she could make good use of that if she shoved it up her fanny, but it would cost me a lot of money in text messages to make her cum!

“I push u onto ur back, and slowly, oh so slowly, lower myself onto u. Ur dick spreads my lips, and I wrap my pussy rnd ur shaft. I begin a slow back and forth motion, and u gasp at how good it feels.” I grip my dick tighter, and give a few strokes up and down, while I read this latest message. My turn to reply. Fuck this!

“What’s ur address?” I ask. Plain and simple. If she wants me over, she’ll give it, otherwise we can carry on. Then it hits me that if she doesn’t want me round, I may have just killed the evening. But then, it’s not really a proper evening, is it? Sure it’s fun, but it could be so much more fun if we’re together. I stroke myself a little more, reflecting on the messages I got earlier, imagining her lying in her bed, on her back, with her right hand in the air, her head tilted to one side to read her phone, and her left hand between her spread legs, the sheets at the bottom of the bed. Her fingers are circling her clit, while her middle and index fingers occasionally dart into her pussy, to moisten her lips.

“18 Whiterock Avenue. I’ll be waiting for you.” This is all the encouragement I need. I jump out of bed, grab some clothes and race out to the car. It’s cold outside, and I’ve still got a stiffy, but the cool air soon sorts that out.

Within five minutes I’m at her house. I pull into the drive and stop the engine. The living room light is on. I know she lives alone, so I’m not worried about waking anyone up. I get out of the car and walk to the door, my mind racing with thoughts, my heart pounding through my chest with excitement. We’re really going to do this! Aren’t We? What if I took too long to get round? She might be bored, or she’s changed her mind! Or what if when she opens the door we both feel too awkward to carry on?

I get to the door, and she opens it. She is wearing a duvet, wrapped around her shoulders. Her red hair is a little shaggy from bed, but she’s clearly had a go at brushing it just before I arrived. She has türbanlı porno beautiful big, blue eyes, with long lashes that only make her eyes look bigger, and thick pouty lips, currently in the shape of a kind, yet not overbearing, smile. I look down and I can see her cute little toes pointing out of the bottom of the duvet. She’s trying to look tired, drooping her eyelids ever so slightly, but I know she’s as nervous as I am! Her hips are swaying to some unheard music, and her feet are shuffling back and forth. Part of me feels bad at making her nervous, and I want to hold and say, “don’t worry, there’s nothing to be nervous about”, and part of me thinks good, at least I’m not the only one who’s nervous!

“Hello, Susan,” I say, trying to sound casual. I didn’t just lick your pussy by text message half an hour ago.

“Hi, Joshua,” Susan replies, and then giggles, causing me to giggle too. I’m still standing outside. “Did you find the place alright?”

“Yeah, it only took me a few minutes to get round.”

“I noticed. You came in record time. Let’s hope you won’t again tonight!”

I blush at this innuendo. What a tease. She takes a step back, and I walk in. I close the door behind me, because her hands are full with the duvet. In my head I’ve already undressed her and discovered every curve, mark, dimple, crease, freckle, mole and scar she has, I’ve felt the softness of her skin and tasted her lips. I could turn around and go home now, because in my head I’ve already done it all. There’s nothing left, my work here is done. Oh, except for the fact that I haven’t even touched her yet.

My palms are sweating, and my heart is still pounding. We’re really going to do this. Susan takes another step back, and I follow her. All the time we’re looking into each others’ eyes. She stops, and I am so close to her now. I can feel the breath from her mouth on my lips, but I can’t take my eyes off hers. We look at each other for what seems like a thousand years, neither of us sure how to proceed. This is very different to texting. After tonight I might throw my mobile under a steam roller, just as punishment for even trying to pretend to be as good as the real thing!

I start to think logically. Okay, she can’t do anything because she’s holding the duvet, and we’ve got to follow some kind of protocol, right? She can’t just drop the duvet without any kind of physical contact first, that would be like passing your driving test and getting an Aston Martin. Yeah, some people might do that, but I’m not one of them. So it’s up to me. I have to take charge. I have to initiate contact.

Susan stands on her tip toes and kisses me lightly on the lips. I’m stunned. Not because it was insanely wonderful, it was virtually a peck, but because I was supposed to do it to her! She wasn’t following the rules. My confusion must register wit her, because again türk porno she smiles at me, this time a reassuring smile. I decide to myself that there is a time and a place for inner monologues, and standing by the front door in the living room of a beautiful woman who is wrapped only (I assume) in a duvet is not it.

I lean into her and kiss her. Properly, this time. Her lips are soft, they make my own tingle with pleasure. I close my eyes and allow myself to be absorbed. Our mouths open, and our tongues touch. Her moisture slides into my mouth, and as our lips part, my tongue slides across her lower lip, and she closes her mouth on it, sucking it back in gently. Again we kiss.

I wrap my arms around her, and she walks into my body. I inch back, a little worried about what she might think of my hard on, but she pushes her pelvis into it. I close my hands on her back, squeeze her tight. I can feel her hands on my chest, she’s trying to touch me, but the duvet is preventing her.

I walk her to the sofa, and we sit side by side. Barely once do our lips part, I think I could live for the rest of my life attached to those lips! As we sit, one hand comes out from the duvet, and she caresses my chest. I pull her close, and her hand wraps around my side. She lets the duvet rest on her shoulders, and brings out the other hand, to slide it under my t shirt. I break from our kiss, and she helps me take it off.

Her hands are now on my bare chest, softly stroking my skin. I slide my hand under the duvet and feel her side. Her skin is incredibly soft. I slide my hand up and around her back. Gradually I brush my fingertips across her breast, and she arches her back slightly. Her nipple is hard, and it responds to my touch.

I move my other hand under the duvet, and it falls away. Her body is wonderful. She has milky white skin, with round hips and small breasts. Her nipples are both hard and the muscles in her stomach tense as I pass may hands over them.

She reaches down and feels my crotch. She rubs me through my jeans, and my dick jumps as she brushes past my head. Her other hand comes round and she begins to undo my jeans. I stop for a moment to take off my socks and shoes, and she helps me out of my trousers and boxers. We’re both naked now.

I push her back onto the sofa, and begin kissing her neck. She moans softly, and wraps her arms around my back. I move down, kissing her shoulders, her chest, then her breasts. I lick her nipples, and she arches her back. Then I grab one in my teeth and squeeze, and she gasps and scrapes her nails on my back. This sends shivers along my back, right to my groin. I rub my groin against her pelvis, and she responds by wrapping her legs round me and applying pressure. We make involuntary thrusting movements at each other.

I continue my journey down her body, allowing my tongue to drag on her türkçe alt yazı porno stomach, into her bellybutton, and down further, I can smell how horny she is, and I can feel the temperature from her pussy. I allow my fingertips to brush her lips, and she jumps, sucking air into her mouth. I move down and kiss her thighs, and she wraps her legs round my head, trying to draw my mouth to her vagina. Her hands are in my hair, and she’s tugging at me lightly, trying to hint at what she wants.

I put my fingers into her lips, and I can feel how wet she is. There is a line of moisture running from her pussy all the way down the crack of her ass, and on her thighs as well. I’m so turned on at the sight of this that I think I might explode as soon as I penetrate her! Her whole body tenses as I insert my fingers into her pussy. I part her lips and expose her clit. It sits out, so inviting. I lick it quickly, and again she jumps. I enjoy this control. I start licking her clitoris in circular motions, and she settles into a tense rhythmic spasm, while my fingers slide in and out of her soaking pussy.

Every now and again I dart my tongue into her, just to enjoy the taste. She’s starting to grab my hair, tugging at me. She’s barely in control, all her muscles are as tense as they can be, and I think she’s about to cum. I decide that if I am going to cum soon, I should do it now. There will be more later.

I try to time it so that she’s about to peak, and when she grabs my hair so hard I think it might come out, I decide now is the time! I slide up her body, spread her lips wide with my fingers, and thrust myself into her in one quick stroke.

She explodes. She grabs my head and pulls my face into her neck, where I bite and kiss her. She cries out as her orgasm hits, and I can feel her vagina muscles trying to crush my dick inside her. Amazingly I don’t cum immediately (go me!) and I continue to pump in and out of her. She calms down a little, but only a little, and begins to kiss me passionately. Our lips mash against each others’ teeth, our tongues fly around, only half of the time in someone’s mouth. I can’t stop myself from thrusting, my body has taken over, and my mind has checked out.

Her nails are violently scraping my back, and the feeling only adds to my pleasure. My hands are crushing her breasts and I’m absently rolling her nipples in my fingers. Then my hands are on her waist and I take position to really pound her.

With every thrust we gasp in unison, into each others’ mouths, using each others’ air. Then I cum, and my dick squirts uncontrollably, and I collapse on top of her. Both of us are still gasping and panting. We lay there for a while, my dick still in her pussy, slowly getting soft.

After a while I get off her and lean back against the sofa. This is the first time I get a proper look at Susan’s body, and I spend a long time simply admiring her, feeling very lucky that I got to be so close to her. She then leans over to me and rests her head on my chest, and we lie there for a very long time, feeling serene, the feeling you can only achieve after an incredibly satisfying orgasm.

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I have a hot stepmother. Not a silicone busted, thong-wearing, model-hot stepmother, but a good-looking, friendly and nice woman with a decent body who has always been great to me since she came into our family when I was 15. Better than I deserved, probably. Better than my father deserved, too, but as Marsha put it: “When my husband died he left me with big debts, little cash and a lot of anger. I wasn’t exactly a bargain.”

Marsha and I grew close, partly because my father spent a lot of time on the road for his company, and partly because she was ten years younger than him. She was good company. She also liked to hug and be close, something my father complained “smothered” him. His loss. Many a night when my father was out of town we’d end up snuggling on the sofa with popcorn and a movie. There was a definite chemistry, a little tickling and a lot of flirting. She even said if SHE were ten years younger…

It may have been innocent to Marsha, but it wasn’t so innocent to me. She went braless when she wanted to be comfortable and I enjoyed seeing her breasts bounce beneath her sweatshirt. She had a nice round ass that I worshipped, too. She must have felt me get hard when we spooned on the couch while watching a movie, but she never pulled away. Well…almost never. I discovered early on that if I pushed against her ass too obviously she’d get up for a bathroom break or a soda, a subtle way of setting boundaries without reprimanding me.

Knowing I couldn’t simply push my dick against Marsha’s ass, I started doing different things to satisfy my boyish sexual preoccupation during the movies: blowing on her ear, fingertip massage of her neck, tickling her ribs, tickling behind her knees, etc. With all the laughter and giggling and hysterics I ended up holding on tightly to a woman who was squirming and wiggling. That’s about as close as you can come to sex without actually having sex. Of course I had sex with myself in bed afterwards.

Fast forward a couple years. I entered a local college and joined a fraternity my second year. Every now and then a brother would stop over at the house or even spend the night if we’d been out partying. That’s how Marsha met Heath, an Australian fraternity brother over here on a swimming scholarship. He pronounced his name more like Hay-ith and said it slow and kind of harsh. It didn’t matter. He had a great body, great eyes and my mother was totally smitten. Gaa-gaa. I was jealous, but what could I do? It was a harmless crush, anyway. Except I got annoyed when she would ask me during every phone call how he was or when he was coming by. Heath thought she was pretty nice, too, which didn’t help things. I started mocking Heath by imitating his accent and saying stupid things in his accent while driving in my car or when alone. Truth was, he wasn’t that bright. He wasn’t a bad guy, though, I was just jealous

Dad and Marsha’s marriage started going downhill around this time. Marsha said some things and I picked up on other things. They stayed together, though. I’m sorry to say I sided more with Marsha, but I did understand my Dad’s side when it came to her overspending on clothes and such. The shopping gene, I guess.

In the winter of “99 our fraternity rented a fifteen room lodge at Mammoth Mountain in California for a 5 day holiday. Marsha was all excited when I told her about it because she thought that the timing was great for a visit to her friend in Lake Tahoe, which wasn’t too far away. We’d drive up together and she would continue on to Lake Tahoe and come back and pick me up afterwards. I would miss out on some fraternal camaraderie by not driving with Brothers, but there would be opportunity to make up for it at the lodge.

Everything was set, and then it all came undone. We saw 9 inches of snow before we got to Mammoth. The Highway Patrol made us buy and put on tire chains and we were hours late arriving. No way could Marsha continue driving on, so she had to spend the night with me. Still, it was an adventure and kind of fun, and we were drinking hot rum in front of a fire by 8pm. Marsha was in great spirits, helped by being away from home, the rum and seeing “Hay-ith”. The two of them were almost embarrassing, flirting, going outside to see the snow, going outside to bring in wood (there was plenty already) and carrying on. I went looking for them at one point and found Heath and Marsha making out furiously. It was like a blow to the stomach, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Marsha would have ended up in Heath’s room for sure, but Heath’s girlfriend’s best friend (and sorority sexmex porno sister) Jenny arrived. Once he heard her unmistakable laugh upstairs he knew the game with Marsha was over. Any transgressions would be reported. Heath made some excuse to Marsha and rejoined the group in front of the fire.

Marsha tried to hide the blow to her ego with an extra drink or two. There were other guys to share some laughs with, and me, but by 11 she was slurring her words and starting to nod off. Between the blizzard and the drive it had been a long day. I helped Marsha upstairs and took off her boots at her request. She made it into the bathroom on her own. A few minutes later she emerged in a knee-length flannel nightgown and pulled back the covers, claiming the near side of the bed

“My side!”

With a great sigh she plopped face down on the bed.

I said I was going back down, then for no apparent reason, said I’d send Heath to tuck her in. It was a total lie. I was just trying to be funny.

“In my dreams” Marsha murmured.

I laughed and let myself out, turning out the light. I hadn’t gone three steps when an evil thought occurred to me: What if I went back in a few minutes and used my fake Aussie voice, pretending to be Heath?

My heart stopped. My breathing stopped. Wow! The lights were out…Marsha was drunk…Hmmm. Could I pull something off? I didn’t have the same body, but could I fake it? Did I have the balls? What might be the consequences? Would Marsha ever speak to me again if she found out?

The moment was electric. I went over all my Aussie phrases and what I might say. I thought of right and wrong, then took a deep breath and turned around. It was worth I try.

I knocked lightly and let myself in, never turning on the light.

“Marsha” I said in my best Aussie accent. “I’m back to tuck you in, luv.”

Marsha raised her head and mumbled something incoherently about Kevin.

“Kevin’s downstairs watching bush telly with some girl. He’s going to rage on for hours. ” I said. “Forget about him. Now you…you never left word about the massage, dear. This lodge offers a free massage to all guests before we tuck you in for the night. Just relax and let me do all the work…There, doesn’t that feel marvelous on the shoulders?”

“Heath, you bastard…you…..ahhhh….that feels wonderful. I wouldn’t let anyone else…ummmmm Heath……..yesss…..ummmmmm….ohhh, never mind.”

I continued my fake Aussie-accented babbling while massaging Marsha’s back through her nightgown.

“Yeaaahh, you’re still tight in the center of your back. Must be that blizzard you drove through. Great back, though.”

Marsha continued moaning as I worked my way down her back. When I got to her butt she tried to stop me, although my hands never stopped working.

“Heath. What are you doing? Heath?” Marsha was tipsy, but still awake.

“Relax, Marsha. This is where it gets good.”

I moved my hands in opposite circles on Marsha’s ass cheeks, something I’d seen in a pseudo-porno video on cable once. It seemed almost legitimate, plus it raised the hem of Marsha’s nightgown to the bottom of her ass. I varied the speed a little, which gave me the opportunity to raise the hem a little higher, exposing a curve of panty covered ass. When I moved my hands to the sides of her ass, I “accidentally” let my fingers catch the gown and pull it up over Marsha’s ass. Marsha realized this after a couple seconds and tried to pull it down. She only half-succeeded.

“Heath…Heath!..”

Marsha gave a shiver at this point, either because of a draft or what I was doing to her. My hands were already giving her ass a vigorous massage. I had started on top of her panties, but was bunching them up as I worked and twisting the flat of my hand in such a way as to maximize contact with her soft ass cheeks. Marsha made an “umph” sound and pushed her ass into the bed when my thumbs raked down the crack of her butt. I squeezed her ass and kneaded the soft flesh I had always dreamed of, pulling her anus very, very gently. She gave a muffled scream at that, then one hand flailed at me for a second and stopped.

Thinking I may have pushed things too far, I began some “long strokes”, as they were described in a massage book I browsed through while nursing a 90-minute-coffee one Friday night at a bookstore. The strokes started above the knee and went up across the thigh and ended in the small of the back. Of course they crossed the ass, but they had the effect of lessening the sexual tension for a minute. Both hands stranded teens porno up, both hands down. Both hands up, both hands down. Repeat. Repeat. Just when Marsha relaxed a little I grabbed the band of her panties on either side of her waist on the downstroke and pulled. The panties came off to below her ass. I continued my strokes as if nothing had happened. Marsha did notice, though, and protested through slightly slurred and murmured words.

“Heath, my panties!…you……devil…you can’t…..”

“Just getting warmed up, here, luv. We can’t have any Yank sheilas saying that the Aussie swimmer was anything less than a deadest bonzer, now, can we?

I held my breath, thinking that I was about to be discovered, and used the moment for a few caresses of Marsha’s soft inner thigh. Might as well get what I can before I’m caught, I reasoned. But Marsha laughed. And when she stopped laughing she started giggling. I used the moment to take her panties all the way off. She actually lifted her body a little to help. The tone of her giggles changed when I spread her legs a little and began stroking my fingers up and down her thighs. Her skin fluttered once or twice involuntarily as my fingernails or fingertips passed over, but the giggles continued. I was quickly approaching the point of no return.

Marsha stopped giggling when my fingertips found her labia. I teased around them for a moment, feeling the outline, then licked the tip of my index finger and inserted it a half-inch. Marsha stiffened and let out a short “Ahh!” I wiggled my finger slightly and pushed it farther in, feeling warm, wet pussy.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh” Marsha trembled slightly, then pushed back against my finger. I think my jaw dropped in shock. We had lain together and snuggled many a night on the couch, but this was a whole new level of intimacy.

I pulled my finger out and put it in my mouth, partly to re-wet it, but mostly to taste my stepmother. She had that typical slightly salty, pussy taste that can’t be described in words. At least not by me. I quickly re-inserted my finger and plunged it farther in, twisting and turning it. My idle middle finger teased around her clit. Marsha jerked and moaned in pleasure.

I leaned back. This was working out better than I had thought, but what now? Just bring her off with my fingers? Lick her pussy to orgasm? Fuck her?

Fuck her!??? Could I? Was there a chance I could actually get that far with her? Without her knowing? What would be the consequences if I got caught? I decided it was worth a chance. I’d blame it on the rum.

I kept one finger in Marsha and one finger teasing her clitoris, undoing my shoelaces, pants, socks and underwear with my other hand. It was a major balancing act. I was tempted to try doggie-style, but it seemed too risky, so I resigned myself to just entering Marsha while she lay on her stomach. To prepare her I stuck two fingers in her vagina, then two fingers and thumb. She loved it so much I could see her ass move in time with my thrusts. This was going to be sweet.

I felt a moment of doubt as I poised over Marsha’s half-nude body, but there was no turning back. I spit on one palm, rubbed the spit on the head of my dick to ease my path and lowered myself into position behind Marsha’s pussy. A half second later I felt the head of my prick part the warm walls of Marsha’s pussy. She stiffened for a second, then I felt her relax and take a deep breath and push back against me. I was in. IN!

“Oh, Heath….Heath…..That’s lovely. Lovely…….Ummmmmm. It’s been too long”

I could have come in seconds if I’d wanted. It was that sexy a moment. I felt my prick buried in the softness that ended at the bottom of her rounded ass, which felt so fantastic against my stomach. I took a deep breath and pulled out, then pushed in. Again and again I rammed the length of my prick as far as I could get it into that soft wetness, then ground into Marsha’s ass for good measure when I reached the end.

I was so focused on Marsha’s pussy and butt it had totally skipped my mind that I could probably reach up under Marsha’s nightgown and feel her breasts-at least a little. I slipped my hands along her ribs for a second, then under her and there they were! Marsha actually moved on to her elbows to allow me easier access. Something about that, just moving to let me feel her tits, started me coming a few seconds later. It just seemed sexy. I came in gobs and spurts, moaning in my fake Aussie voice, pumping Marsha until I was drained.

Unfortunately, Marsha didn’t street blowjobs porno come. I started worrying about how long it might take in her condition, whether she might turn the light on soon after and how every second (almost) seemed to increase my chance of being found out. I decided to split. I gathered up my clothes in the dim light and offered a last bit of Aussie BS to cover a fast exit.

“Well, I’ll be stoked til the sparrows fart. I hope you liked our tuck-in service. Do call again.”

I was out of the room before Marsha realized what was going on. I heard her say something as I left, but I didn’t hear it clearly. Out in the hall I finished dressing and went downstairs. I got a Coke, stood before the fire (bush television, in Aussie slang, by the way) and walked around in a daze. Nothing seemed real. I heard bits of conversation and laughter, but I wasn’t a part of it. Someone talked about skiing and someone else about a new BMW. It was as if they talked in Croatian. It just didn’t register. I moved on. Shot a lousy game of pool. I went outside. Kept moving. And always I kept hearing this voice: I just fucked my stepmother….I just fucked my stepmother…

The truth of the matter is that I didn’t feel good. I had taken advantage of somebody. It wasn’t right. It had been more fun to masturbate after having her twisting body rub against me while I tickled her during a bad movie. Fuck! Fuck! I felt guilty as hell. How soon could I slink back to the room and sneak into bed?

I hadn’t looked at my watch when leaving the room, but it was probably an hour later when I returned and quietly opened the door. It was dark, but I immediately sensed the humidity and smell of shampoo. Marsha had roused enough to take a shower. I undressed quickly and prepared to slip quickly beneath the covers on “my” side of the bed.

“Hey.” Marsha whispered before I could complete my mission. I held my breath to hear what else she had to say and mentally prepared to rid my voice of anything that sounded the least bit Australian when I spoke.

“Did you have a good time, Kevin?” Marsha asked.

“Umm-hmm. I’m tired, though. Can’t keep my eyes open.” I whispered.

I slipped into bed in my underwear, but remained awake and on-guard. Marsha didn’t sound drunk, but she didn’t sound stone cold sober, either. Neither one of us said anything for a minute, then Marsha broke the silence.

“I don’t know about you, but I could use a cuddle.”

I slid over and spooned Marsha loosely. She made a good-natured, grumbling noise of complaint and pulled my hand around her firmly. A few deep breaths later we were spooning tightly and Marsha was stroking my hand absently.

“Confession time, Kevin. I have something to tell you. I put it off for tonight, then I was going to put it off til morning, but then something happened and I figured maybe right now was best.”

“I’m listening.”

A long breath was followed by a longer pause.

“Your dad’s a good man, but I’m afraid we’re growing farther apart every year. We haven’t been intimate in some time…and I was wondering how to tell him I couldn’t go on this way when he told ME. We’re supposed to sit down with a mediator when I get back and see if we can be civil and work out the details of a trial separation. Of course I said, “Yes”. I think we can. I love your dad as a person, but we’re not soulmates.

I nodded in the dark, said, “hmmm” and took it all in before responding.

“That’s some confession” I said solemnly.

“Oh, that’s not the confession part.” Marsha said, removing my hand and sitting upright for a moment before taking off her nightgown.

I stopped breathing. My stepmother was now nude. She tossed her nightgown on a chair and turned towards me beneath the covers.

“I have two confessions, actually, but first I want a hug.”

I was happy to oblige, and held her warm body tight. My dick was stirring again.

Marsha sighed contentedly.

“Okay. Confession One, I threw up a half-hour ago and used your toothbrush afterwards because I couldn’t find mine. I’ll pay for a new one tomorrow, but right now don’t let me breathe on you, because I know my breath is awful.”

I laughed nervously and said “Okay,” then made a few sounds of contentment myself as Marsha reached down and stroked my thigh near my dick. Marsha started to put a leg across my leg, then stopped.

“Are you ready for confession number two?”

“Yes…I think so, anyway.”

Marsha slid her leg over until she was straddling me, breasts swaying in the dim light. She made a little “Mmm” sound and looked down at me.

“Running into Heath reminded me of something.”

“What’s that?” I asked tentatively, running my hands up her soft sides.

Marsha took a deep breath and whispered her reply.

“I’m horny as hell!”

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Their relationship started out simple enough. They were friends first and foremost. It was nothing intense and nothing sexual. They had lunch twice a week. Fridays, if they had no other plans, they’d spend the evening together. Usually dinner and a movie, and they were both home before midnight.

One Friday night, the conversation over dinner took an unexpected turn, and they had no choice but to go with it.

“When was your last sexual encounter?” Jimmy casually asked after the waiter took their orders.

Lexy was a little taken aback. She and Jimmy had never spoken about sex really. It was like the “pink elephant” analogy. They knew it happened, but never brought it up.

“Excuse me?”

“C’mon. I’m curious. We both have been without dates the past few Fridays. So you’re obviously not seeing anyone. It just made me wonder.”

“Well, when was yours?” Lexy countered, strictly to avoid answering.

“Just a couple nights ago.” He said.

“But, you’re not seeing anyone seriously right now,” Lexy was slightly confused now.

“I didn’t say it had to be with someone else,” he said smiling broadly.

“Are you asking me if I masturbate?” Lexy blushed, not sure how to handle this.

“Unless you have someone you can call to take care of your needs? Do you have someone who can take care of you?” Jimmy prodded, with a sly smile still on his face.

“NO!” Lexy blushed again. “I don’t have anyone like that.”

“So. When was your last sexual experience” Jimmy persisted.

Grinning, Lexy looked at him sheepishly, and said “This morning, before going to work.”

“And was it exciting?”

“It was fine. Why do you want to know, Jimmy?”

“I’m curious about it. I want to know how you handle yourself on those long dateless nights.”

Their food arrived after that comment. She said nothing more, hoping that eating would distract him into forgetting his line of questioning. They discussed work, and mutual friends while they ate. Lexy finally got comfortable in thinking Jimmy decided to stop asking her about her sexual habits.

It was his turn to pick up the check, so as Jimmy was signing the credit slip, he looked at her and asked, “Would you like to skip the movie tonight?”

“Are you tired? Would you rather just go home?”

“No. Actually, if you’d like, I’d like to suggest we go back to my place where we can continue our conversation.”

“Jimmy, are you sure that’s a good idea? Is that what you’d really like? To talk?” Lexy was skeptical at this point. They’ve never discussed sex before, between them rip her up porno or with anyone else.

“Lexy, you don’t have to worry. I have no intentions of seduction. I’m just curious and I think it would be a great way to learn something new about you.”

Trusting him, Lexy agreed. It would be fun, once she got past thinking that this man was almost like a brother to her. She found herself in a cab with Jimmy, wondering how much he really wanted to know about the sexual side of her. She wasn’t sure how far she should really take this, but what the hell. Why not take it as far as it could go. It was about time she did something for the pure fun of it.

Reaching his apartment, he led her in and took her coat. She’d been to his home several times. In fact, too many times to count. This time she felt different though. She was a little unsure of her surroundings, and a little nervous.

“Would you like anything?” Jimmy asked.

“A glass of wine would be fine”, she said walking into the living room.

He brought her a glass of white wine and sat next to her on the couch.

“Now tell me all about this morning.”

“Well, what do you want to know?”

“What got you horny?”

“A dream I had before waking. I don’t remember many details, I just know I woke up feeling very turned on and had to do something about it.”

“Do you sleep naked?”

“Yes.”

“Were your nipples hard?”

“Yes, they were painfully hard.”

“Do you have any toys?”

“No. I am too embarrassed to buy one.”

“Tell me what you did to get off.”

Jimmy’s expression had gone serious. She knew this was turning him on. She had to admit, thinking about it was making her wet. She knew whatever she did next would change their relationship forever.

She spoke softly, “Jimmy, would you like to see how I got off this morning?”

Jimmy just stared blankly for a few minutes. “I’d love to,” he finally said.

Lexy stood and unbuttoned her jeans. Standing directly in front of Jimmy, she pushed the tight fitting material down her legs and stepped out of them. She then unbuttoned her blouse and let if fall from her arms. Standing before him in her black lacy panties and bra, she silently laughed at his expression. She knew he’d been admiring her body for some time, but was just being a gentleman. She did a small turn and now facing away from him, unclasped her bra. She held it away from her body and made a show of dropping it on the floor. She then slid her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and bending at the waist, pulled them rus porno down and off her body. Jimmy got a good view of Lexy’s pussy from behind and his cock surged in his pants.

Lexy sat back down on the couch, leaning against the arm, one leg leaning against the back, and the other foot on the floor. She sat spread before him, and with a glance at his bulging pants, she began to touch herself.

She started at her legs, sliding her fingers up her thighs to her waist. Brining her right hand up, she cupped her breast. She rolled her nipple in her fingers, gently pulling on it, making it hard. Lexy had very ample breasts, so she was able to lower her head and bring her breast to her lips. She sucked gently and then let it fall from her mouth. Jimmy’s mouth watered at the sight of her saliva glistening off her nipple. She looked right into Jimmy’s eyes, watching his every expression, enjoying her effect on him.

She continued pulling and playing on her nipple with her right hand, while her left played casually with the blond curls between her legs. She lightly stroked over her lips, tracing her slit from the curls own to the couch. Up and down over and over again. After a few gentle strokes, Jimmy saw Lexy’s pussy lips swell up, and her clit peek out.

Lexy’s finger dipped in between her lips to casually graze inside. She pulled it out, covered with her juices, and brought it to her mouth. She greedily sucked the moisture from her finger, giving a tiny moan, and returned it to her pussy. She slid her finger back into her pussy, wetting it and began stroking her clit. Jimmy was squirming at this action. She could tell he wanted to help.

She moaned again, and laid her head back on the couch. Jimmy watched her play with her clit, and occasionally slide down to disappear into her pussy. Her moans began to get louder. Her hips started rocking at the same speed that she fingered her clit. Her breathing got heavier as she worked her pussy to orgasm.

Rocking her hips on the couch, she screamed when it hit her. Her body quivered and shook violently as the spasm of her orgasm took over. Her screams and moans loud, and filled with passion. As she came down, breathing hard, he watched her body. He noticed the flushed skin, and perspiration glistening off her body. Jimmy was beyond exciting.

She laid there, eyes closed with her head back on the arm of the couch, and Jimmy took his chance. Leaning forward, and settling between her legs, he smelled the musk of her arousal. He knew then he had to taste her. Before she had a chance to say or do anything, he pushed sert porno his face deep into her pussy and lapped at her juices.

His tongue delved deep into her. He wanted to taste every drop of Lexy’s orgasm. Her breathing picked back up. She began rocking her hips to push her pussy into his face. Her hands flew into his hair, and pushed him into her.

He started moving up her body to capture her nipples. She felt his teeth bite on the hard bud, and she cried out at the sudden burst of pleasure. She reached her hands down and began unzipping his pants. He had way too many clothes by her way of thinking. He brought himself up higher to kiss her. And as he moved higher up, she grasped onto his cock. He was so stunned, that he didn’t kiss her. Instead he buried his head in her shoulder as she stroked him. She had both hands on him. She was feeling and squeezing his balls, and stroking his cock. After a while, she raised her hips, and started to guide him into her.

The first touch of her hot pussy brought Jimmy to his senses. He stopped her movements, and pulled back just enough to still be inside her, and looked down at Lexy.

“Are you sure this is what’s going to happen? This isn’t what I intended.”

“I know Jimmy, I intended it. So shut up and fuck me!”

Needing no further encouragement, he plunged forward. Bringing a surprised gasp from Lexy, he forged on. Bracing his feet on the opposite end of the couch, he gave her what she asked for. Lexy wrapped her legs tightly around Jimmy, holding on for all she was worth. He fit her completely. She felt every movement from him, and relished all the glorious feelings he gave her. She knew she was going to come again, and she was hoping he’d wait until she was finished before he did.

As she started feeling her orgasm build again, she knew that Jimmy was getting close. She needed further stimulation to be able to meet him. Bringing her hand up, she cupped her breast, and pushed it up toward Jimmy’s face. “Suck on my nipple Jimmy” she said, holding herself under his chin.

Jimmy licked and teased her nipple, knowing it would drive her crazy. He also knew why she wanted him to do this. He knew he wasn’t far away, and he wanted her to climax with him, just as much as she did. He finally latched on to her breast, and sucked hard. She gasped hard, and moaned in his ear. That was all he needed, and he felt himself coming. With that added enhancement, Lexy was pushed over the edge as well. They shared an earth-shattering climax just then. Lexy’s body bucked underneath Jimmy’s spastic one, and they yelled each other’s names.

Laying there later on, in each other’s arms, Jimmy asked casually “what are you doing tomorrow night?”

“How about dinner and a movie?”

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Cut the crap. I met Jillian online.

She’d posted an ad looking for sex, and I’d responded offering a cuddle. Women who’ll post for raw sex will melt at the suggestion of some touchy-feely. We chatted on MSN, then traded pics.

Jillian is a big, beautiful woman. I don’t want to limit her to the ‘BBW’ acronym, which zooms past your eyes and leaves you with the simplistic impression of a chubby mass being fucked on her back in a half-lit porn studio.

No. Jillian is a big woman and Jillian is a beautiful woman. She’s a head shorter than me, and fills out her customary casuals very nicely. She’s conservative in a cute way. Considering she basically went on a website to say ‘do me hard’, I was tickled when she refused point-blank to meet commando. Her mum told her to wear underwear always … because what if she got in a road accident? That’s Jillian for you!

We met on a street corner halfway between her place and mine and walked to hers. She’d skipped lunch, so as she sat down on her bed in her small studio to munch on cereal, we exchanged bits about life and love. Jillian (Jill, by now) had been a born-again Christian, selling off her TV because it took her away from Jesus. Eventually, though, she came around to be a born-again slut, and found she outdoor sex porno was getting to see God more often. I was human dildo number seven.

She was done with her cereal. I offered to clean the bowl for her. As I worked in her tiny kitchenette, she came up behind me and ran her finger down my side in a sensuous, spontaneous gesture.

*

Back in bed, tentatively reaching for each other’s clothes. Sure, we knew what we wanted and bad, but there’s no reason to hurry a good thing. Sex is a performing art.

We kissed, her soft lips meeting mine while I removed her tee and she tore out of her brassiere. Jill, like many larger women, has breasts that look disproportionately small, but don’t disappoint. As I traced spirals around her hazel nipples, she reached for my pants, teasing me with a gentle but firm crotch-grab before getting down to business. She lifted her ass for me to discard of her scanties (who’s commando now?) and we faced each other on all fours like a pair of wildcats ready to tear each other to the bone.

Yes, I know what you’re thinking. Cock meets pussy. Throat meets cock. Tongue meets clit. Weather Channel sex.

We had better listings in mind. Jill lay on her stomach while I knelt, straddling her public agent porno prodigious behind, my cock buried comfortably (and impatiently) in her cheeks. Good sex, like good wine, needs brewing, and I’m as ready as any vintner to earn my vintage. In front of me lay the white, bare expanse of a woman ready to trust her body to me and a bottle of baby oil. Acres of gently sloping countryside, inviting the loving care that will bring a Chianti to perfection.

I rubbed the oil into my hands, warming it. Cold oil contracts muscles instead of relaxing them. I stroked her back, feeling literally the pleasure of flesh under my hand. I pinched her neck, releasing tension and eliciting a warm groan. Slowly, deftly, we learnt what to expect of each others bodies. She moved to present her front to me (ooh, and such a front!). I charted every undulating valley, every gentle hill on that willing prisoner to my tender attentions. She rubbed oil in her own hands and returned the favour. Slick with oil and burning with desire, we moved clumsily into each others slippery embrace. Groping with each other’s bodies, we swam through flesh and, at some point in the blur, I entered her.

We stopped.

Jill had had her eyes closed, her head thrown back reality kings porno with a regal, feline air. Now she purred, then opened her eyes to look straight into mine, green boring into black. I pushed into her, she responding magnificently to every move of my body. We fucked till her ninth orgasm and my third, by which time I was hurting and her sheets were drenched in sweat. I crashed into sleep, following her into the exhausted dreamland. Dawn, I thought, and I’ll go home and nurse my smarting stiff.

*

The next morning, she woke me up with a blowjob.

It was so soft, so careful, and so perfectly executed, I might have had to wipe a tear. Jill is a British-Canadian dame in a rather full sense of the word, with English, Irish and Welsh blood coursing through the lips that held my cock like a fleshy vice and the tongue that had all the power and talent of a dominatrix who is a ballerina by day. She stung like a bee and floated like a butterfly. I moaned like possessed and came as she obsessed over an full-blown blowing technique.

I couldn’t stay for breakfast, so we dressed in silence, gorging on each other’s naked form disappearing under subsequent layers of society and shame. I turned at the door, and held her eye. She presented her cheek like a little girl, and I pecked it with a promise for a second date.

I walked down the stairs and I out into the cold, Montréal air, becoming one again with a world groping for a pleasure that only minutes ago had been sleeping next to me in an oily bed, soft, warm, and sexy.

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