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There was an instant attraction between us. I could feel it the moment I stepped into your flat, despite my cold fingers and the nervous tingling in my stomach. That subtle tension. We both know why I am here today and exchange a knowing smile as I come in and give you a hug.

I leave my shoes and jacket in the hall and follow you through into the living room. You are wearing comfortable pants and a hoodie that is a bit too big for you. It looks kind of cute. I notice the arms are too long when you reach up to tuck a strand of your dark hair behind your ear. The zip is not fully drawn up and offers me an exciting glance at your skin. Aren’t you wearing anything beneath?

We talk for a while and I get the feeling that you’re teasing me. Little touches, not so subtle glances and when the zip opens yet a bit further while you play around with it, purely by accident of course, the conversation comes to a halt.

We are both silent for a few breaths but just when I decide to tilt my head a little and lean towards you, my stare fixed on your full lips, you suddenly stand with a cheeky grin and say you have to go somewhere.

My eyes are glued to your behind as you waltz out of the room and disappear down the hallway. If it was your goal to make my pants quite a bit more uncomfortable you definitely succeeded. You are gone for quite some time and I am beginning to wonder if I should just follow when I hear you calling for me.

In the hall I can hear soft music coming from the bedroom and the moment I stand in the doorframe you tell me to stay there and strip. I don’t know what my face does in that moment but you laugh and I quickly get back on track and rip my clothes off.

You are lying in bed and as far as I can tell you are naked. At least your pants and the hoodie are on the floor next to the bed and on top lies something else that looks suspiciously like a pair of panties. You notice me looking at your clothes and when our eyes meet again you wink sexily.

My eyes wander over your outstretched arms, the soft skin of your neck and down to where the blanket covers the swell of your breasts and the rest of your body.

“Sit there.” You point at the foot of the bed. I can see that your legs are tightly closed and sit cross-legged and naked by your feet. I am just starting to reach out to put my hand onto your leg, but you stop me and whisper seductively for me to pull the blanket very czech couples porno slowly off you. “No touching. You may only look!”

With a smile I grab the edge and pull barely noticeably but steadily. “What does that feel like? The cool, thin sheets gliding softly over your skin? If I am not allowed to touch you directly, I’ll caress you like this.” I think I can see you tremble and imagine goosebumps appearing all over your tender skin.

I slowly reveal more of your wonderful breasts and my eyes feast on your sensual curves. The slow and careful sliding of the fabric has let your nipples stiffen and I can already make them out although they are still covered.

When your breasts are completely exposed I forget to pull on the blanket for a moment because your arms are no longer outstretched away from your body but your hands glide over your neck and you collarbone onto your perfect mounds. I wish they were my own hands, caressing your soft flesh, stroking and holding it, and then squeezing your nipples gently between their fingers. Your eyes are closed and you breathe through your slightly parted lips and your expression makes me so horny.

Your foot moves involuntarily and that reminds me of my task. While you play with your breasts your breath gets steadily louder and I go on exposing more and more of your belly. What I would give for the chance to kiss every millimeter of your naked skin!

When your bellybutton comes into view and the swell of your hips becomes noticeable my blood begins to run seriously hot. I have already left a wet spot on the bed and I haven’t even touched myself once.

Then I can see that you did not shave off all your pubic hair and I am this close to pressing my nose into it and breathe deeply but your hand is faster once more. It glides down over your flat belly and your slender fingers start to play with your pubes. Your pussy is still mostly hidden from me because of your tightly closed legs but your fingers dip between your thighs from time to time to caress it.

I simply cannot pull on that blanket this slowly anymore and speed things up a little. I admire your beautiful legs all the way down to your toes and put my hands onto your feet as soon as the whole sheet lies bunched up across my thighs.

My touch makes you open your eyes and you scold me playfully because I put my hands on you. Then you sit up and czech estrogenolit porno scoot back to the headboard, all while keeping your legs close together, where you lean against a stack of pillows and pull your legs towards your chest to make space for me. Wordlessly you point at the mattress in front of you and I lay down on my front with my face very close to your feet.

I quickly press a kiss onto your toes before you can stop me and then you spread your legs, put your feet wide apart and let your thighs fall to the sides.

Spellbound I stare between your legs and at the glistening wetness that cannot be missed. I move even closer to you and can easily smell how aroused you are. Looking straight into your eyes I breathe deeply to let you know how much I love this moment.

Your hands squeeze your nipples one last time and then come down to your pussy. You spread your slippery lips apart and show me your pink wetness inside. I so want to eat you out right now! But I manage to hold back and stay patient for my chance to taste you. Your fingers caress and stroke all around your pussy and along the outer lips and I have the feeling you are doing this as much for my viewing pleasure as for your own enjoyment.

One hand pulls back the skin at the top of your paradise and exposes your glistening pearl, while another finger slides into you with a wet squelch. It reappears coated all over with your juice and you immediately start to circle your clit with it. You moan sexily and give in to your pleasure with me lying between your legs and closely watching your every move.

Then my patience is rewarded as you once more dip your finger into your dripping hole and pull it out glistening seductively. I expect it to return to your now visibly swollen clit and am taken by surprise when you hold it directly under my nose. The magnificent scent of your arousal drives me crazy and when you tell me to open my mouth I can barely believe how lucky I am. I gently suck on your finger until there is no more of your juices left and then continue to watch you play with yourself.

Your movements get steadily faster just like your breathing. I can see your lustful jerks and twitches, smell the tantalizing scent of your arousal, hear you moan from pleasure and I can still taste your delicious sweetness on my tongue. I am incredibly turned on right now and cannot wait for czech first video porno your orgasm which is obviously not much longer. You climax explosively and your screams and shudders are the most beautiful thing in the world.

Slowly you come back down and lie exhausted in front of me. I could stay like this with you for hours.

But you have different plans. After a little while, that is far too short for my liking, you pull out your two fingers that were still buried deep inside your pussy and I am already looking forward to a repetition form earlier but then you put them into your own mouth and grin cheekily at me while you suck them clean.

I pout, but not for long, because you already turned me onto my back and now stand over my head with your feet next to my ears and your face towards mine. The view is already breathtaking but improves even more when you slowly squat down. I put my hands onto your asscheeks to steady you but cannot enjoy your butt under my fingers for very long because you eventually kneel and pin my arms under your shins. You kneel over me like that with your pussy directly in my face but I cannot lift my head enough to reach you with my tongue. I try nonetheless, but you put a finger to my forehead and push me back down onto the mattress. Slowly you lower yourself until our bodies almost touch. You are so unbelievably close but every time I stick out my tongue you pull back just enough so that I cannot reach you.

I give up and surrender myself completely to you. My reward is your smell, stronger than ever, when you come back down again. You very slightly rub your clit against the tip of my nose and I can feel your wetness when you let my nose slip between your lips.

You raise your hips once more to be able to look into my eyes. “Stick out your tongue.”

I do and you lower yourself until my tongue parts your slippery folds and sinks into your wet warmth. Both of us moan at the sensation and while you begin to rock gently back and forth on my face, I try to slurp up as much of your juices as I possibly can.

Your moans get louder again when I close my lips around your pearl and gently suck it into my mouth and your hips start to jerk involuntarily. Somehow I manage to free my right arm and my fingers quickly find their way to your ass and between your legs. I wriggle two of them past my chin and they easily slip into the hot grip of your pussy. Your rocking is getting harder and your fingers grab at my hair. I can feel you squeezing my fingers again and again and then you come loudly and wetly on my face.

I let you regain your breath and then roll you onto your side where you stay drained an unmoving. I have a big grin on my face.

“That was hot! What do we do now?”

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Part 1, the concert…

Julie and I, worked out of the same building, she worked in another division and I worked more for the corporate side of the company. For weeks we exchanged flirtations at work. She was a cool, hippy-chick that looked incredibly hot in a t-shirt and jeans. Whenever we encountered each other she’d look at me with sultry grey-blue eyes, glimmering with exuberance. She had long curly, light brown hair, incredible full lips, a great ass and the perkiest tits…even more distracting to me, there were days where it appeared she was hard all day. Her nipples were always on high-beam…WTF! Men are simple when it comes to noticing women; I was certainly no different and my colleagues were noticing the same nipple-age. Of course, there was a little trashy, but discreet, office gossip…you put a bunch of men together and you get a locker room.

That’s, all good, but I started to fantasize about her way too much. In my mind I had her spread out in one of the fields, sucking her tits and fucking her brains out. Another featured those amazing lips wrapped around my cock, with me grasping her curly hair and pushing myself into her throat. After that type of thing for a week or more, I realized it was time to do something, so I approached her as she walked to her car and asked her out for coffee. We hit it off great and talked for a couple hours. I figured, I was about nine years older. She was still in school and trying to decide the direction she was going; she wanted to declare a major. We talked about music, school…work. I decided to pursue things further and asked her out to a concert in Chicago.

We were just starting a relationship…maybe…with all the exuberant phone calls and hand-holding. The night before the concert, we had gone out for a beer and ended up in her back seat. We made out for a good hour, before we had to stop and go meet a couple friends. I sensed that she was excited to meet my friends…a good sign that she was committed to something, with me. And, if we didn’t show or arrived late, my buddies were ruthless…they would embarrass her and me. I’d reciprocate and do the same for them. Anyway, we met them and had a great evening out together. It certainly set the tone for the upcoming concert.

We left work early and set out for the concert. We got there at the perfect time to get a beer (and t-shirts, of course) and stake-out a position, where we had a great view of the stage. The concert was incredible; we were having a great time. We had lawn seats and everyone was standing so I stood behind her with my hands on her shoulders. About an hour into the show, I employed a tired but proven move, I rubbed her shoulders and gradually wrapped my arms around her waist. She snuggled into me and I pulled her tighter. As she turned her head, I reached around to meet her with a slow lingering kiss. It was a beautiful first kiss moment even though it wasn’t first kiss.

We moved our bodies with the music a little as she pressed into me. When she felt me hard and pressed against her ass, she said, “I like what I’m feeling back there…it feels good.” She moved my hands up to her breasts, “Here, check these out”

Definitely a sweet handful, her tits seemed wide and full…they were perky! With my thumbs, I discreetly rubbed her nipples through the t-shirt. My senses were going nuts as I explored them; she seemed to have bigger nipples. Tasty stuff, I thought, but something was different with her nipples. Fuck, I just wanted to rip off that damned shirt and start sucking those things…I couldn’t wait to get her alone (or jump on her). A great concert up to that point, but I don’t think either one of us heard the concert after that moment. The kissing and groping went on throughout the remainder of the show. We were both excited about what had transpired; so, we decided to stay the night in the city. While waiting a long time for traffic to dissipate, we made out in the car. Finally, the traffic started to move but that meant we had to stop what we’re doing…that sucked because she had just made her intentions very clear by grabbing and stroking me through my jeans. We both wanted to continue, so we assured each other, we’d get back to it when we reached a hotel. We clearly had some things to finish.

We had a bit of a drive so we were doing some binge-listening to celebrate the concert. I was driving north on I-55 and the ice was broken, big time, when Dance Naked came through the speakers. She gave me a sultry grin, turned it up and said, “Rob, you’re getting some of this tonight” and she lifted her shirt. I was in four lanes of traffic and almost drove off the road…fortunately, no one was in the adjacent lane. I was startled (and impressed), but it didn’t faze her; she pulled her everything completely off and I had a closer look at those tits. Fuck, she must have 36 or 38″…Cs or even Ds! Fuck…I’d groped them all night; and they were gorgeous brazzers porno and perky…they had puffy or protruding nipples. They were amazing…I’d never seen puffy nipples like that…but I realized the high-beam or the hard nipple mystery was solved!

I really wanted to swerve off the road and enjoy my first puffies!!! Fuck, they looked like all kinds of fun.

I laughed, “Jules, we got a little further to drive…you’re gonna have to cover those…we’ll never make it.”

She wasn’t backing down and was more interested in escalating things…she said “What about this?” She leaned down to rub and stroke my crotch, picking up where she had left off; within seconds she had my pants down. I remember her watching intently as my cock popped out over the top of the pants. With a huge smile and even bigger eyes, she said “That’s sweet!”

Looking up at me “Fuck, it’s big…the biggest I’ve had!”

“Do you see a lot of cocks?”

“No, no, my ex’s just haven’t been big like this…and you’re only the second guy since high school.” I laughed and she immediately grabbed her phone and shot a photo. “Rob, I want to remember this!”

“Look” as she snapped a photo and turned the phone for me to look, “Look how photogenic you are.”

Still giddy and grinning, she threw the phone aside and asked, “Can you drive while I do this?” as she wrapped her lips around the tip and stroked me.

I replied, “Of course, I can drive with my cock in your hands…and mouth. Who couldn’t?”

I looked down at her as she ran her tongue all over my cock. At first, she focused all of her attention on the head. Layered with spit, she stroked it with her hand and started taking more and more into her mouth. I ran my hand through her beautiful curly hair.

“Fuck Jules! That’s fucking good” I moaned as she gradually took it deeper. She was tentative at first, but now she was nudging her throat and testing its limits with the cock.

While she sucked and throated me, I brushed that beautiful hair aside with my hand. I wanted to run my fingers through it and push her down harder, but I really couldn’t handle anymore…I needed to keep both hands on the wheel and drive. I opted to let her take care of the blowjob, since I was driving at 70 mph. She increased the pace a bit, taking me harder and deeper. As I closed-in on orgasm, I was approaching a light and having serious trouble flowing with the traffic. I breathed a sigh of relief when we came to a complete stop.

“Oh God! Here it comes!” I shot my load at the red light, pulsing a thick spray into her mouth.

As I filled her, she slowed down and swallowed every bit; she even managed to suck and milk it dry as we drove around the curve. I did my best to stay in my lane, while she used her tongue, over the entire length, to lick off any traces.

She sat up in the seat and looked at where we were. With cum glistening around her mouth, she said “What do you think about that timing?”

“Fucking amazing! You are fucking amazing!” She worked my cock all the way down Lake Shore Drive, an experience I’ll never forget.

Before I was able to reciprocate (or jump on her), we had to get to our hotel and park the car. It was around 1 a.m. and I parked in an isolated corner of a parking deck, where I felt there would be privacy. Though, the thought of a car pulling up at any moment, probably added to the passion and urgency of the sex. She laid back on the seat and I lunged on top to kiss her. “Its’ my turn now!” and I began exploring her body, fondling and devouring those gorgeous tits. I could finally have them…I’d been waiting and wanting to do this all night.

It didn’t take long before most of our clothes were on the floor and she had spread her legs as far as the front seat would allow. She looked into my eyes and asked “Will you do me with your tongue?”

I didn’t say a word; I just nodded and moved downward. As I got comfortable between her legs, I kissed her inner thighs. Her little slit was shiny with moistness; I buried my face in her pussy, stuck my tongue inside and started licking.

When I focused on her clit, she began to moan; I had her on the brink and begging for orgasm. I raised up to tease her clit with the tip of my cock, progressively working it in. I pushed her legs back, almost folding her in half, with her feet hitting the passenger door. All I could think about, at the time, was I need to fuck this woman and thank god for bench seats. She squealed as I drove it in, all the way. I just held it there so she could sense it filling her. She had been so impressed with the size, I wanted her to feel every inch…and I selfishly wanted to soak in that feeling of penetrating her for first-time.

“Ohh Shit! Rob, that feels good…now, you need to fuck me!”

I slowly began to thrust into her over and over, fucking her with every inch. Her moaning increased castingcouch-x porno in volume and she began to raise her ass off the seat to meet my strokes. I could feel her body stiffening and pushing against me.

She let me know, “That’s it…keep it like that…you’re gonna make me cum!” So, I furiously pumped till she finished and screamed, “Oh god, perfect…it’s long…it’s a long one…cumming!” As she began to calm, I backed off and gently stroked into her, filling her completely with each stroke…I could hear, and feel the wetness slosh around my cock.

Now, I was close, “Jules, I think I’m going to cum, again…I wanna cover you!” I pulled out and stroked it over her relaxed, deflated body

“Give it to me…I want a shower…I need it!”

I let loose with another load, the second within an hour, and it splashed up over her body…I couldn’t believe it; but with a frosting of cum, I made her gorgeous tits look even better. Those puffy nipples looked like exotic fruit sitting atop ice cream, and the cum was a topping. I was drawn to suck them clean, but I rubbed my finger through the jizz and spread it over those nipples. I let my finger circle her areola, exploring them and sensing every detail, with cum serving as a tool. I looked up to see this amazing woman watching me explore her breasts. I scooped up some and fed it to her. She eagerly licked her lips and thanked me with a big smile. “You’re a yummy boyfriend.”

I’m sure we were a sight, but we pulled our clothes back on and set out for the lobby. I pondered the boyfriend classification as we stumbled towards an elevator; that’s a term I had just barely considered. I remember thinking that it sounded right and I wanted to take things further with her…but I’m awful beat…probably think clearer after some sleep. We’ll see what tomorrow brings.

Fortunately, we didn’t have luggage to deal with…I was so spent, that I don’t think I could’ve carried it or even dealt with tipping a bellboy. I held her tight in the elevator and we helped each other up to the room. After all that had happened that evening, I felt a wave of warm relief as if I was home and things were perfect. We pulled off our clothes and collapsed onto the bed. I think we woke up in the very same position. That morning, I went down to the lobby and found some coffee and breakfast. After a little food, we took a shower together and went at it again…

In the shower, we soaped and washed each other. I cleaned her with probing fingers, gently rubbing soap over her breasts, and between her legs. I focused on her slit and tiny puckered ass. She moaned as I inserted fingers into her; she even got louder when I penetrated her ass. Yea, I mentally noted her reaction; it warranted future exploration. As the water washed over her body, I licked it from her tits she worshiped my manhood and ran her hands all over it.

It was sensuous the way she lathered and rinsed me and I asked, “What do you think…do you like it?”

“It looks tasty…I love it…I really love it…your balls are heavy & full…your cock is hot and alive to me. I think I’m beginning to understand what it does for me and why it feels good.” She laughed and squeezed it, “and…I think I need a lot more pictures.”

As we finished washing each other, I sat on the bench in the shower and pulled her onto my lap. I chowed on her titties, while she rode me. With tits like those, her position was perfect. Again, neither of us wanted to stop, but she squealed, “Let’s use the mirror…it’ll be fun!”

A great idea…I bent her over the sink and fucked her from behind; we both liked it because we could watch it all, in the mirror. She was breathtaking to watch and I reached around to cup her breasts with my hands. I held her tight and pulled her into me, harder and harder.

Enamored with the view, “Shit, you are a beautiful man when you’re fucking me.”

I smiled & replied, “Jules, I think we’re beautiful together…but you are gorgeous.” She flashed me with a blushing smile.

Turned on by her voyeurism, I decided to make things last and perform for her. I, repeatedly, took her to the brink. I fucked her hard, slapping her ass with my pubes, right to the edge of orgasm. When I sensed she was close, I pulled out and kissed her for a while. Then I moved down to suck and explore her breasts till she begged me for it, again.

We moved out to the bed, where she laid back and wrapped her legs around me; I kissed her and stroked my cock over the top of her clit. Her clit was hard and swollen as I passed over it, again and again. I really wanted to suck her so I flipped around and nibbled, while she guided me to her mouth. She grabbed me and pushed me as deep as she could handle. We both pumped our hips into each other, she rode my tongue and I pumped into her face. Prolonging orgasm was no longer possible; she was too close…it clips4sale porno was time. I flipped back around, plunged it deep and wildly fucked her till she started gripping me tighter. I shoved it as deep as I could and held it in her, pushing and pulsing against her cervix. “Rob push harder, harder…I’m cumming! Push hard…that’s it…that’s it!”

Once she finished, I spread her legs as wide as they would go and fucked her deeply for a long time. I established a distinct pace and just kept going. “Oh god, that feels so good…keep it up. Keep fucking me.”

It felt so good to fuck her this way…long, hard and thorough. I shoved pillows under her to raise her ass off the bed; and I was able to put even more force behind my strokes. I wanted her to feel every inch of me, sliding through those lips and filling her. Each of my strokes ended with a loud slap and her body shuddering from the impact. Finally, I reached my limit and pulled out.

“That’s it jerk it for me! Cum for me, honey…cum on me…love your cum!”

I stroked my cock over her; it was wet from her pussy and it felt really good to run my hand over it…I was in need of a release. I grunted and sprayed out a load over her belly. Relaxed now, I slowed my strokes and squeezed a long strand from the tip. Still panting a little, I fell onto the bed next to her and held her tightly. I felt the warmth of her body against mine…I brushed the curls from her face and kissed her. “Do you really want to go home?”

“No, Rob, I want this to last.”

“Well, I have an option…let’s spend another night. We can do cool Chicago-things today and have a wonderful dinner this evening. I know an Italian place a few blocks away, I think, and I want to take you to breakfast. We can go to breakfast tomorrow morning! What do you think?”

I smile a little, “Maybe a late breakfast?”

She lit up with “I want that…it sounds perfect! I get to spend more time with you.”

“Done…that’s the plan.”

I got us booked for another night and she met me by the concierge. We grabbed another coffee and headed out. It turned out to be one of those gorgeous, warm breezy days in midsummer. We had a wonderful alfresco lunch, just off Michigan Avenue. We spent the afternoon checking out an art museum and walking along the lake.

At the restaurant, we got a cozy little table, perfect for an intimate dinner, and a little PDA. From my observations, PDA seemed to be on the menu…some places are just meant for romantic dinners. I was so glad I remembered this place. There was some lingering over dinner, because we really didn’t want to leave…we were having a great time. We passed on desert and opted for an after-dinner drink; I had a negroni and she had a martini for the first time. I remember toasting to a wonderful day together and getting to know each other.

When we walked into our room, we were struck by the view; our window overlooked the city and all the lights. We certainly weren’t in any condition to notice last night. So, arm in arm, we went over to check it out. I, of course, started to discuss the buildings we could see. A hot woman and architecture…a perfect combination in my mind. Julie enjoyed it though…that’s what counts.

“Rob, this weekend has been amazing! It has been a transition for me. You have taken me from college girl to a woman. I know that sounds melodramatic and goofy, but it’s true. It’s the first time I have ever felt this kind of maturity or comfort as a woman. We had a storybook-date in Downtown Chicago and I had my first martini.

“And you liked it…I’d have to say I was impressed. Martinis fall under those drinks that appeal to an acquired-taste.”

“I have never enjoyed sex like this…in the front seat…in the bathroom.”

“I really don’t want to go home; I want this all to continue. This will sound high school but…I want to call you my boyfriend…can I?”

“Julie, I was apprehensive and excited last night when you called me “boyfriend”, but tonight, after spending the day with you, I’m ecstatic about being your boyfriend.”

She threw her arms around me and started to kiss me, deeply. We fell onto the bed and rolled around, caressing, groping and kissing. After a while, she broke from my lips to say, “I want you…I want to be naked with you, again!”

We didn’t waste any time and stripped each other. Completely naked, we made out in front of the window and that amazing view.

Facing the city, I had her lean over and support herself with the big chair by the window. I sat on the floor, between her and the seat. As I hoped, I found myself looking into her little muff and she could look out over the city. I spread my mouth over her pussy and kissed it; I sucked at it and ran my tongue over the labia. As her wetness increased, I brushed my tongue through her to lick up the wetness and suck out the juices. I wanted it all and I pushed my face into her; I slid my hands behind her ass and pulled her into my face. Again, her tiny moans got louder and more frequent. She told me to keep it up. I began to work her clit and pump a couple fingers into her; I pulled them forward to stroke her g-spot, which elicited an immediate reaction.

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This picks up where Chapter 14 left off

When we got to my townhouse, she wrapped the small blanket around her body. The residue covering her was beginning to crust and crack. The blanket barely wrapped around her curves and stretched from her erect nipples to the middle of her ass. It was a sight to behold. We walked briskly up the walkway and into the entry to my home. She stepped through the door of my home and froze, unsure of how she’d gotten to this place in her life or what to do next.

I motioned to her. “Come on back here. I’ll show you where the shower is.”

“But…but…I have nothing to wear,” she said meekly.

“I’ll lay something out for you, okay?” She nodded and followed me down the hallway.

*****

The warm rush of water felt good flowing across her body. She could wash off the flakes of dried ejaculate the group of men had gifted her with, but she couldn’t wash away the memory. Or the feeling.

So many men! So many erect penises! All desiring me! Wanting me! And I wanting them! How can that be?! I…I…I’m not that type of girl…am I? No! It’s impossible! But I…I…did I actually enjoy that? How many orgasms did I have? I know I have an infatuation for Mark’s…member. He always says I have an infatuation for all male members. Could he be right? That’s impossible! Today was…was…an aberration. A moment of weakness. Yes, that’s it!

I changed into a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt, then rifled through my closet looking for something that she would wear and something I would enjoy her wearing. I finally settled on a white button down dress shirt. I was tall enough that I thought the length, while more than likely making her a little uncomfortable, would appease both of us. I laid the shirt on the bed and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Hey, Katherine,” I said when I peeked my head through the door. She squeaked at the sudden appearance of my words. I saw the curve of her luscious body and her attempt to cover herself through the condensation on the long, plexiglass door of the shower. Yum!

“Y-y-yes?”

“Need any help in there?” I chuckled.

“No, I most certainly do not!”

“Kidding! I’m kidding. I laid something for you to wear out on the bed. I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

“T-t-thank you. Thank you very much.” I took one last long look at the silhouette in the shower before I closed the door.

*****

30 minutes later she walked hesitantly into the living room. My jaw visibly dropped. That shirt had never looked so good! The lowest curve of the shirt fell mid-thigh. The sleeves were rolled up her arms. She had the buttons undone well into her cleavage. Her dark pink areolas and erect nipples were quite plain to see.

She looked down at herself. “This…this is all you have? You don’t own any robes or the like?”

I laughed. “Do I look like someone who would wear a robe?”

“Yes, I suppose that’s true.” I was pretty sure I should’ve been offended at that comment. But seeing her there in that shirt forgave her. “So, how shall we handle tomorrow? I certainly can’t go to work wearing this.”

“Why not?” She frowned at me while I laughed. “Right, right. I think the best thing to do is you call in and say you’re going to be late and I’ll just call in sick. We’ll go do some shopping and I’ll take you back to your car.”

“How can I go shopping? I can’t wear this!”

“We’ll throw a belt around it and you can call it a mini dress.”

Her hands balled into fists and her jaw clenched. “Fine,” she huffed.

“Can I get you something to eat or drink?”

“No, thank you. I’ve had a very long day.” Yeah, you have! “I think I’m going to retire. Thank you for your kindness and hospitality.”

I waved a dismissive hand at her. “No problem! Don’t worry about it. Hey, listen, I should warn you, sometimes when I’m stressed or super tired, I might sleep walk.” I’ve never sleep walked in my life.

Her hand went to her mouth. “Oh my goodness! Is there something I should do if you do that tonight?”

“Well, you know, uh, never wake a sleepwalker unless you absolutely have to. And, you know, if, um, you hear the front door open, don’t let me wander the streets like a zombie. Ha ha!”

“Oh my gosh! Yes, I’ll do my best.”

“But I hardly ever do that, so it shouldn’t be a problem. Well, good night, Katherine. If you need anything, just let me know. I’ll be out here. On my couch.”

“Yes, yes. Thank you. Good night.”

Of course, later that night I felt the need to sleepwalk. I stripped naked and, doing my best zombie walk, stumbled into my bedroom with my thick, hard pole leading the way.

Katherine felt a presence and opened her eyes. It took a second for her to focus on the dark shadow inches from her face. She gasped when she realized I was standing next to the bed and it was her object of infatuation that was pointing at her.

“Mark! What are you doing?!” she bagros porno bellowed. She could see from the moonlight shining through the drapes I had a slight grin on my face and my eyes were closed. Oh my goodness! I wonder if he’s sleepwalking?!

“C’mon, Jenny, you know you want to,” I mumbled.

Jenny? Does he think I’m Jenny? “Uh, do what exactly, Mark?”

“You know you want to give me a blow job.” I wanted to see the look on her face so badly! But I kept my eyes closed.

She gasped. “No! No I don’t. Now…now…go back to, uh, bed.” My God! It looks even bigger in the dark!

“C’mon, Jenny, you know you want to. You love sucking my dick. I’ll…I’ll go back to bed as soon as you finish,” I said in a low, monotone voice.

Katherine licked her lips without even thinking about it. She felt her body getting warm. My God it looks delicious! One session of oral pleasure. What’s it going to hurt? He thinks it’s Jenny. He wouldn’t even know it was me! And I’d be helping him get back to sleep. That poor man! Yes, it would be cruel to deny him in this state. “Okay. But just a quick one. Then you’ll go back to bed, okay?”

I couldn’t stop the grin crossing my face. I slowly nodded my head. “Mmmmm hmmmmm.”

She threw the covers off and sat up on the edge of the bed. I cracked my eyes open just enough to see she had taken the shirt off and was completely naked. Oh yeah, that’ll help speed things up! She slowly raised her hand. I grunted when her warm, soft fingers wrapped themselves around my already throbbing shaft. I felt her hot breath rush across the bulbous head. I felt it pass her lips and warm moisture surround more and more of the shaft. I couldn’t help but grunt again when her lips clamped down on me.

She quickly went to work. It was an odd sensation for both of us not to have my hands stuck to the back of her head or mauling her magnificent globes. I fought every natural urge I had to stand there, zombie like, silent and unemotional. The only sound in the bedroom was the sound of her playing my skin flute.

She felt the temperature of her body rise. The moisture between her legs began to leave a stain on the satin sheets. My God! Am I becoming that aroused at simply orally pleasing this man?! How can that be?! This isn’t how I was raised! I don’t even become this aroused when Darren and I are having intercourse!

She couldn’t help herself. She squeaked when her hand slipped between her legs and flicked at her raised clit. She slowly rubbed and pinched herself while her head bobbed.

I couldn’t hold back the jerk and groan when I slipped into her throat. The pace of her head as well as her hand quickened. My balls slapped against her chin. I cracked my eyes open just enough to see the top of her head move to and fro. I could tell by the angle of her arm where her hand was. It was all I could take.

The explosion in her mouth caught Katherine completely by surprise. She had become used to some kind of warning and demand. We were both shocked at how still my body stayed while I gushed down the back of her throat. The suddenness of it caused her to initially cough and gag, spitting cum and saliva down my shaft and into my groin.

She finally pulled her face away and swiped her forearm across her chin. Much to my surprise, she pointed my mast skyward and dove her face in, licking me from ball sack to tip and licking me clean.

She finally pulled back and looked into my still face. “How as that?”

Without any movement, I whispered, “That was good.”

That was good?! “Good. Now, go back to bed.”

I nodded my head slightly. “I’ll go back to bed.” I turned and walked away. But, instead of walking towards the door, I turned and walked around the end of the bed.

“Where are you going, Mark?”

“Back to bed,” I slurred. I pulled back the sheets on the opposite side of Katherine and methodically climbed into bed.

“Wha-wha-what are you doing?” Katherine asked with alarm.

“Going back to bed,” I muttered as I threw the sheets over me and rolled over.

“B-b-but, you were sleeping on the couch!”

“Mmmmmm, I’m going back to bed,” I said dreamily.

Katherine huffed. He’s asleep. He won’t cause any trouble. It is his bed after all. Katherine convinced herself it would be fine. She fell back into the warmth of the pillowtop cushion and pulled the covers back over herself.

She had no sooner done that when I rolled over. She froze when I pressed against her and wrapped my arm around her.

Don’t wake a sleepwalker unless you absolutely have to. “Mark! What are you doing?!” she whispered.

“Mmmmmm, that was nice,” I whispered in her ear. “Not as good as Katherine, but it was nice.”

Not as good as Katherine?! Her heart skipped a beat. I’m better than Jenny! Ha! Wait! Should I be proud of the fact he says I satisfy him orally better than Jenny? She paused. This is nice. His big, strong body bangbus porno wrapped around me. Darren never does this. It feels…good. My lean, muscular body reminded her she still had a scratch to itch. She slowly slid her hand down her body. She bit her lip and whimpered when she went back to work on her soaked slit. “So…so…mmmmmm…why…why is Katherine…mmmmmm…better?”

I nuzzled into her neck. “Mmmmmm…Katherine loves sucking cock,” I moaned. This conversation was getting me hard again already. Plus, I knew she was pleasuring herself. Katherine. Pleasuring herself. That wasn’t helping any. I pulled myself in tighter. “She’s a cock loving slut,” I said quietly.

She felt my fresh wood against her back. “But…but…what makes me…her! What makes, uh, Kathhhhhh-erine better than…than mmmmmme?”

“Mmmmmm, she sucks on it so harrrrrd. Mmmm hmmmm. And her throat is…is so tight. Just like her pussy, mmmm hmmmmm.”

Katherine’s heart was pounding. Her body was burning up. Ohmagawd! I’m going crazy! I was just gangbanged yet I still want more! Why am I pleasuring myself when I have this huge, stiff cock ri…(gasp) I said it again! But…but…it’s true! I have this huge cock right here! Ohmagawd! Is it true? Is it true I’m a cock loving slut?! I…I can’t help it! His big, beautiful cock is right here! I can’t help it! Katherine slowly rolled over in my arms until her fleshy pillows were pressing into me and her face was almost touching mine. I felt her hand on my shoulder.

“Mark, can you roll onto your back, please?”

“Mmmmmm oooookay,” I exhaled while she pushed me onto my back. Where’s she going with this?

She slowly pulled the covers back until my monument was revealed. “My God he has a beautiful cock,” she moaned. Holy shit! Did she just say that out loud?! “Mark, are you still asleep?”

I barely nodded my head. “Mmmmm hmmmm. I went back to bed.”

“You’re dreaming. This is all a dream,” she said softly.

I nodded my head again. “Mmmmmmmm.”

My eyes nearly flew open when I felt her hand wrap around my staff. She stared at it while she slowly stroked it. Am I really going to do this? I felt the bed adjust when she lifted herself up. I felt her swing her leg over me.

No way! I thought.

She grabbed my joystick again. I her weight shifted. I felt her heat hover over me. Holy shit! She’s gonna fuck me while she thinks I’m sleeping! That horny bitch! Her hot, swollen lips touched my purple tip.

Am I really going to do this? “You’re…you’re just dreaming, Mark.”

“Mmmmmmmm,” I hummed quietly.

She bit her lip. My bulbous head slipped through her velvety folds. She quietly moaned the entire slide down my pole until she softly landed in my lap.

“Ohmagawd, that feels amazing,” she moaned. She leaned over. I felt both hands land on either side of me. Her hips began to rise and fall. “You’re dreaming, Mark. You’re dreaming you’re having inter…sex with Jenny,” she murmured softly.

I played along. “Mmmmmm, Jenny,” I whispered while I attempted to lay perfectly still.

Her grinds were quickly became more aggressive. Her muscles were squeezing me. I could feel them starting to quiver. “M-m-mark…can…can you…mmmmmmm…can you hear me?” she stuttered. I stayed silent. “Go-o o-od mmmmmm.” Her muscles throbbed harder around my tool. “Your…your penis…who…who ammmmm I kidding?” She squeezed harder. “Your…your cock! Your cock feels amazing mmmmmm! I…I…I’m totally mmmmm…totally infatuated with it. I…I…oh God! Inter…intercourse…s-s-s-sex…has…has…my God! Has never felt like this! I…I can’t stop thinking about it! I…I…mmmmmm…I can’t stop thinking about have…have…having intercourse…fucking! I can’t…can’t…ohmagawd! I can’t stop thinking about you fucking me with…with your huge…fat…cock! It…it…ohmagawd…it feels amazing! Oh…oh…ggggaaaahhhhhh!”

Her body vibrated around the object of her desire. It was a feeling unlike I’d ever felt before. I mean, I’ve participated in a little light bondage where my arms were tied down. But I’ve never tried so hard to lay perfectly still while a woman is spasming on top of me.

Katherine bit her lip and clenched her jaw. Her entire body was on fire. She’d never experienced an orgasm like this one. On one hand, she felt completely in control of her own satisfaction. On the other hand, she had to control her body like never before.

Just when she thought she was going to lose control, her tremors began to settle. Now she could feel me throbbing inside of her. I can’t leave him like this. That would be cruel. Her grinding slowed but her grip tightened like a vise grip around me. “Mark, are you about to orga…cum? Hmmmm. Are you about to cum? Come on, give it to me. I want you to cum, Mark. I want to feel you cum inside of me,” she purred.

The whole episode had me ready to blow as it was. Her talking like that beurette tour porno without any encouragement from me sent me over the edge. I concentrated hard on laying as still as possible. But a quiet “hughhhaaahhh!” slipped out.

She felt me pulse inside her. Each pulse sent a fresh shot of spunk. “Oooooo yeah, that’s it. Give it to me. Give me your cum,” she panted.

The throbbing and spurting inside her finally ceased. I had succeeded. The only thing she noticed different about me was my chest was slightly heaving, but that was to be expected. I felt the bed shift when she stealthily rolled off of me and onto the floor. My pole was still standing at attention. It glistened with her juices in the dim moonlight.

My God, look at him! He’s still erect! She carefully pulled the covers back over me. I heard the pitter patter of her feet and then the bathroom door close.

For the first time, a wicked smile crossed my face while I took in what just happened. Well, that was unexpected! And fun! Hmmmmm, how can I use this? I’ll definitely have to store this one away in the ol’ memory bank. It might come in useful someday. But, for now, I’ll play along as if I was sleeping.

Katherine sat in the bathroom contemplating her actions, almost in a panic. What did I just do?! Was that really me?! Maybe it was a dream? Maybe this has all been a dream? That couldn’t have possibly been me! But it was! Oh my God! What have I done?! What if…what if Mark finds out?! Calm down. Calm down. He was asleep. He thinks he was having a dream about Jenny. He was fast asleep! Just act like it never happened. But…but…it was amazing! Oh my God, it was amazing! But…but it can never happen again.

I closed my eyes when the bathroom light shut off. I heard the creak of the door, then felt the bed shift when she climbed back in. We both fell asleep with our bodies still tingling from what just happened.

I woke up that morning squinting with the sunlight streaming in through the gap in the curtains. I was still lying on my back. I was shocked to find Katherine’s head lying on my chest with her arm wrapped around my side. My stirring must have awoken her because not long after body began to show signs of life.

The sunlight caused Katherine to squint as well. It took a bit for her to get her bearings straight. Memories quickly began to flood her mind. Her entire body ached from the attention it had received at the theater. Then she remembered. She wasn’t at home in her own bed. This wasn’t her husband Darren lying underneath her head.

She sprang off of me like I was an electric fence. “Mr…Mr…Mark! What…what…what are you doing?!” she screeched.

I chuckled at her response to finding herself in my arms. “What am I doing? You were on top of me. I should be asking you that.”

Her jaw dropped. I literally watched her heart stop beating. Oh my God! He knows! “I…I…I most certainly was not on top of you last night! You…you must have been dreaming!”

I smiled. “Who’s talking about last night? Just now. Your head was on my chest. You were on top of me, not the other way around. I should be asking you want you were doing.” I own this bitch.

Calm down, Katherine! He was asleep! He doesn’t remember a thing! Don’t blow it! “Oh! Yes. Well. I apologize.”

I waved my hand at her. “Nah, it’s fine, don’t sweat it. You could be yelling at me for a lot worse things.” I looked around. “The better question is, what am I doing in here? I know I started out on the couch.”

“Oh! Yes. You were sleepwalking last night and then, um, you, uh, you came to bed.” Right after you stuck that big, beautiful…cock…in my face!

“Oh. Geez. Sorry about that.” The fuck I am!

She shrugged her shoulders. “Well, it is your bed. You were a perfect, um, gentleman.”

A crooked grin crossed my face. “Oh, that’s good. Did you sleep alright?” You naughty girl.

Her face flushed. “Oh! Yes. I, uh, I slept quite well, thank you. Your bed is, um, very, um, comfortable.” We sat there for an awkward moment, knowing neither one of us slept much last night. “Well, if you don’t mind, I’m going to take a shower. After that, would you mind taking me somewhere where I can purchase some new clothing?”

“Absolutely! Get yourself cleaned up and we’ll go.”

*****

I couldn’t help but watch Katherine’s heart-shaped ass as we entered the mall. We had done exactly walked talked about the previous night. We threw a belt around her waist and called my dress shirt a mini dress. And mini it was! Holy shit! She had the top buttons unbuttoned so there was plenty of cleavage. And the longest curves of the shirt dipped to mid-thigh. I had a hard on from the minute I first saw her in it.

Being a weekday morning, there wasn’t much of a crowd. As we strolled through the mall, past the mall walkers and the few shoppers, I leaned into Katherine and said, “I gotta tell you, Katherine, you look hot as fuck in that shirt.”

She gasped. “Mark! Language. Please. We’re in public. Please show some decorum.”

“Fine. You look, um, incredibly attractive in that shirt.”

“Thank you. I feel naked. Only wearing this shirt. With no under garments. I feel naked.”

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This was my first trip to Bombay. As it was know then in the year 1963(now its mumbai). I had never seen the sea before. All my life I had lived in Delhi. I was a 27-year-old IAS officer. I was not married. Even though I had many relationships and had been with a number of women. I never committed to anyone. I liked my freedom. I had arrived in Bombay for a short vacation. It was a city, which had always fascinated. I was staying in a government guesthouse at versova. I was the only guest there at that time. There was only one keeper who looked after the guesthouse. His name was narayan.

Versova is a place along the Bombay coastline. In 1963 it was hardly inhabited by anyone except the

Kholi’s (fisherman). Most of the fisherman stayed in versova village but some had their huts at edge of the beach.

It was a Friday, I had a early dinner. There wasn’t much to do. So I decided to take a walk on the beach. It was beautiful full moon night. The beach was only at a 10 minutes walking distance from the guesthouse. As I was walking on the beach I heard a moaning sound coming from somewhere. I looked around the beach. At not a very far distance away in the front I saw a small hut. It was dimly lit. From this distance I could only make out two silhouettes. My curiosity got the better of me. I decided to find out what was going in there. I softly tiptoed towards the hut. I didn’t want who ever were in the hut to know that I was present there. As I got closer the moaning became louder. The people in the hut were under the impression that they were the only ones in the area and didn’t make an effort to keep their voices down. I found a perfect hole in the wall of the hut that gave me a clear view inside. As peeked through, I saw a girl sitting on the lap of a guy. The guy was completely naked. The girl was wearing a Kholi dress (like the one Dimple wore in a song in Bobby). She would be 20 or 21 year old. The guy looked a little older than that. She was the most beautiful creature I had seen. She had a round face with big bright sparking brown eyes. Her body was voluptuous. She had big breast that her blouse was having a hard time to contain.

She was sitting on the guy’s lap and his hands were on her breast. He was squeezing them hard. Scrambling them around. Her blouse eventually gave up and her beautiful boobs came out. They were quite big in size and had really dark nipples. As her breast came out the guy hungrily dug his face into them. Her moans increased and become much louder. This man was very violent in handling her. He got up and shoved his enormous dick into her mouth. She was having a hard time swallowing it but he caught her head and kept pushing it back and forth. I had a very hard erection myself. I was shaking my cock desperately. I wanted to cum when he cum her mouth. Both our intensities were increasing. It was a thrilling experience. As I started to cum I looked up and saw her mouth flooding up.

After loading her up he pushed her on the cot nearby. He started to remove her dhoti like thing, from her waist below. Now she was completely nude. She had a really big ass. I couldn’t get a look at her pussy. But I was sure it must be terrific. He again violently shoved his dick into her pussy. He was ramming her at a very fast pace. Her moans were loudest anime porno now. After having rammed her for 10 minutes he finally came and collapsed on top her. I couldn’t take this anymore and left without drawing any attention.

In the night lying on the bed I couldn’t think of anything else. The picture of her beautiful naked body kept flashing in front of my eyes all night. Those beautiful breasts, that enormous ass kept me up all night. I had to relieve myself more than five times. As dawn was breaking I had made up my mind. I am going to have her for myself, come what may.

While having my morning tea I spoke to guesthouse keeper. His name was narayan. He was a local and had been living in the area for more than thirty years. I was sure that if anyone could help me it was only he. After narrating him the whole episode and I told him my desire. He immediately refused and advised me to forget about her. He said “sahib, you don’t know these kholi folks. If he even comes to know you have your eye on his women, he will kill you” at this point I didn’t care I was overcome by the lust for this kholi girl. I told narayan that I was ready to do anything and ready to pay any price for one night with her. Narayan pondered over this for a while and suddenly out of no where shouted “Gold”. I asked what he meant. He said “sahib, these kholi women love gold, they cant get enough of it. If we make a really generous offer than maybe she might agree” I was really thrilled to hear that and told him I was ready to buy her as much gold she would want. Narayan further added that today being a Friday the men must have gone to sea to catch fish and would return in a day or two. So if we had to make our move it would have to be today.

I was sitting on the beach at a distance of 500 meters from the hut that I had visited last night. It has been half n hour since narayan went inside the hut. For the first ten minutes I heard loud angry noises. I was scared that she might not agree. But the last twenty minutes had been quite.

Narayan came out of the hut with a big smile on his face. My hopes were suddenly raised. “She has agreed!” narayan said coming near me. My excitement didn’t know any bounds. “She wants gold jewelry worth RS. 3,000 before hand and only then she will spend one night with you” narayan said laying down her terms. But nothing mattered. I didn’t care for money I just wanted her. I agreed to all the terms and asked him to call her out. He shouted out loud her name “Meena”. Ahhh sweet Meena tonight you will be mine.

She looked even more beautiful in the morning. Her brown eyes were still sparkling and her wheatish complexion was glowing in the afternoon sun. Her hairs were neatly tied at the back and she was wearing a kholi dress like last night. The mangalsutra around her neck confirmed that she was married. She had a large red tikka on her forehead. She didn’t look at me and kept her eyes on the ground. I wanted to run over and take her in my arms at that moment. The moment I had been waiting since last night would arrive very soon. The three of us started walking away from the beach.

I was sitting on the sofa in the drawing room at the guesthouse. Narayan was out in veranda drinking a bottle of whisky that I gave him for his service asyalı porno plus a note of RS.500. Meena was in the kitchen preparing fish for dinner. She had bought gold jewelry worth RS.3800 in a three hour shopping spree. I didn’t mind because the only thing I wanted was she and very soon I was going to have her. She served dinner. It was some type of masala fish that went down very with a bottle of scotch that I had been saving for a special occasion. She stood at a corner staring down at the floor. I couldn’t wait any longer. I asked her to sit besides me. She moved forward slowly and sat down besides me like a obedient servant. We couldn’t talk much with each other. I didn’t know her local language and she could only manage a few broken words of Hindi.

As time passed I could felt she was getting more relaxed. I put my arm around her shoulder. Surprised and she shook with fright. I slowly clamed her down and with a little persuasion made her head rest on my shoulders. I moved my hands on her choli. It had a very soft feeling to it. I took one breast in my hand and squeezed it softly. She let out a soft moan. Then I moved my hand on her bare stomach. I put my middle finger in her belly. She was shivering. With my other hand I pushed her chin up and this was the first time our eyes met. Our lips met. She was a hesitant and didn’t open her mouth. But after the initial struggle with herself she gave up. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths passionately. It was time to move all this in the bedroom. I held her hand and lead us to the bedroom.

She was standing in front of me in the brightly lit room (I didn’t turn of the light because I wanted to see her naked). It was time to unwrap the present I had bought for myself. I undid her choli first. Her huge breasts popped out. Her breasts were soft as butter and I pressed them in all possible ways. I started to suck on her erect and dark nipples. I licked cleaned both her breast and bite them then I released her of her doti. Now this beautiful goddess was standing totally naked in front of me. She didn’t have a very thick bush and cunt was quite visible. Her clit walls were thick. The fragrance from her pussy was quite misty. I rolled my tongue against her tick clit walls. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh it was like an electric shocked passed all over my body. There I was sucking the pussy of the girl of my dream. I probed my tongue deeper in her womanhood. I could taste her salty cum. I let my tongue explore her for more than 10 minutes. She was very close to an orgasm. I changed strategy and pushed two fingers in her hot pussy. My fingers were squeaking through her pussy. She was shouting out loud like a crazy bitch. She came. The palm of my hand was full of her vaginal juices. I smelled her juice. The fragrance was intoxicating.

I took of my clothes and sat on the edge of the bed. I saw she was admiring my cock like a hungry beast. Boy! Was she in for a treat. I carefully guided her head to my cock. She gobbled up the bastard like kids eat candy. She sucked my cock cleaned with her tongue. I wanted to face fuck her. I started trust my dick in and out of her mouth. My cock was on fire. Later she swallowed both my balls. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! MAN THE ECTASY!!!!. Now my cock was really on fire and only her backroom casting porno pussy juice could put if off. After kissing passionately for 5 minutes I very lovingly laid her on the bed. I brushed my purple knob against her pussy. She was breathing very heavily that time. It was time, with full force I pushed myself in her. She let out a very loud cry. I started with rhythmic motions. My balls were banging against her butt checks. Slowly and steadily I increased my speed. The decimal level of her moans matched my speed. Now I was fucking her with full force. I was about to cum.

SPLASHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

We both came at the same time. I laid there on top of her with my dick still in her pussy for more than half n hour.

It looked at the watch it was 3 am. I devilish planned started to develop in my mind. I asked her to dress up and I put on my clothes. I was going to fulfill a long-standing fantasy to mine. I grabbed her hand and we left the guesthouse.

We were standing in front of the sea. The sand beneath our feet was quite cold. The cool breeze hitting my body was making me really horny. We started to fool around. This time I opened her choli and dhoti with my teeth. After some initial licking and sucking I was eager to get down to some serious buiness. I saw some big stones at the edge of the beach. I asked her to bend on one of the stones. Now her ass was facing me. In the moon lithe night her ass looked very desirable to me. I slowly started to squeeze and play around with her butt checks. I pulled them apart. There it was! Her ass-hole was shining in the moonlight. I put my finger in it and teased it. I took my face closer to it. The smell from it almost gave me an orgasm. I put my tongue in it and stared to suck it. Meena started to moan again. Her moans were driving me mad. I wanted to BANG HER! I got up furiously and just shoved my 8′ inch cock in A-hole. To my surprise, my dick slid inside quite comfortably.

This showed that she was not an ass virgin and must have got her ass fucked at lot of times. It started to bang her really hard. Her moans very were getting very loud. The cold sea wind was hitting our bodies. All this was driving me to the peak of my ecstasy. I stared to ram her even harder. I came with full force in her ass. We both lay naked on the beach embroiled in our sweat and love juice’s till dawn started to break. She started to dress but I didn’t let her. I told her that we are walking back to the guesthouse butt naked! She was reluctant in the start but I forced her into it. As we left the beach the cool sea breeze was blowing even more fiercely and hitting our naked backs hard.

It was a cool morning. Our naked bodies throbbing against each other as we raced towards the guesthouse. To our luck there wasn’t a single soul in sight. We reached the guesthouse. Narayan was still fast asleep in the veranda. I took her into my room and we cuddled our naked bodies together and slept in each other’s arms.

I got up and looked at the clock. It was 10:00 am. Meena was standing in front of mirror. All dressed up and ready to go. She had the bocks of jewelry that I had bought for her in her hands. God I wished she didn’t have to go now or ever go away. I looked into her eyes. Maybe some part in her also wanted to stay. But we both knew it would never work out. She gave me a smile and left.

I have never seen or heard from that kholi girl again. Even now when I remember that night in the summer of 1963 the hair on my body stand up.

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Grayson leaned back in his chair, his boots hooked casually over the opposite seat in lieu of any company. In fact, his whole corner of the bar was rather vacant. He felt comfortable enough for that, with a huge serving of roasted meat at his elbow and a glass of wine settled down in his palm. It was a good inn, for all the reputation of the city’s quarter down by the docks.

The light was low, greasy smoke from the lanterns curling about the rafters above. In his quiet corner, the dimness and the wine were making a valiant attempt at putting Grayson to sleep. He rubbed his chin, a day or two’s growth of his beard spread there. He thought about shaving that very night- there would be precious little time in the morning- but it seemed too much effort. Besides, the next day he would be out on the sea again among men of the water, and shaved or not would matter very little.

He pulled a hunk of meat off the platter beside him, savoring the dark juices that rolled down his throat with it. Better fare than he’d had in weeks. The open waters were not conducive to fancy meals, unless one was a fan of fish. After thirteen years, Grayson wasn’t.

His boots were making small movements to get him on his feet again and to a room before he drank too much when the scream rang out. Grayson came to his feet with a cat-like grace despite the wine behind him. The innkeeper behind the counter was already scrabbling up the stairs to the second floor where the rooms were. Grayson took a quick look around and saw most men had gone back to their food or women already. He cursed and took a few quick strides towards the counter, grabbing the scribe that was tallying the night’s profits. The bartender was a big man, mostly around the middle, but if two men were to give him a problem, he’d awake with a good concussion and little else for his trouble.

“What’re you waiting for?” Grayson snapped, grabbing the small scribe by the collar and half dragging him over the counter.

The scribe yelped. “That old Bathemewl can handle ‘imself!”

Grayson tossed the man towards the stairs, coming up behind him just as quickly. “And if he doesn’t, you’re out of a job. Let’s go.”

When the two of them reached the second floor, the innkeeper was in action already. Seeing Grayson and the scribe, he paused with a fist pounding one of the room doors. “Ye here to help or to watch?”

A small, more strangled scream came from somewhere down the hall. The three of them took off down the hallway, forgetting the rest of the rooms. There must have been twenty or more along the deep hallway. Grayson cursed.

“You got more keys?” he asked. The innkeeper threw him another ring thick with them.

“Get to work.”

Together, with the scribe shivering a good ten feet away or more, they pounded the doors of each room. The ones that weren’t answered were forced open with the keys. Most were empty, but neither Grayson nor the innkeep were easily embarrassed when they weren’t. Grayson was at his fourth door, flipping through the keys for the number thirteen. He’d knocked harder on of the doors than he cared to think about, and his fist was starting to get sore. He found the key he was looking for and punched it into the lock, the tumblers rattling as they swung open for him.

As he grabbed the knob and threw it open, he nearly smacked the girl hovering near behind it. Grayson got brief glimpse of the girl: brown hair, almost light enough to be blonde with wet, full lips in a nearly transparent shift. He had to blink once to get himself away from the image when he heard the innkeeper yell.

Down the hall, the portly man had another man, a scraggly fellow by the looks of it and barley bigger than the scribe, by the ear. A whore behind him, her shift half torn off her shoulders and just held up by her huge breasts, smacked the man repeatedly with a fan. She shrieked obscenities.

“Easy, girl!” Bathemewl bellowed. “’E’s not coming in my place again.”

After a moment or two, the woman retreated to her room. The innkeeper came stumbling by Grayson with the offender still pulled up by the ear. “I hate these types,” he growled. “Ye got those keys I gave ye?”

Grayson nodded shortly, tossing the ring to him. He pulled the door behind him mostly closed.

“Good.” The man grunted, and then hit the trembling man beside him with a walloping blow. “Keep still! Hey, if ye need a place to stay tonight, consider one o’ me rooms open for a discount.”

“Thanks.”

The man nodded and dragged his package onward and down the stairs. The scribe, after a frightened look over his shoulder, escaped downwards after them.

Grayson nodded slowly big ass porno to himself and then turned to look over his shoulder. The door still sat open barely a crack. Thoughts of the girl, her straight, defiant poise. Being out at sea for so long, trapped with men; it could do strange things to a man’s desires. He gently pushed the door open.

As if the door had been swung at her, the girl leapt back into the room, her arms clutched over her breasts. She seemed either to not notice or not mind the fact that her dark nether regions were just as nearly visible. Grayson slowly stepped in and closed the door behind him. “Ruckus like that among the rooms and you’re a lone woman here. Seems a bit strange.”

“I was meeting someone,” she snapped. “And they’ll be on their way any minute, so I suggest you find another room.”

Grayson grinned, the dark blue of her eyes flashing like sun off the deep sea. “I don’t think your lover’s coming, girl.” He slipped his overcoat off and tossed it onto a chair by the fire.

“He is.” She stared at him. Her body was as still and taut as a statue. He chuckled. “I doubt that.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“But I would. I’ll tell you why.” He slowly pulled off his shirt. His chest was dark as the rest of him with days of outdoor work on the water; muscles long ago built up to serve him over hours of hauling ropes and net. Grayson circled behind her, his low voice blowing heat over her neck as he spoke. “It’s late. Very late. No decent gentleman would be coming by this hour. He would have shown already if he was going to.” His hands ever so lightly slid along her waist down to her hips.

She shivered suddenly, her body giving way to it involuntarily. And as she did- a second’s drop of her guard- she felt her arms snatched up in his strong hands and pulled behind her back. She gasped, barely having time to think of struggling as he used his shirt to bind her wrists. “I’ll scream,” she threatened, her voice a wavering, breathy thing. “There’ll be no room for you then!”

He wanted to laugh a little. The room would be the least of his worries.

“I don’t think you will,” he said. The confidence was maddening. She twisted away from him when his fingers released the finished knots. He grabbed her arm with an iron grip and pulled her back. His mouth came down on her neck like a famished beast, his hand in her loose hair to hold her. The cloth chaffed at her wrists as she writhed against her bonds. Jerking from him was pointless; his strength far outweighed her own. His tongue flickered over delicate nerves in her neck. She trembled, hoping he thought it fear. His head rose and he nibbled on her ear.

“I’m the innkeeper’s daughter. He’ll have your balls if you touch me again!”

He grinned again, his hands running over her shoulders. “I’d much rather you have them.”

With a single-handed shove, she felt herself tumbling backwards. Her knees caught the edge of the mattress and she fell on to the bed. Her heart pounded in her chest; she hadn’t realized she was so close, and had expected to crack her skull on the floor. Grayson loomed over her. He let his eyes wander her body, the fine breasts and their darker nipples. His finger tips rolled over her hips on the outside and then slid startlingly inward. He never touched her though, tracing outside along her thighs. She could feel him through the thin shift almost as well as if she’d been naked.

Grayson came to his knees, his hand shoving her legs suddenly apart. She cried out softly, with fear and something else. The shift was slid up her legs and over her stomach. She felt paralyzed nearly, helpless to stop him. His mouth touched her thigh. At first, it was almost safe, just by her knee, and then the other. His rough facial hair rubbed her legs, tingling the skin and sending shivers through her body. He began to kiss upward along her legs. His lips led, his tongue, wet and warm, following and leaving trails along her legs. Both legs were covered equally, a tense shuddering in her belly growing stronger as he moved up her body. His rough hands wrapped around her legs, the hard callused skin feeling tough; a man’s skin. The hands slid up and down her calves as he kissed, massaging her.

She’d been touched that way before, once, when she was younger. It had been a soft woman’s hands then, a good friend’s. They had been shy with one another, experimental and scared. There was none of the security and strength like this man had in those hands. The girl had kissed her legs only to comfort her. It was her fingers that did all the work, sliding along the slippery wetness of her expectant pussy. The soft pads of her fingertips big tits porno were much different, barely skimming her skin, leaving her with an embarrassing longing for harder, longer contact.

She closed her eyes as Grayson worked, wishing herself more appalled by the startling pleasure of his hands and mouth. His fingers worked the muscles of her legs, the calves first and then following up along the insides of her thighs. She grew taut again as his fingers moved up. The tension that had dissipated during his massage of her claves built up times ten. His fingers drew up against the muscles along her thighs and she inhaled sharply. He nudged her legs apart even further, with little resistance.

He grinned. “You like it,” he murmured.

“No…” She had little force to muster in protest. Her hands, though bound, had forgotten rebellion. She could feel the warmth of her own wetness building between her legs, knew he had a full view of it. The slick wetness emerging from between her lips was a strange feeling, almost discomfiting. He continued to massage her, his hands just along her crotch. His thumbs brushed her lips on either side. She trembled, wanting him to wipe away the moisture building up. That was all she wanted. Just a smooth wipe.

“Ah!” She inhaled sharply. He knew exactly her thoughts because the pad of his thumb suddenly slid between her lips and drew up swiftly. He ran over her clitoris, sending a thrilling shiver through her body.

He lifted the thumb to his mouth and sucked her juices off of it with a smile. “You taste wonderful.”

The blush that crawled into her cheeks and across her chest was scarlet.

She never expected it when he leaned in rubbed the same way with his tongue. It slid up along her lips on the outside at first. She could feel the pulsing desire in her center, where he refused to touch her again. His hands continued the taunting massage, rubbing her lips, and then trailing lower to circle her opening. A little gasp escaped her as he wet the tip of his finger in the very outer edge of her pussy and circled her again. His beard brushed by her legs, the heat of his tongue and breath drawing shivers and trembles out of her rebellious body.

Then suddenly, the flat width of his hot tongue covered her clit. He started low, almost to her shuddering opening, and pulled her skin along under his mouth all the way up to her hood. His mouth wasn’t even as wet as she, and all the rough texture of it rubbed at her and set her body seizing. He covered her, a hot shelter surrounding her clit, growing slippery as it stroked her with fiery licks. Her juices, she was sure, joining in with his saliva. She bit her cheeks, quivered all the more. His hands grabbed her hips and forced her hard against his mouth. She gave in and cried out.

It was a soft noise, nothing like the screams of earlier by the whore, but enough to get his attention. She opened her eyes at him, horrified by her submission. He chuckled softly, rising from his knees and grabbing a sash from the curtains. Gently, Grayson lifted her head and pulled the gag around her and between her teeth. He leaned in as her head touched down on the bed again. He whispered gently, licking in quick sweeps across her ear and neck between words.

“Don’t want anyone rushing in on us, hmm?” She thought of a man rushing in to her rescue with another deep flush of her cheeks. To have him see her as she was, bound across a bed and held wide open for the pleasure of his viewing. It obviously pleased Grayson; his crotch was a thick bulge beneath his leggings. He grinned, a deep husky breath brushing her cheek. “I’m glad you understand.”

His hand reached out and took one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing it gently. His thumb ran across her nipple, light enough to tease out of her a moan for more pressure. She didn’t want another soft touch experience, she realized. She wanted him rough with her, stern and never letting her escape. Another husky laugh rippled out from his chest.

He fell back to his knees in front of her before she could realize it, and licked the length of her again. She stiffened all over. His hands grabbed her hips and dragged her towards his mouth. Suddenly he was all over her, covering her clit completely with hard, fast licks. His fingers traced over her pussy again, wetter than ever and their small motions around her, refusing to penetrate, made her hips buck towards him. He moaned wolfishly at her movements, dragging her closer and sucking harder right over her clit. The vibrations of the moan set her into spasms along her legs and spine. She almost screamed. Then with swift slickness, one of blacked porno his fingers drove into her pussy. The girl’s jaw clenched down on her gag, her back arching. He pushed into her with hard thrusts.

The tension in her belly moved lower. Her legs and whole lower body quivered, bucking against his mouth as he pressed his tongue against her. She was frantic against his movements. His free hand, once caressing her hip, suddenly slid up her stomach and grabbed a breast. She tried to gasp through the gag. His fingers gave her the pressure she’d begged for moments again, seizing her nipple and tugging on it. She cried out against her gag as he pleasured her in nearly every way her body had to offer: His hand forcing into her with a strength she’d never known and his mouth blazing feeling throughout her body. His hand moved from breast to breast, tugging at her nipples and twisting them until she gave sharp cries, each tingling remnant of pain mingling with sharp pleasure. Grayson felt himself incredibly hard as he pleasured her every center.

A slut, willing to come for me. He felt her knock up against his tongue again, rubbing insistently with her vigorous rhythm. His lips tightened around her clit, rubbing up and down either side of it. A muffled cry escaped her. He almost smiled. But what a slut.

Without warning, he rose, undoing his leggings and freeing his throbbing cock. Though panting with the sudden loss of the intense pleasure, she jerked her head up to watch him, eyes widening at the erect penis. He didn’t reach up to move her gag as she feared, instead testing her pussy with two fingers, sliding them in and out slowly. She let out a long, low groan, rocking forward with him. Then as they were removed, his cock came in their place. Deep in her belly, she groaned with the sensation of him filling her. She’d heard it hurt, but this was nothing like pain. There had been a twinge at first, and now… His member throbbed inside her, eliciting a spasmic contraction of her pussy along with it. Her breath came in rapid pants. She couldn’t control it; her body seized around his cock. He nearly gave to the pleasure and thrust back. Instead, he knelt still for a minute, their pounding bodies massaging each other. She opened her eyes to watch him, his closed eyes tightening every time she felt herself grab his hard cock. God, she was pleasuring him.

When at last he couldn’t stand it, he lunged forward, grabbing a breast. His mouth covered her other nipple, nibbling and sucking at it. His tongue flicked wildly. Her body was immersed in him, her tightening pussy clinging to him. He stroked into her in long, fluid thrusts. His thumb, already soaked by her juices, stroked her clit. His mouth moved to warm her other breast. Her body was wild with anticipation, quivering, and she barely moved as he pounded into her, his fingers never letting up on her swollen clit. Her hips rocked against him, reveling in her violation. She writhed, feeling his body stroke her, inside and out, again and again. Then, exploding.

The feeling rose up from her belly, grabbing her body, arching her into the air as she lay exposed to him, thrusting breasts and hips towards him. Her legs came up to wrap around him in a sudden squeeze. She let out a strangled cry from behind her gag, the sound muffled but not inaudible. He drew his cock in and out of her more slowly, his fingers rubbing over her clit still, easing her across her orgasm. She trembled once, and again, and then lay still under him, his fingers withdrawing from her. He let up the affection on her breasts, but his cock remained inside her pulsating pussy a few moments longer. She heard him grunt softly in satisfaction, and then felt him draw a tender, trembling finger along her cheek and jaw. She shivered.

Slowly, Grayson pulled in his loins and took a last regretful look at the wet, warm pussy in front of him. He tied up his leggings and slowly drew the shift down over the girl’s body. She lay limply beneath his gaze, her eyes closed and her head rolled to one side. Her breathing was long and deep. He lifted her head gently, removing the gag and tossing it to the floor. Soon to follow was his shirt, twisted and stretched from the knots he’d made around her wrists. Grayson lifted the girl gently, placing her in the bed lengthwise as it had been made to be used and pulled the covers up over her. She moaned softly all the while, seeming hardly conscious. He grinned again, collected his shirt, and made for the door. That offer of a room and sleep was a comforting thought.

“Sir,” called a soft, nearly unconscious voice. He turned suddenly, surprised. She hadn’t really moved, and her eyes were still closed.

“If you’re in the area again… M’father’s bar will surely be open to you.”

He bowed, though she didn’t open her eyes still. “Thank you, m’lady. You have yourself a wonderful night.”

The girl rolled over lazily and moaned a deep, contented sound.

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Morning came with a dull steel gray light. The sister’s dark bodies where draped over mine, pussies both pressed against my thighs. The chill of the morning did not penetrate our little scrum. I roused and padded naked to the bathroom.

I released a very uncomfortable Mrs. Wills from her cuffs, leaving her grunting in relief. I requested she start breakfast and said I would send her help, hoping I could. I returned to the master bedroom, showered and by the time I emerged and put on new cloths, a polo shirt and baggy sweat pants, the smell of breakfast was wafting up from downstairs. Alissa got up when I arrived, groggy but beautiful despite the morning and went to take her shower.

I kissed Melissa awake. She rolled onto her back. I pulled the covers down and kissed her breasts, moving up to her neck and ear. “Ready to fuck your nephew?” I asked.

Her eyes fluttered open, fixing on me as I rose up above her to find her eyes. I did not wait for a response but got off the bed. “I can smell breakfast. Come down and eat. You will need the strength.”

I left her there, aware she might stay and confront her sister but Alissa followed me by ten seconds. Melissa arrive later, fresh from her shower. As I had instructed, Mrs. Wills was up, bustling about the kitchen, making pancakes which were good with coffee, eggs and sausage. I ate carefully, not wanting to stuff myself but finding myself ravenous. Alissa arrived and joined us. After I was finished, Chris appeared.

“How was Annie when you left her?” I asked casually.

Chris sort of grinned but then bowed his head and took a seat. “She was good. I think she likes it as much in the ass as anywhere else.” He glanced nervously at Alissa as he spoke.

“Did you take a shower, Chris?” His mother asked. When my gaze snapped to her she looked abashed and Chris looked positively embarrassed.

“We’ll have none of that, Mrs. Wills. Get your son breakfast and then suck his cock for him, Laura. You are his mother but today you serve us all.” She set a steaming plate before him. “You did shower, right Chris?” I asked.

He grinned crookedly and nodded. His mother looked relieved. She took off her apron and then fit herself under the table, between her son’s legs. She struggled to get his cock into her mouth but the moment she did, Chris sighed and his whole body flexed. When the fresh moment of pleasure passed, he looked at me, gratitude and joy in his eyes.

“Don’t come, Chris. We have another candidate to hold all your come today.”

He nodded with tight lips but I was speaking with my eyes on Alissa and she fairly preened with it.

Chris pulled his mother off his cock a few minutes later and she clambered up to resume clearing the dishes. The clock said nine-thirty. None of us spoke. Laura wore another maid’s outfit, one that showed her cleavage to great advantage with a white bib that bulged from time to time, revealing that the black blouse was diaphanous and transparent, showing her great white breasts clearly when viewed from the side.

My phone rang. It was Brent. I walked casually out onto the deck and through the hedge. For a moment, I thought I saw someone in the Kingston house and wondered if Sammy had returned.

“Sonny? So, what do you want me to do? Mom is bound up like Annie.”

“Is she naked?”

“Yes. Just like you said.”

“I changed my mind. Have her dress in something nice and normal, elegant maybe. Have her bring you over about ten. Then she should wait for half an hour or an hour before returning. She should bring something for Laura, something she needs to give her face to face so she has to come in. When I ask who you want to fuck, you know what to say?”

“I want to fuck my dear mother.” Brent said, like he was reciting some trite line for the thousandth time and was bored with it. “I get it but what? Do you have everyone else primed to say the same thing?”

I left that alone. “Tell your mother I will give her a good day if she wants, but she can beg off any anytime, well, till we start anyway.”

“Right. Like she is going to skip this now.”

“When did you fuck her last?”

“Wednesday, like you said. We waited but shit it was way more difficult than I thought it would be. How do you keep from boinking your mom every morning?”

“She gets up before I do.” I said. “Tell Natasha to try to be here around eleven. Think she can wait that long?”

“I don’t know, Sonny. The waiting, the anticipation, I think it is getting to her. She was touching herself before I tied her up. Now she is looking at me now like a wolf at a cow social.” Brent loved ‘The Farside’.

“If she gets impatient you know what to do.”

“Fuck her?” Brent asked hopefully.

“Suck her, Brent. But don’t finish her. Heat her up but don’t let her come. In fact, make sure she is hot when she drops türkçe alt yazı porno you off.”

“Whatever.” He hung up. I almost went to see Annie but left the hedge to go back to the Wills house. My cock was really hard. The moment was at hand.

I just arrived back in the kitchen when it began. Laura was clearing the table of Chris’ dishes.

“Missy, help with the dishes.” Alissa said, blissfully unaware of her sister’s resulting dagger stare. I waited. Melissa finally shrugged a little and did, stocking the dishwasher while Laura wiped and cleaned the table. Just as Laura finished, I moved behind her and lifted her dress. Everyone in the kitchen watched me or stared at her bare ass, Melissa standing nearly beside me. I ran a hand over each smooth, bare cheek of Laura’s ass. She had gone completely still when I lifted her dress, leaning on the table. I ran a finger down the crease of her ass, deep enough to touch her ass hole and then around to her pussy.

“Good, Laura. Very good. Finish with the kitchen. The others will be arriving around ten.” I went to the sink and washed my hands.

“Missy, help her, would you.” Alissa spoke with a measured, even tone. Repeating her earlier instructions to her sister and receiving essentially the same response.

I turned to look at Melissa for she had turned her eyes to me. I made no effort to direct her and after a moment, she returned to helping Mrs. Wills put things away. The doorbell rang, breaking the silence. It was ten till ten.

I answered the door, with Chris close behind. It was Sammy.

“Dude! Is she here? Is my Aunt Melissa really here?” He whispered, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

I nodded, the time for being coy with everyone was long past. “Hello to you, too!”

Sammy’s eyes got large. He looked at Chris. “Have you fucked her already?” His voice filled with menace.

The old Chris would have crumpled but now he merely smiled and nodded. “You’ll get your chance, Sammy. Your Aunt Melissa loves to fuck from what I can tell. If I know Sonny, you’ll get your chance.”

While the general flow was clear in my head, the details remained a little fuzzy. I knew I had to present Melissa to Sammy but I really wanted everyone to be present when it happened. “Ah ha.” I said aloud.

“Ah ha? Ah ha, what?” Sammy said.

“I want you to wait for a while, before . . . ” I did not finish. Landon’s car arrived and I saw Mrs. Rossini’s car close behind. I closed the door. “Let them in, Chris, before they ring the bell.” I pulled Sammy into the living room, hearing the clinking of the women in the kitchen. “Do you have your key?” I asked Sammy.

“Key? What key?”

“The key to Mrs. Kingston.” I said softly, consciously leaving the phrase ambiguously wrong but deliciously suggestive.

“I think so, why?”

“Go fuck her. If you take her ass, be sure to clean up good before you come back. We are going to start without you but believe me you are not going to miss anything.”

For a moment I thought Sammy was going to refuse. But finally he shrugged and nodded, his face impassive. Then he grinned. “You want me to fuck Mrs. Kingston? I’ll fuck Mrs. Kingston.” He opened the door and stepped out into the gray, rainy morning. He stopped. “Sonny, this better work out for me.”

The serious tone of his voice worried me a bit but I nodded, “It will. Come back in twenty or thirty minutes.”

He grinned and the usual Sammy was back. “You think it will take me that long?” He asked. “You flatter me, sir!” he said before prancing down to the hedge and disappearing through it. I glanced up at the Kingston’s window’s and thought I saw something. I wondered if Annie knew he was coming. I hoped not, it would spoil his surprise.

I walked into the kitchen. Chris was introducing Landon and Brent to everyone.

“This is Landon Clark and Brent Rossini.” Chris said. “You guys know Mrs. Honeywell. And this is her very lovely sister, Melissa Crawford.”

Landon’s eyes found me, pulling away from Melissa who was leaning against the sink. Her legs where encased in black hose and her breasts filled a delicate half-bra which showed clearly through the transparent black blouse. She had the precise look of a woman inviting attention. Landon nodded. “Sonny, how you doin’.” His eyes were sober. “Can I have a minute of your time?”

I nodded but did not move.

When Landon saw I was not going to have a private chat with him his lips became a thin line. Then he looked around, “Alissa’s sister? What the fuck, Sonny? Aunt Missy? Where is Sammy? Shouldn’t he be here? Fuck, Sonny, you are not leaving him out of this, of all mornings, are you?”

Everyone seemed a little tense. Rather than blend with that tension, I walked over to Alissa, took the coffee cup from her hand and set it down. I pulled her to her feet. She wore a long, flowing white linen skirt. Underneath, she wore a stretch black leotard that covered her body. It clung to her legs and torso, capturing her huge tits, outlining them perfectly, showing her nipples. The white skirt türkçe ifşa porno formed a contrast which suggested she was naked despite being fully dressed. The elastic material stretched thin over her breasts but blended with them, hiding the details, blending her dark skin with the fabric and leaving suggestions of her body evident to the eyes but no more.

“Are you ready?” I whispered as I hugged her.

She shivered. “Wet and ready, Sonny. Wet and ready.” That got everyone’s attention, mine included.

Alissa’s leotard was cut broad on each shoulder. I smoothed my hands clearly over both breasts, then moved up to slip fingers under the neckline of the leotard near her shoulders. I pulled it down very slowly. Alissa sucked air through her teeth. The room got terribly still. I peeled the black cloth down her arms nearly unveiling her breasts. Alissa left her arms at her sides which kept the material taut on her breasts.

“Alissa, I think it is time you suck some cock.” I said softly and with very little urging, she got to her knees. She pulled my sweats down my hips but my erect cock hooked them, stopping her progress. She worked the pants over the head of my cock and pulled them down to my thighs. Her lips approached my cock. She blew on me, her tongue snaked out and nearly touched my cock.

“Oh gawd!” Melissa groaned.

Alissa glanced at her sister, leaning against the sink, mesmerized, one leg bent so the foot was flat against the cabinet. Alissa turned her eyes back to my cock and delicately kissed the end of my cock.

“Sonny, not without Sammy.” Landon said tightly.

“Yeah, Sonny.” Brent said. “This ain’t right.”

“Sammy went next door.” Chris said softly. “He’ll be back in time.”

I turned my head to meet Melissa’s eyes. The expression on her face reflected her astonishment from the night before while she watched me fuck Annie in her kitchen but with a tense difference. She seemed aware that she was going to watch a lot of sex and it stunned her, despite what she had already seen. She was watching her sister for the first time, seeing her with a cock at her lips, a willing cocksucker and it seemed to stun her a bit.

I looked down at Alissa and though she was sucking my cock head with her lips, she was looking up at me, her eyes shocked by the reference to her son. She started to pull off my cock but I put a hand on the back of her head and eased her mouth further onto my cock.

Despite the activity of the day before, my cock was fully rejuvenated. The thrill of her lips on my cock sizzled through me. I felt the precursor to orgasm but I did not want to at that moment, not for Alissa. Alissa sucked my cock down her throat. She held me there, blowing and swallowing till I thought I would fill her throat with cum, ruining my resolve. She released me before I erupted, however, and with a loud slurping sound, she backed off my cock. I moved from before her, ending up next to Melissa. Laura moved to stand on my other side. I circled both their waists, a fact the other guys noted but both turned her eyes to Alissa kneeling on the kitchen floor without comment.

“Who’s next?” Alissa asked, looking around at us.

Chris opened his jeans and moved to stand before Alissa. She gently unwrapped his cock and pulled him into her mouth, sucking and slurping before deep-throating him. Her face pressed against his abdomen and she sucked on him, hard. Chris, bless his heart, grunted once and came into the woman’s mouth. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, till finally she pulled off of his cock, gasping and panting and still his cock spat at her. Finally, he ceased his lurching and Alissa slurped loudly as sucked on the still live end of his cock. She removed her mouth from his cock.

“My, my, young man, you have a deep well.” Alissa tittered, clearly intoxicated with the taste of cock and the attention she was getting.

“Did he fuck you last night?” I said softly to Melissa, not so soft no one could hear but not loud either.

“Who, Chris?” She nodded. “While you were gone. But he did not come in me.” She replied. Then she grinned a guilty little grin, “well, not between my legs.”

Landon glanced over at us, his eyes a curious blend of arousal and curiosity.

I glanced at the clock. It was twenty after ten. Things were about to get interesting.

Chris pulled his cock from between Alissa’s gleaming lips. Her eyes shone, a fever raged in her. Landon and Brent glanced at each other. They shrugged together. “Landon, you go.” I said to break the deadlock.

Landon did not hesitate but moved to stand before Alissa. She looked up at him. She smiled. “Mr. Clark, so nice to see you.” She purred. “I want to see more of you.”

Landon gestured with a hand. “Help yourself.”

Alissa unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trousers like she was defusing a bomb. She pulled them wide, letting them drop down his legs. He grunted when she passed a hand over his erect cock. “No need for a fluffer, Missy. Sorry.” Alissa said. Melissa ignored her as she had all morning, vivid porno buoyed by the sure knowledge things would even out.

Alissa pulled Landon’s briefs out and peered into them. “Hmmmm. Scrumptious.” She pulled them down his hips and kissed the end of his cock. She sucked on it and then began to bob her head in the classic cock sucking fashion, holding it with both hands, her hair swishing as she sucked and bobbed. Her lips pursed and smoothed back and forth over the great blue vein which dominated Landon’s cock. He looked down at the black woman sucking his cock, his hands on her shoulders. Abruptly she went completely down on him, taking him fully into her mouth in one smooth, slick motion. The woman had skills!

Landon groaned. He bent over her and slid both hands inside the tight material of her leotard, grasping both breasts, forcing it off them. Then his body bucked and he poured his cum into Alissa’s throat. He straightened, his hands pulling at her breasts but finally resting on her shoulders while he finished spilling his cum into Alissa’s sucking mouth, using her to balance while he came. She sucked, she hummed, she slurped and she swallowed. When Landon’s cock slowed and stopped, he shuffled away, pulling his trousers up his legs.

“Next.” Alissa said, licking her lips, cleaning the cum from them. Her eyes glittered with pride and arousal. She fixed her stare on Brent. Brent slouched by the wall. He straightened and slowly moved over to stand in front of Alissa, his jeans bulging with his erection. “Oh. Oh my.” Alissa whispered.

“Fuck me.” Melissa whispered. “Is that all him?”

Landon rolled his eyes. I nodded.

Alissa ran a hand up Brent’s leg and thence to his crotch, grasping hold of his cock as best he could through the thick denim. She hesitated for a moment but then unbuckled his belt and pulled the button loose. Slowly, she unzipped him. His cock pressed out at his blue briefs, gaping the waistband. She pulled them out and down, revealing his large cock. She eyed it.

Melissa put a hand on my arm and squeezed, panting with excitement, too aroused to speak. Despite the competition with Alissa, the woman was undoubtedly turned on by the sight of her sister sucking cocks, one after the other.

Alissa kissed down the long, thick shaft with gentle, loving kisses, and then back up, before fitting her lips over the head of his cock, kissing it wetly. She then began to lick it, like an ice cream cone; long, wet strokes of her long tongue, from low down his shaft all the way up to the flared, red head. She stopped to suck on the head then resumed running her lips and tongue up and down the cock.

“I bet I can swallow the whole thing.” Melissa said loud enough for Alissa to hear. Despite herself, she panted around the words so she sounded out of breath; which I guess she was.

The sound of the sliding patio door broke the tension of the moment. Alissa sucked on the head and then pressed her head down onto it, taking a third of the mammoth cock into her mouth. It stuck.

Sammy appeared. “Oh shit.” He said softly, seeing his mother with Brent’s great cock planted deeply in her wide open mouth.

Alissa’s eyes found her son, her only movement. Their eyes met for a moment and she shivered. She closed her eyes and pressed her head down further, taking more of the huge cock into her throat. She gagged, she grunted, she snorted and then she pulled back, gasped and descended once more. She repeated the motion several times, going deeper each time till finally, Brent’s whole cock lodged in her long, extended throat. I imagined I could see the swell of the head pressing outwards against the skin of her throat. She swallowed and Brent groaned. She was on her knees, her hands gripping his thighs, pulling at him as she sought to breath and suck alternately around the huge cock she had lodged in her throat.

“Don’t make him come, Mrs. Honeywell. Think about the feel of that inside you while you suck your son.” I spoke into the quiet thickness of the room, punctuated only with Brent’s groans and Alissa’s clicking and slurping and moaning as she sucked on the huge cock in her mouth. I tapped her on the shoulder.

Her eyes opened and she withdrew the huge cock from her mouth, sitting back on her heels; one obedient action in her favor. Before her, Brent swayed drunkenly, his eyes glazed and only after a few seconds did they clear so that he looked over at me. “What the fuck, Sonny!”

I patted the air between us. “Trust me, Brent. Trust me. If I am wrong, I am sure Mom will make it up to you.”

He grunted.

I could feel the quizzical thoughts bouncing about us.

“My turn, then.” Sammy said, a wicked gleam in his eyes. I could not determine if Alissa had comprehended where her son was but Melissa certainly had.

I regarded Alissa who, surprisingly was staring at me, not her eager son. I waited and finally she turned her head to look at him. Sonny unbuckled his own belt and moved to stand before his kneeling mother. Alissa looked at Melissa and smirked, just a little, a surpassingly brief expression before she focused on Sammy’s pants, opening them and skimming them down his legs. She pulled his briefs, splotched unaccountably, down and regarded his newly erect cock. She licked it and made a face. “Can you wash first? What have you . . . .” Understanding dawned. “Oh, oh no, really?” She muttered.

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I paused silently and smoothed the lavender drapes of my dress. Anticipation clouded my senses, but luckily we’d discussed this moment for over a year. I was just to show up. In this elegant hotel, I would finally meet my intangible lover. I’d envisioned thousands of endings, but there was only one way to find out. I opened the door, slowly, hand shaking.

I stepped into the room, dark as planned. Instinctively, my hand rose to a light and you caught it. I flinched. You were beside me; I was expecting an advancing silhouette. But your contact was strong, as I knew it would be.

Following your graceful lead, I stepped into your embrace. It was formal and polished. Like those ballroom competitions I secretly love on T.V. I delighted in the pressure of your hand at my hip.

When you said my name, “Laura,” slow and sultry, as erotica itself, I clung to you, a disintegration of our choreographed pose. I pressed every inch of my body into your confident frame. I looked up, oh so curious. I loved looking up, but in the darkness, no clues were revealed. I didn’t care.

“Tony” I choked slightly, unable to trust my vocal cords, much less my quivering knees and accelerating pulse. My tears began to fall. I was finally in your arms: finally held by the man who knew all my serious goals, petty disappointments, and lusty ambitions.

“Baby, don’t cry,” you said. Your grasp never faltered. I felt the sweetest kiss ever, planted at my hairline. An air of calm settled. I chastised myself for the immediate drama, and suppressed my desire to plead, “Don’t ever let me go.”

But my lips could not be restrained. After one sloppy miscalculation, I found your mouth, eager and honest. Anxiously, I kissed, and my body screamed for everything at once. I wanted you bad, in all the worst ways: your tongue in my mouth, your grip on my flesh, and your cock in my cunt. Good God, you had driven me from sentimental to vulgar in just thirty seconds.

But your kiss steadied mine; oh, your control. Again I was overwhelmed by your reaction, like a diligent father grasping the wrist of a wide-eyed child in the midst of hurling her awkward body across a busy street. My insecurity censured again. No father analogies. Our age difference was just one of the realities hopefully obscured by the darkness.

It was a silly plan, this meeting in the dark. It was born of anxiety that we might not be visually attracted, but I was unsurprised by my arousal. Our intense contact was merely a confirmation of everything we had already shared.

“Come here, Cyber-lover,” was your light-hearted invitation, and yet I heard a wrinkle in your voice. I was silently pleased to know this was affecting you as well. We stuttered toward the bed, blind and determined to remain entangled. I could feel your smile. I extracted an arm, wiped under my eye. As we toppled together your warm hand brushed back my hair and returned to my neck. Like water melts sugar, I felt my skin dissolved at your touch.

“I can’t believe it’s you,” I gasped.

“It’s me,” you said, punctuated with both a kiss and a waking pinch.

“Say something else,” I demanded. “I want to hear your voice.”

You laughed, and I blushed warm inside. I wanted nothing more than to make you happy. Throughout months of email we’d unnecessarily deprived ourselves of even one call, not a single real-time chat, or even an attached photo (although I both begged and teased on that one.)

“Why did we wait so long?” You articulated my thoughts.

“So, it would be this good,” I said and snuggled closer into you, if that was at all possible.

“Relax,” you instructed, gently placing my arms at my side. “I want to explore you.”

My frustrated whimper protested, but if I had ever trusted someone, it was you. Your tiny inquisitive kisses canvassed my face, delicately avoiding my parted lips. I felt every nerve on alert as your feather-light touch traced across my collar-bone, shoulders, and arms.

Contact to my palms was too much. I giggled and grabbed you. “Didn’t I ever tell you how sensitive I am right there?” I massaged your shoulders with open hands. “Right here,” and I directed your fingers to my palm, then wiggled, enraptured. “And the bottoms of my feet, too. It’s the silliest thing.” You flicked the tip of your tongue across the newly discovered spot. “Ooooo,” I had to pull away, yet loved every lick.

“I want to know all your little spots,” you replied and returned to the tactile investigation. But I couldn’t lay still, not with your hot breath at my chest and gentle hands outlining my curves. Even though my skin was obscured through layers of clothing, I was frantic. I grabbed your biceps and squeezed. Urgency was eating me up inside.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I pleaded. My entire body tingled and ached. That particular lower region raged with a need to be filled.

But you caught me mid-cry. “We have all the time in the world. Just enjoy.” teen porno

I tried to ignore the nagging reality that our time together was far from infinite. Your marriage, however unconventional, placed a premium on every second of this orchestrated rendezvous. And yet, I knew I must put those thoughts aside if I wanted to experience its ultimate potential.

I tittered to myself. Enjoyment was certainly not going to be a chore. I felt my seductress side emerging.

“Oh, you think it’s so easy?” I retaliated in response to your insistence on passivity. “You ought to try it.” With a burst of boldness, I pushed you back and straddled your thighs. “Just relax,” I said, mocking, as I licked a trail to your neck. “Lay still, don’t you move.” I nibbled your earlobe, inhaling your scent and caressing your cheek with my own.

I felt your fingers playfully brush my dress up above my knees. Oh, God, I trembled, yearning so badly to grind my crotch into yours. I needed to confirm my suspicion of mutual need. And yet I wanted to inflict on you equivalently delicious torture. “Nope.” I swatted your hands. “Not yet. Be still or I’ll be forced to take more drastic measures.” This was so fun.

I allowed you a little responsiveness to a mouth-to-mouth kiss but then pulled away righteously, my cheeks straining from my smile. I left a peck on your nose, between your brows, and then brought my hands to your hair. I tousled and inhaled, adding sensory details to your previous description of blond, slightly gray. Relishing your breath at my bust, satisfying knowledge that you were smothered in cleavage was perhaps a priority motivation.

“Are you pleased with your investigations so far?” You asked as I sat up to clear my head.

“Emphatically,” I replied, overjoyed with my ability to answer honestly. “Am I what you expected?”

“Even better,” you said. My heart ricocheted. I made no protest as you took hold of both my breasts firmly. I pressed into you. Sharp thrilling pain flashed from my sensitively engorged nipples pinched in the crease between your fingers. “You are beautiful, Laura.”

Oh, the sweet sincerity in your voice! I was liquefied. What better way to know your body than to mold around it. I slid my legs down the outside of yours. Yes, tall and fit as you described. But the warmth and the dynamic humanity of your hard thighs was not something easily translated into words.

My God, there you were. Through several layers I felt the perfect outline of your rock-solid cock. Vaginal muscles quivered and my hot little pussy gasped for your girth. “Ohhh,” sounded my exasperated sigh as I gripped you with my horse-riding thighs.

“Ummmm,” your response. Our previously literary relationship had degenerated into syllables. Then our mouths mashed violently, eliminating even that potential for primitive communication. But, I had no doubt to your intentions. Your hips led me to roll over. The splendid pleasure of your weight was a direct result of forces more significant than gravity.

Like mortar and pestle, our bodies stressed clothing. We ground together with a furious adult priority, too greedy to waste time stripping. Separation at that moment was not an option. Eons of electronic frustration demanded liberation with their first opportunity for genuine fulfillment.

In addition to the dramatic friction, I loved your hands on at my jaw. I savored your tongue’s penetration, compensating for elsewhere-restricted desire. Your possessive lips throbbed. Obviously, the regular blood donations had resulted in excellent marrow. I wiggled my hands between us, at your hips, knowing how that particular congregation of additional blood cells must be straining you.

I sensed your hesitation at our rapid acceleration. You had written volumes to the tune of “it’s the trip and not the destination that matters.”

“There’s always round two, love,” I reminded. “And three and four.” My upcoming vacant schedule perversely flashed through my mind. We had joked of a “one week stand” in the case that events manifested favorably. That was beyond doubt now, but I lacked mental capacity for much future consideration.

My consciousness was dominated by your immediate proximity. As I shoved slacks over your hips, a tiny “aaah,” escaped from my lips. Although rushing, I noted every contour of your body. Touch could in no way compensate for the room’s lack of light. However, I had the distinct suspicion that an addition of sight might result in some previously unknown explosion from sensory overload.

The sexy lace panties I had painstakingly chosen while imagining extended foreplay now pinched in excessive inconvenience. Thank god for thigh high stockings. I giggled as my toes slid out of my shoes and weaseled over to your already bare feet. You, too, had shunned extraneous apparel. Mr. Patience was caught in vulnerable anticipation.

“We’ll do it slow next time,” you whispered. travesti porno Respective undergarments were peeled down, but shirt buttons, dress zippers, and bra clasps remained ignorable.

“Oh my god, oh god . . . yes.” I felt the presence of your hardness at my groomed pubic hair. No persistence necessary, you slid between my anxiously slick folds in a single deliberate move. We paused and kissed passionately, delighting in the snug compatibility. Was it a coincidence that soul mates would also fit so puzzle-piece perfect? “You’re a dream come true,” I managed to utter while suppressing another onset of tears.

“I love you,” you said. No disclaimers or promises. No words had ever been more appropriate.

“I love you, too.” I felt your first glorious stroke. Exquisite. Euphoria. I gripped and thrust back. Again you held my immature exuberance in check. We settled into a strong, steady cadence. “You feel incredible.” I said, pleased with the slow pace’s opportunity for expression.

Your sustained assault continued. Luxurious. Consuming. I sensed a slight acceleration. I had an uncontrollable visualization of an exponential curve and imagined our ascent to tumultuous climax. I grinned with the knowledge that you accepted, and even appreciated, the bookish side of me. Although it sounds impossible, I relaxed beneath your exceptional motions. Crumpled clothing was awkward but I had no will to adjust.

“How can something transcend infinite expectation?” You asked.

I was in awe as the eloquent sentiment rolled off your tongue. We’d discussed fears of real life insecurity. We, as authors, appreciated the reflection and editing opportunity emails allowed us. Only quasi-jokingly, we had recounted efforts to perfect each piece of our correspondence. And despite admonishments of casual expectations, each message we exchanged held an air of craftsmanship. I kept every piece archived in expansive cut-and-paste files as if someone, some day might appreciate the efforts we mutually employed.

And yet here we were, naturally enacting a scenario that I couldn’t have written any more ideally had I tried.

You caught my eye. “I know what you mean.” Another kiss. “Some things just aren’t rational,” was my only explanation. I felt a halting sensation and a shift in your concentration. I understood; you had something to prove. “I want you to cum.” I said honestly.

You sighed, one step closer, “I promise. . .”

I cut you off. “I know.”

Inhibitions were shed; our bodies cavorted in wild abandon. Your unrestrained rhythm sent waves through my thighs. I reciprocated instinctively, reveling in warm spasms and surmounting bliss.

“Ughhh,” sounded your ultimate groan. I brought my fingers to the tense creases in your face, now comfortable in, but still restricted by darkness. I swore to memorize your orgasm expression. By the end of our tryst, I wanted I to be able to recall it forever.

I rewrapped you in my arms and added a substantial increase to both my external and internal embraces. For the first time, I kneaded your lips in a commanding kiss as you recovered physically.

“Good?” I questioned coyly.

“You. . .” the adoration radiating from your breathing and voice affirmed my rhetorical tease. You responded with appreciative kisses and caresses. “Lets get rid of these now,” you said and commenced our neglected task of undressing.

I sat up. You kissed down my back as you unzipped and unsnapped. Exaggerated shivers whipped through my body. I knew my nipples would be hard as you reached forward, pushing fabric aside to clutch my bare breasts. You brushed my long hair from your lips as I quickly wriggled out of dress and bra.

“I’ll get those in a sec,” you stopped me from removing my hose, the final barrier to complete nudity and pulled me back by my waist. Your moist mouth on my shoulders and your massaging hold on my tits reactivated the demands of my libido. Unfortunately, I felt no more prepared to handle slow subtle caresses, despite the preceding get-it-out-of-our-system fuck.

Spooned up against you, I tickled your shins with my toes. I wanted all our appendages mingled together. Inhaling powerfully, I reinforced your hands with my own. “I’ve got it under control,” you said when I craned my neck around to return your kisses.

And you definitely did, have control over me. I barely felt self-conscious as your hand traipsed over my belly. Maybe the darkness wasn’t such a silly plan after all. I shuddered as your hand enveloped the swell of my inner thigh. My hips tilted and ass clenched in anticipation. A single cool finger swiped through my sticky labia and I bucked in frustration as you withdrew. I grabbed for your hand.

“Patience, girl.” You peeled open my grasp and sucked my index finger.

“Uuh. . . uuh” I was on the verge of a tantrum. But just then, you found my clit and gave it a satisfying jiggle. tricky masseur porno Despite our love-making’s rich appetizer, my body was hungry for the next course. Your hands were most attentive as I oooed and awed at the array of various pleasures presented. Two fingers plunged into my insatiable hole and you massaged our delectable dressing, a well-agitated oil and vinegar, into the thick walls of my sex. “Mmmm. . . I want you again.” I tugged up on your shoulders.

“No, no, no,” you said in a playful yet soothing tone.

I leaned forward and licked upward from your chin over your lips. “I’ll help you get hard,” I whispered suggestively.

You laughed. “Not a problem. But this is about you.” You kissed me tenderly, and I acquiesced. I took a deep breath to calm my increasing heart rate. I knew what was next. I began to tense up. “Remember all I’ve said.” You reminded, and I understood.

We’d written extensively about my oral sex anxiety. You’d argued persuasively that many men, yourself especially, enjoyed performing the act. Intellectually, I believed you, but my insecurities remained. I was uneasy with the undivided attention and nervous about responding appropriately. Previous lovers had been quick to pass when I expressed any resistance. This only reinforced my critical assumptions. However, I knew better than to argue with your intentions. I felt you scoot backward on the bed.

“Tony?” I said and you paused.

“Yes.”

I swallowed. “Thank you.” I knew that sounded weird. “For tonight.”

You chuckled, but not insensitively, and gave me a reassuring kiss. “I want to do this.”

“I know.” Do not cry, I commanded myself. “But, thanks. . . for just being you.”

“Of course.” You knew me so well. “Now relax and enjoy.”

You started at my feet and ran both hands up the inside of my legs and over sheer hose. You kissed the strip of flesh above my thigh highs and took a playful tug at a top with your teeth. Sliding down each stocking, your lips followed with light suction as each inch of skin was revealed. It felt magnificent.

My heart was quivering. Your chin brushed over my dark curls and I pulled back as if touched by a flame. Penetrating heat boiled my blood, a fire fed by your breath at my pussy. But I was nervous; I hoped I smelled okay. I wanted you to love my body. Your familiar fingers parted my lips like thick curtains. Miss Clit, the little Prima Donna, took center stage. I hope I taste okay, I worried at your tongue began subtle overtures.

I fought a tickle-like reflex to retreat. Powerful sensations shot up through my torso. You definitely knew what to do: teasing flicks of your tongue, lavish strokes on my baby-smooth skin, and, OH MY GOD, precise tugs on my swollen clit. I grabbed little tuffs of your hair and cradled your head with my hands. I felt your tongue probe confidently. Never had I felt so exposed.

I was almost convinced of your words. The expressive skill and your unfettered enthusiasm could only come from pure enjoyment. No sense of obligation could possibly feel this good.

Tiny spasms triggered sharp gasps. I hoped I wouldn’t bump you as my pelvis thrust with a mind of its own. Your mouth and hands worked together now. I put aside my last irrational fears, and was conscious, for a moment, of how special that was. No one had ever done this for me. Don’t ever stop, I thought to myself and repeated out loud. “Oh, that feels good. Yes, Tony, yes.” I thought your name in a chant. Possessive, MY Tony. Well, all mine right now; I would cherish the moment.

You tightened your lips; blood rushed to that spot. Or did it rush out? I felt power, motion, life-changing joy. Every limb doused in heat, evaporating waves started below the waist but rose through to my heart. How long would you go? A selfish/subconscious thought, but I couldn’t get enough. Did you realize how self-indulgent I felt or the supreme rarity of my guiltless comfort in accepting such love? Over and over again, you took me to new highs. No matter what happens in the future, I thought, I would never be the same. I would demand this kind of attention from all future lovers. You spoiled me. I was hooked.

Then I felt an excellent pain from tiny nibbles on my clit. Squeals welled up inside. I needed to cum and knew I was close, but I still wanted more. Empty, empty, empty. Your tongue just accented that.

“Give it to me.” I growled under my breath. You remained fully engaged. I wiggled and said, “No. Give IT to me!” I pushed back your head. I have no idea whether it was moonlight or what, but I could see white in your eyes. It was a sneaky sort of glare. “I must have you NOW.” White shrunk behind smiling cheeks.

You thrust three fingers into my totally slick hole and curved them up to pound on the inner front wall. The fill was exquisite, but I wanted feel of your whole body on me. I needed pressure not just between my legs, but also above them, on my stomach and my chest and my arms.

I pushed up to my elbows. There you crouched, like a child, intense with a game of marbles, perhaps. Had my eyes adjusted? I could make out your form. Your hands took my hips, preventing me for pulling away.

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Shawna slept in her brother’s powerful arms. She always felt safe with him. She felt like the world, with it’s cold and cruel intolerance couldn’t touch her when Jacob held her. This was what made Shawna the happiest, not the hot mind blowing sex, just the warmth and safety of his embrace.

Jacob woke and gently disengaged from Shawna. He quietly got dressed and headed out to work. When Jacob arrived at the feed mill he noticed Chris’s delivery truck was already gone. This was odd because Chris usually waited around drinking coffee until Jacob arrived to chat and make plans for hunting and stuff.

Jacob started his day and waited for Chris to return so he could talk to him. While Jacob was in the back pulling an order Chris got back and clocked out and headed home. Jacob didn’t know until he saw Chris’s delivery truck parked around the side of the main building. This bothered Jacob because he really wanted to talk to Chris. He decided he would go over to his house and talk to him after work.

Chris came through the door at home and saw his mom sitting at the kitchen table. He put his head down and tried to go past her to his room without acknowledging her. She stopped him.

“Chris, aren’t you even going to say hello to me?” she inquired.

Chris huffed, “Hello mom. I was just in a hurry to get my stuff together. I’ll be camping out at my place for the next few days. I just need some time to myself.”

“I thought it was something like that.” Vivian said. “I put your camping gear all together in the garage and I packed extra clothes in your back pack. You’ll have to get your own food together though, I just didn’t know what all you would want.”

“Thanks mom. How did you know I was going camping? I know I haven’t said anything.” Chris said.

“You get distant and withdrawn every month like this Chris. I guess I’m getting used to it. I wish you could talk to me about what’s going on with you. You know I might be able to help. Your last deployment changed something inside you son and it’s got me worried. Why don’t you let me in? You know I will love you no matter what.” Vivian made her usual plea.

“Mom I just can’t talk about it with you. You wouldn’t understand. Hell I don’t even fully understand it myself. Just leave it alone for now. Until I get a handle on what’s happening I really can’t talk about it.” Chris said looking upset.

Vivian decided to drop it but she wasn’t giving up. “Ok son you go camping and I’ll just wait and worry. I just don’t understand why you feel compelled to spend so much time alone.”

Chris was thankful that his mother was so patient. He breathed a big sigh of relief when it was evident that she would press him no further. He grabbed his backpack from the garage and tossed it in his pickup and headed out to his place in the country. Vivian noticed he didn’t take any food.

When Chris retired from the army he took the money his mother had saved for him and bought six hundred and forty acres of good land about twenty miles out of town. The place had the Sam Bass creek as it’s southern border. This was the main tributary to the lake. There was lots of wild game. He had deer, turkey, wild hogs, Axis deer, squirrel, and rabbit, dove and quail.

Chris loved his place. He had a few head of cattle and some goats on it. He was planning on building a cabin that he could stay in some day. For now he just slept out on the ground next to a campfire. As he drove his thoughts turned darker. He could feel the beast within him straining to get out. He desperately needed to control it or get rid of it all together.

Jacob knocked on the door at Chris’s house and waited. Vivian opened the door and smiled warmly at Jacob and said, “Come in Jacob dear. I’m afraid you just missed Chris. He went to his place in the country to camp out.. He said he needed some time alone.”

Jacob looked a little disappointed, so Vivian said, “Could you do me a huge favor? Chris left without taking a thing to eat. Would you mind very much taking a care package to him if I put it together right quick?”

Jacob smiled, “Of course Mrs. Miller I would be happy to take it out to him. I wanted to talk to him anyway.”

“Please Jacob call me Vivian. It makes me feel old when you call me Mrs. Miller.”

“Well you don’t look old, Vivian. In fact you don’t look as old as my mom.”

“You better watch it Mr., flattery like that will get you everywhere.” Vivian said flirtingly.

Jacob thought to himself, “Oh my god, she’s so hot, and she’s flirting with me!”

Vivian went to the kitchen to put together the care package for her son. She was wearing a short bath robe. She had put it on hoping to distract Chris from going camping. She now used it to her advantage. While she moved about the kitchen she put on a little show for Jacob. She constantly let the top of her robe fall open, giving the young stud glimpses of her beautiful breasts. When she needed to reach for something low she made sure she pointed her ass amatör porno directly at Jacob. The lace thong panties she wore offered little coverage. Jacob got more than an eye full.

The effect of Vivian’s show was evident in Jacob’s pants. Vivian smiled when she saw the straining bulge in Jacob’s pants. She got the step stool out of the pantry and set it up so she could reach something on the top shelf. She climbed to the top step and still had to stretch to reach the mess kit she wanted to send her son. As she reached for it she gave Jacob a very clear view of her wares.

She bobbled a little. Jacob moved closer just in case. Then she fell backwards into his strong arms. She smiled and said, “Good catch young man. You saved me from injury for sure. You can put me down now, if you want.”

Jacob held her and thought about it for a moment. It was a moment too long. Vivian kissed him full on the lips. She pressed her tongue into his mouth. He accepted her tongue willingly. They broke their kiss and looked each other in the eye for a few seconds. Neither of them needed to say another word. They both knew what they wanted and they also knew what was going to happen next.

Jacob carried Vivian into her bedroom and sat her on her bed. Vivian undid Jacob’s pants and pulled them down. When Jacob’s hard swollen member sprung free of it’s confinement Vivian took it into her mouth. She was well practiced at the art of swallowing oversized cock because of her son’s enormous member. Jacob was about the same size as Chris.

Vivian had Jacob’s cock all the way down her throat in no time. She made good eye contact while sucking his cock. Jacob marveled at the beauty of Vivian’s older body. She dropped her robe and was on her knees bobbing her head hard on Jacob’s cock. Jacob continued to undress as his manhood was being assaulted by Vivian’s ravenous mouth.

Jacob didn’t want to come too soon so he stopped Vivian before he lost it. He pulled her to her feet. They kissed and Jacob noticed the taste of his own pre-come on her lips. It didn’t bother him like he used to think it would.

Vivian laid on the bed and slid her panties off exposing her smooth pussy. She looked longingly at Jacob. Jacob approached her with his huge member swinging out in front of him. The vision of Jacob with his hairless body excited her beyond belief. As Jacob got closer he under hooked both of Vivian’s legs. He brought them up and held her ankles to his shoulders. He reached down with one hand and rubbed his cock up and down her wet slit.

Vivian moaned at the touch of Jacob’s hard cock. Her juices were freely flowing. She took a sharp breath as Jacob pressed into her pussy stretching her open. With her ankles on his shoulders his angle was perfect for his helmet to rub across the washboard of her g-spot. Her whole body shook with every stroke.

His style of love making was so very different from that of her son. Jacob was patient and considerate of his partner’s needs and desires. Chris was all brute force and pounding. She loved her son, the bull, but Jacob’s way was a refreshing break.

Jacob was taking his time, he changed tempos, and angles. He prolonged his love making by occasionally pulling all the way out. Then he would raise Vivian’s ass up to his mouth and lick her pussy and suck her clit. He used his mouth on her tits. He paid attention to his lover’s responses and adjusted his focus accordingly.

Vivian was breathing hard and moaning to his every manipulation. She rapidly approached orgasm. As she began to come, Jacob pulled half way out, took his thumb and rubbed Vivian’s clit. He rapidly thrust short strokes that perfectly rubbed across her g-spot. Vivian’s orgasmic spasms continued as long as Jacob kept going. He kept going until Vivian couldn’t come anymore.

Jacob hadn’t come, but he saw that Vivian was satisfied and he stopped. He pulled out and smiled proudly at Vivian. Jacob began to get dressed to Vivian’s astonishment. She had never been with a man before that would finish without having an orgasm himself. Not even her son, who she loved dearly, would deny his own pleasure for hers. Jacob was the most unselfish lover she had ever had.

When Jacob was dressed he helped Vivian into her robe and panties. She thought to herself, “How remarkable, here is a young man who puts things back the way he found them when he gets finished with them.” Vivian said, “Let me get that care package together for you Jacob dear. I don’t want to delay you any further.” Then she kissed him with tenderness and passion. She whispered, “Thank you so much. You’ve made me feel wonderful. I hope I can do the same for you soon.”

Jacob smiled and said, “You know I’m in love with Shawna. I just thought you should know. I don’t want you to get any ideas that might complicate things between her and I.”

Vivian thought he was sweet for declaring his love for Shawna. She held her finger to Jacob’s lips to silence him. She said, “Don’t worry Jacob anal porno darling. I am very much in love with my Chris. I have no unrealistic expectations about you and I. You are a wonderful lover. I would love to enjoy your talents again from time to time is all.”

With the care package in hand Jacob headed out to his truck. He waved goodbye to Vivian and went to find his friend. He cursed the approaching nightfall. It got dark so early in November. He had asked Vivian to call his mom or Shawna to let them know where he was going. He didn’t want them to worry about him.

Vivian dialed the number.

“Hello.” Carol Ann said.

“Hi. Carol Ann this is Vivian. I’m just calling to let you know Jacob is taking some food and things out to Chris. He is camping out at his place in the country. He left without taking any provisions. Jacob didn’t want you to worry.”

“Will he be staying out there overnight as well or should we expect him back tonight?”

“No he will be back tonight. Often when Chris goes out there it’s because he needs to be alone. This is one of those times.”

“Thank you for calling Vivian. We’ll watch for him to come in then. Goodbye”

“Can we talk mother to mother? I feel a connection to you and I would love to become more than just friends.” Vivian said.

“Of course Vivian. I thought we were already more than friends after what transpired between us. Don’t you think?”

“I do Carol Ann. I believe we have a lot in common. For instance we both are in love with our own sons.” Vivian said.

Carol Ann responded, “This is true, but it’s more than that. I believe we are kindred spirits. We know we can’t keep our sons forever. We eventually have to let them go make families of their own. When that happens I hope we can turn to each other for comfort and companionship.”

“I would like that very much. The thought of Chris moving on with his life both frightens and saddens me. Having you in my life may make it a little less difficult.” Replied Vivian.

“How was he Vivian?” Carol Ann asked. “How was the sex with my Jacob?” She had just finished the math in her head and figured that Jacob was at Vivian’s house for over two hours. She knew her son had serviced her new friend.

Vivian couldn’t deny it. She also couldn’t contain the excitement in her voice when she answered. “Oh my god! He was magnificent! I have never experienced such a generous lover.”

“Did he give you the prolonged orgasm or the extremely intense one?” Carol Ann asked just as excited as Vivian.

“The prolonged. I didn’t know there was an extremely intense one. What’s that like?” Vivian bubbled.

“I’ll tell you this, the very first time he did it to me, I passed out from the pure pleasure of it. That’s no shit.” Carol Ann told her friend. “Maybe we can get together and have some four or even five way fun with the guys some time.”

“Oh I would like that. I think we all would. Tell Shawna she has nothing to fear from Chris. He is into guys. Her penis won’t be a problem for him.” Vivian said.

“I’m so glad we had this talk Vivian. I have needed someone like you in my life. You and I understand each other.”

“The feeling is mutual I assure you. We make a good pair Carol Ann.”

The two women talked for a while longer and then said their goodbyes.

When Carol Ann hung up the phone Shawna came into the kitchen and asked, ” Who was that?”

“It was Vivian she called to tell me that Jacob would be coming home later tonight. He’s taking some stuff out to Chris at his place in the country.”

Shawna looked scared. She said frantically, “I don’t like it mom. He’s in danger! I had a dream that Chris was hunting Jacob. We need to go stop him mom! Something terrible is going to happen mom I just know it.

Carol Ann could see that Shawna was genuinely upset. She tried to calm her. “Calm down Shawna. I’m sure it was just a dream. Chris and your brother are good friends. I don’t think Chris would hurt Jacob. You’re over reacting to a dream.”

“No mom. Jacob had the same dream.” Shawna said still alarmed.

That got Carol Ann’s attention. She knew that shared dreams were very rare. She had Shawna relate the whole story of their shared dream. After listening carefully to Shawna Carol Ann decided to go to Vivian with it.

Shawna and Carol Ann hopped it the truck and drove over to the good side of town. When Vivian answered the door she was a little surprised to see them. She invited them in and had them sit down.

Carol Ann told Vivian about Shawna’s premonition and how her and her brother had shared the dream. After listening to Carol Ann, Vivian thought for a moment then she said carefully choosing her words. “There may be something to Shawna’s concern. I have concerns of my own about Chris. When he came home and retired from the army six years ago he was changed. There is something different about him but I can’t wrap my head around it. He seems almost animalistic. He anal breakers porno won’t talk about it. All I know is he spends time alone like this every month.

“Oh my god, is Jacob in danger like I dreamed?” Shawna gasped.

Vivian said, in a very calm tone, “No child, Chris has a huge crush on your brother. I’m sure he wouldn’t hurt him.”

Shawna wasn’t at all convinced. She looked terrified for Jacob. “Well can we at least go out there and try and find them?” she asked.

Carol Ann said, “It’s already dark outside and we don’t know anything about the place. We would just be wandering around in the dark. We would probably get lost ourselves. All we can do is go home and wait.”

Shawna was crushed by her mother’s decision. She was so scared for her brother that she decided to take action on her own. As soon as opportunity presents itself she would head out there and find her brother.

Carol Ann and Shawna bid farewell to Vivian with promises of staying in contact. Carol Ann drove home with no conversation from Shawna. She was obviously upset with her mother. As they went into the house Carol Ann tried to reassure Shawna that every thing would be alright. Shawna said nothing.

Jacob got out of his truck and opened the gate. He drove through and closed the gate behind him. Then he tried to figure out where his friend might go to camp out. He knew he would go somewhere near water. Unfortunately that didn’t narrow it down that much. There were several stock tanks and the creek. He figured he should drive along the creek first. The sun was down but there was still some light in the sky. It was fading to black fast.

As he went around a bend he saw Chris’s campfire up ahead near a grove of giant live oaks. He started to drive straight for it then realized that the bend in the creek was between him and the fire. He carefully drove around the bend weaving between the mesquites he picked his way over to his friend.

Chris was alarmed at the intrusion on his privacy. He stood with rifle in hand. He faded back into the shadows so he wouldn’t be silhouetted by the fire or lit up by the headlights. When he could clearly see it was Jacob’s truck he came out and greeted his friend.

“What the hell are you doing out here? You came close to being shot as a trespasser.” Chris said in a friendly tone.

“You’re mom sent me out here with some food. She was worried you would go hungry. I also wanted to talk to you. I got the feeling you were avoiding me.” Jacob noticed a couple of squirrels on a spit roasting over the fire. Well he didn’t need the food, that much was obvious Jacob thought.

“I appreciate the food, but I really need to be alone for a few days,” Chris said.

“I just want to talk about us Chris. I need clarification about the nature of our relationship. If we’re just friends then that’s fine. But if we are more than friends I want to know.” Jacob said as he walked up to the fire.

Chris looked pained. He said, “I don’t know what we are to each other Jacob. I know I’m attracted to you. Are you ok with that?”

“Yeah, I actually like it. I am attracted to you too. I would have never admitted that three years ago. Things have changed a lot for me in the last few years. I guess you know about Shawna?” Jacob said.

“My mom told me. I would have never guessed just looking at her. She is so feminine, and so very beautiful. You love her don’t you?” Chris said.

“Yes I do. I love her with my whole heart. She is a very special person. I think she has feelings for you somehow. Or she did, that may have changed.” Jacob said.

“Changed how so?”

Jacob explained the dream he and Shawna had shared. Chris turned as white as a sheet. He jumped to his feet and said, “You need to go. I need you to leave now. I had the exact same dream you are in danger from me. I can’t explain it to you right now but I will in a couple of days. For your own safety I need you to leave.”

“I don’t understand? Why would I be in danger from you. I was hoping I could camp out with you tonight. Tell me why I’m in danger from you or I don’t believe you.” Jacob said stubbornly.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I did tell you. Just go home and I’ll see you in a couple of days.”

“No, I won’t go until you tell me.” Jacob said. He stood with his arms folded showing his stubborn streak.

“Fine. I’ll tell you but if you don’t believe me, I’ll kick your ass. I don’t tolerate being called a liar. You have to leave after I tell you. Understand?” Chris said.

Jacob nodded.

(On my last deployment I was mistaken for one of several volunteers. These guys were given injections that was supposed to reach into their souls and draw out their animal spirits. The whole thing was illegal and not sanctioned by the Army. A private sector company was responsible for the whole mess.

I was given the same injection. The people running the experiment thought it had no effect on me. The others weren’t so lucky if you could call it that. The others had horrific side affects. They began to change it was horrible. They were grotesque, monstrous even. They began writhing in agony and screaming. A young female lieutenant saw what was going on and reported the whole thing to the general.

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The library had been pretty uneventful in the months following my encounter with the stranger in the stacks. Things were back to normal much to my dismay. The stacks were quiet and empty once again and I began working more at the front desk hoping to catch the stranger entering the library. I was sure I would catch some glimmer of recognition in his eyes and know instantly that it was him that afternoon. I thought maybe he had returned but was unable to find me. There are after all several floors to the library. My eyes jumped up as if by reflex every time someone walked through the entrance.

I began to think that maybe my mystery lover in the stacks had been just a one-time thing. Or worse, a figment of my imagination. It was like a dream that had seemed all too real at the time, but, looking back on it, was actually quite impossible. As time went by, my hopes that he would return and ravish me again began to dwindle until I had nearly forgotten about the incident all together.

Until Tuesday.

“Sara, would you mind shelving the books for me today? I need to leave early for a doctor’s appointment and Rachel asked if she could man the desk. Do you mind?” Brian asked.

“Sure, no problem” I said even though I did mind. Things were slow today. There weren’t many patrons, it being a sunny Tuesday afternoon, so I was just reading a book at the front desk with the occasional interruption when someone wanted to check something out. Shelving required actual physical work. Not to mention I would be standing for the rest of the afternoon. But I couldn’t refuse. Rachel had been doing most of the shelving for the past few days and I felt guilty.

I grabbed a cart full of non-fiction books. I figured the non-fiction floors would be quieter, less patrons asking me annoying questions and it would be easier for me to daydream. The bad wheel on the right side of the front of the cart kept pulling it to the right and I struggled to keep the cart moving straight as I headed to the elevator. A man was already waiting there and he looked over at me as I wheeled the cart in his direction. My first thought was that he was not bad looking for an older guy. Not that old, but old enough – I’d say late 30s, early 40s. He smiled and his green eyes seemed warm and welcoming. And he had that dark brown wavy hair and pale skin combination that I loved. After quickly making eye contact and smiling in that Hi-I’m-waiting-for-the-elevator-too kind of way, he nervously looked back up at the numbers above the elevator indicating which floor it was on. I could sense that he was anxious as the elevator numbers slowly counted down to our floor and I found it adorable that I could make a man who was probably old enough to be my father as nervous as a teenage boy in the presence of the homecoming queen. I smiled a bit to myself and I think he happened to glance over at me as I did this and caught me. As if it were contagious, a smiled curled up the edges of his mouth too.

The elevator door slid open and a little old woman with silver tufts of hair popping up all over her head and glasses that indicated she must be as blind as a bat without them waddled out. I looked over at the man who had been standing beside me to see if he would make the first move to get onto the elevator or if he would let me go first with the cart. As I had expected, he did the gentlemanly thing and, with a smile, ushered me stranded teens porno on to the elevator. I smiled back and with some resistance from the book cart managed to squeeze into the tiny elevator. I pushed the cart all the way to the left leaving only a few feet for both the green-eyed man and myself to stand next to one another. I could have positioned the cart differently so that we wouldn’t have to stand so close, but I decided against it. In that split second as I got onto the elevator I decided I wanted the possibility of accidentally touching him. I wanted to be able to smell his skin, the starch in his shirt, his aftershave. As he stepped onto the elevator after me I wondered if he realized what I had done.

I reached past him and pressed 6. He watched my finger press the button and then, with only a brief hesitation, pressed 7. The door closed and slowly began its ascent. We both stood there silently, looking up at the floor numbers flicker at each floor, not knowing where else to look. He moved, changing his weight from his left leg to his right. In the process, his upper arm brushed against mine. My body suddenly felt a rush of warmth as if I had just done a shot of whiskey. I suddenly became aware of my breasts as I inhaled deeply. Out of the corner of my eye I could tell that he noticed them too. I was wearing an angora v-neck sweater that dipped to just above the center part of my bra. From the right angle, my black lace bra and the inner curve of my breasts were clearly visible. I wondered how much he could see. I wondered if there was anything I could do to let him see more. My nipples, sensing all the attention my breasts were getting decided to get firm and steal the show.

I could tell he was getting fidgety and the silence was not making anything any more comfortable. Just when I thought the tension could not get any more unbearable, the elevator stopped at my floor. He smiled somewhat uncomfortably and stepped off the elevator so that I could wheel the cart out. As he got back in the elevator and turned around, the expression on his face was one of relief as though he had been holding his breath the entire time and was finally free to exhale. I was a little disappointed the elevator ride had ended so abruptly, but I had work to do.

I pushed the book cart to the last aisle and began shelving. The floor was empty, as I had expected. Even the adorable little study nook that was hidden on the floor all the way in the back here was empty. Usually, you have to get here early to claim this little piece of privacy with its large wooden desk and old-fashioned green leather chair.

Ten or fifteen minutes passed before I heard anyone else on the floor. The footsteps were heading straight towards the back where I was working and I turned around to see who would be keeping me company. As the person reached the last bookshelf and his face came into view I couldn’t help but grin to myself. His eyes quickly turned towards me and we made eye contact for a few seconds. He didn’t seem surprised to see me, and he gave me a friendly smile as he headed towards the study nook. I distractedly went back to shelving books, all the while stealing quick glimpses of him poring over some book and watching him out of the corner of my eye. I stole glances of his dark brown hair, his crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up revealing his well-toned student sex parties porno forearms, his slate gray pants, and his black shoe-covered feet crossed and curled beneath the chair. After several minutes passed, I realized that he had yet to turn the page of the book he was reading. I wondered if he was even reading the book at all. I curiously looked over at him, ignoring subtlety and stealth. He noticed me staring at him and looked back at me. For a moment we both just stared at each other like we were competing is some sort of visual game of Chicken, trying desperately not to be the first to look away. I lost.

A few seconds later, he pushed his chair back away from the desk and stood up. He walked over towards me and stopped within a few feet of me. I was afraid to look at him and I tried to continue shelving as though he weren’t there, unsuccessfully of course. I detected something vaguely familiar in his voice as he muttered “‘Excuse me.” He reached his arm out in front of me for a book that was just above my head and slowly pulled it off the shelf. He held the book in his hands, but instead of looking at it, his gaze focused on me. I couldn’t resist it any longer and I looked over at him, into his olive green eyes.

He reached up with his right hand and placed it on my cheek, letting his thumb rub over my raspberry colored lips. He bent down and kissed me, pressing his firm lips against my waiting mouth. I felt his tongue gently dip into my mouth and flick against the tip of my tongue. I stopped resisting and put my right hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer to me. His tongue moved deeper into my mouth, thrashing with mine, and he let the book he was holding fall to the ground with a loud thud. We slowly turned so my back was up against the bookcase and he pressed his body up against me. We were kissing voraciously and, as if by instinct, I began to lift my right leg and wrap it around him. The folds of the cotton twill of his pants tickled the inside of my naked thigh sending jolts of electricity through my body.

His lips began traveling down my neck to my chest to the skin at the edge of the neckline of my sweater and finally, he pulled the sweater down to reveal my breasts that were eagerly waiting to feel his hot tongue on them. My hand – still on the back of his head – became nestled in his soft hair and I pressed him against me more firmly as he sucked one nipple and then the next.

My pussy was aching for him and I could feel my panties dampening beneath the rose-colored pencil skirt I was wearing. Being pressed against the bookcase was becoming increasing uncomfortable and I gently nudged him in the direction of the study nook. He understood and stopped what he was doing to follow me to where he had been sitting only moments ago pretending to read.

I sat down on the wooden desk, hiked up my skirt a bit and spread my legs apart. He moved in between them and began kissing me passionately again. I lifted my legs up and rested my high-heeled feet on the arms of the chair, enclosing him. His lips found their way back down to my chest, but this time, he decided that rather than negotiate with my sweater, he would just remove it entirely. He peeled the sweater off of me and tossed it in the corner revealing my breasts, which were only just barely being contained by my bra. He cupped each breast submissive cuckolds and squeezed them gently, rubbing his thumbs over the nipples through the lace of my bra. I grabbed one of his hands, which caught him by surprise and moved it down to the juices that had soaked through my panties. His fingertips began kneading my clit through the wet fabric and I couldn’t help but moan. This seemed to cause something to explode within him and he instantly pulled open his belt and began to undo his fly. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt and reached my hands in to the well-defined chest lying beneath. My hands wandered over his chest until I knew he was completely unzipped. I then moved my hands down and around him to his back and slid his pants and boxers down over his ass.

He pulled my soaking wet panties off of me and dipped one and then two fingers deep inside me. My pussy was begging for his cock and my small, quick moans were his cue that I couldn’t stand waiting any longer. He pulled his fingers out of me and slid his hard cock in deep. The wet, velvety walls of my pussy enveloped him as he began thrusting in and out of me, gradually increasing speed. My feet arched as he began slamming into me and my fingers were digging into his back, clenching him tighter each time he rammed into me. My bare ass against the desk felt so good and I couldn’t believe this was happening… again!

Suddenly, he kicked the chair back behind him and pushed me down flat on the table, shoving the book he had been looking at onto the floor. He climbed on top of me, pulled my skirt up some more and continued fucking me on top of the desk. My thighs were trembling now as I wrapped my legs around him. He was kissing me ravenously, his chest pressed against my breasts, his hands holding my arms down over my head at the wrists, his throbbing cock furiously pounding at my dripping pussy. I could feel the wave of release begin to rise deep within me. He could hear in my breathing that I was close. He kept going, faster and harder. I couldn’t contain it any longer. The orgasm washed over me, sending shivers throughout my body. A second later I could feel him coming too. He stayed inside me for a moment and gently kissed me before slowly pulling out.

He pulled up his pants and patted his pockets as though he’d lost something. Finally, he pulled out a small white cotton handkerchief from his left pocket and handed it to me, somewhat sheepishly, for me to clean up. I smiled at this and took the handkerchief from him. He finished zippering up his pants and buttoning his shirt as I recovered my panties and slid back into my sweater. We both straightened our hair and he leaned down to pick up the book that he had pushed onto the floor. He placed it back on the desk next to me and we looked at each other and smiled devilishly. I recognized something then as I stared into his eyes. Could this be the same man as the last time?

Suddenly, we heard footsteps echoing through the stacks heading in our direction. I quickly smoothed down my skirt making sure it was in place and darted for the book that was lying on the floor where the green-eyed man had dropped it. A little old woman rounded the corner and spotted me.

“Oh, miss! I’m glad you’re here. I can’t seem to find…” Her words just trailed off as I watched the green-eyed man behind her smile at me and walk off down the aisle towards the doorway and out to the elevator. The old woman hadn’t even seen him and just continued yammering on.

“Excuse me! Are you even listening to me?” The little old woman was annoyed and scrunched up her bubblegum-pink-painted lips in frustration, waking me from my trance.

I sighed. “I’m sorry. What was it you were looking for?”

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I had a good and happy life by the age of 25. I had got myself an electrical engineer’s job and quarters, had good pay and my own car.

My family had been looking for a girl for me to get married to for the last few years. I was also looking for my marriage as it was one way out for my sexual life and activities.

So I went for typical Indian arranged marriage as per my parents’ wishes.

I remember the first time I met my mother in-law Manju. She had been invited to my parent’s house for tea and snacks. She was 38 at the time; she looked more like a 26 year old. Manju had long flowing black hair, white creamy skin, and hour glass figure with 38D chest. She was wearing a light colored cream sari and blouse and her full bosomed chest was self evident.

This woman oozed her sexuality. She was gorgeous and my words do not do her justice. I could see the wry smiles my father was giving his legs crossed obviously hiding his own erection from chatting to this living goddess of beauty.

My first impression was that Manju was one of the girls that my parents had been interviewing to see if she was suitable for me. My parents introduced me to her so I said hello and smiled at her warmly and then left the room, when I was told to do so, trying at best to hide my huge erection of my penis from both our guest and my parents!

I wanted to know more about Manju and so I eavesdropped on their conversation. I found out that Manju was not in fact a potential wife but she was mother of Rashmi my bride to be. My photo had already been shown to Rashmi and she had already agreed to get married to me as long as I was also interested in her and that her mother Manju could live with us. I also found out that Manju was a widow since the age of 26 and was Head Clerk in government organization.

After she had left my parents had began to discuss some minor matters before they called me. They showed me Rashmi’s photo. I nearly felt that Rashmi had clearly inherited her mother’s good looks as well as her 38 chest.

I didn’t hesitate and told my parents then and there that we should go see this girl tonight and get engaged. When they asked if I would mind if Rashmi’s mother were to stay in my spare room of my quarters I taboo heat porno said that I did not mind that told that I had no objection even if had to hire a another house

My parents were extremely happy. Suffice to say I got married to Rashmi and our wedding night was incredible. We fucked for hours up until the early hours of the morning. Well sex makes me extremely thirsty and gives me a huge appetite.

It was about early morning 3.30 hours on our wedding night and after hours of great sex admiring Rashmi’s naked curvaceous ass from our bedroom doorway I headed for the kitchen. On arriving in the kitchen I got a massive erection of penis

Manju stooped over the Kitchen Gas stove her huge breasts exposed through her flimsy blouse squatting unladylike on the kitchen floor in only her sari blouse and petticoat was rolling out. Her hair normally tied up was now fully open. Her boobs jiggled as she rolled out the making tea.

My half pant immediately tented as I watched her breasts wobble from side to side, her legs wide open the sari petticoat tight on her shapely thighs following the curves of her big ass.

This time unlike the first time I met her I did not try to hide my erection. I walked up to her my erect penis just inches away from her sweating face.

What are you doing I asked getting a much better glimpse of her over exposed breasts.

As she looked up her hand rising to wipe of some of the sweat that had accumulated on her face she accidentally brushed my groin, immediately making my cock strain harder against my half pant. Her eyes instantly drew to my cock as she spoke. I thought you might be hungry she said licking her lips at the sight of my straining cock.

I couldn’t believe this was happening was one of my deepest fantasies going to come true. Ever since I had met Manju for that first time I had dreamt of making love to her. But not in my wildest dreams did I think I was going to have her on my wedding night of all nights.

I adjusted myself so now I could feel her hot breath on my throbbing cock.

I carefully answered her question. You must be very hungry too please eat something. Very she said I have not eaten for years. Feast then I said teach that bitch porno feast on what is aching in front of you. She did not wait for anymore idle innuendos. Her hot breath had made my cock twitch in anticipation and when she lifted my half pant and she saw my 9 inches of manhood standing tall and proud reacting to each hot breath of hers. She gasped I never eaten such big meat, Rashmi’s father was so small. Before she could say anything else I shoved my aching cock into her soft wet mouth her red moist lips instantly gripping round the girth of my shaft. Mmm she choked.

She gently began working the length of my cock varying the strength of her sucks. My mind was going numb with pleasure, the fireworks in my groin was unbelievable. My hands had now cupped both of her milky breasts as I began thrusting into the back of her throat. She responded by jiggling her fingers through my balls with one hand whilst massaging my ass cheeks with her other. With her continuous lavish attention to my cock, balls and ass it was not long before I came stream after stream of hot sticky cum deep into her mouth. She drank every drop like a starving whore, licking the excess cum dripping from the sides of her mouth. My cock was still hard after she had drunk her fill.

She smiled as I lifted her petticoat to find her pant less pussy soaking wet. I licked her slit with animal passion. Manju went into hysterics of climatic orgasms. The years of sexual frustration finally over, her tears of joy streaming down her face as I took her from one platform of ecstasy to another. I had raised her leg over one of my shoulders whilst she used support from the kitchen wall. She in no way hid her feelings of pleasure screaming in ecstasy, OH OHOhohohooh anil anil Ohhohhoohoh!!!!!! Im Cumming him cumming oh please oh please OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

She grabbed my hair grinding my face deep into her pussy. Her clit was red and sore from my attention. She had not felt this much pleasure in years. Her convulsing stopped her back arching as my face was sprayed with her warm love juices. Wasting no time I made her clean my face with her tongue making her taste her own pussy juices which she clearly relished. teem skeet porno Her eyes then focused onto my cock as I gently inserted my erection into her eagerly waiting cunt gasping almost like my wife as if taken for the very first time. She watched transfixed as each inch of my manhood entered her wet pussy.

She grabbed me tight, forcing her back harder against the wall for support, lifting her legs of the ground, grinding her heels deep into the recesses of my ass. Urging my thrusting buttocks to thrust harder. She began moaning in my ears oooohhhh fuck oooooooo me oooohhhhh fuck me oooooooooh fuck my pussy ohhhohhhohhh my darling my love ohhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! I began thrusting harder the more she moaned. The pleasure was so intense it was almost like I was on some drug. My hands kneaded her so soft breasts tweaking at her hardened nipples before hungrily sucking them. My body stirred with electricity as I shoot my load, Manju’s screams echoing of the kitchen walls. My deep final thrusts making the kitchen wall shake violently knocking over some of the steel plates

We stood there entwined for a while before we started kissing passionately. I lifted her in my arms and headed for the spare room. There we made love until 9.00 am. Exhausted but still horny as hell thinking about what I had been doing all morning I slumped back into bed with my wife Rashmi. She herself was now beginning to waken her naked body pressing against mine. She slowly began to kiss me all over before heading down to my cock covered in her mom’s juices. The thought of her greedily sucking my cock tasting her mums juices gave me an instant erection and seeing her face as she sucked my cock I could see she was enjoying it more than usual as she really was enjoying the taste of her mother’s juices. I just lay back and enjoyed myself.

Later Rashmi had told me that she had heard us making love and she had approved. She did not mind sharing her husband as her mother was still very young and sympathized with her that she had not had a man in over 10 years. That was hard to believe since she was so beautiful. But anything is possible and the entire plan of Mother and Daughter to stay together after Rashmi’s marriage was to ensure that even Manju had her sexual desire satisfied by Rashmi’s husband and in fact had I not taken interest in my mother in law she planned to seduce

I have now 4 children two illegitimate from Manju and 2 from Rashmi. There is no jealously between mother and daughter and frankly I feel like the luckiest man in the world.

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