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I laid there in a state. His state. Well, it’s his fault I was in this state…Whatever. I was mad at him. Really, I was mad at myself. I could smell the gallon of rum he’d consumed over the night’s train of bars we attended from the other side of the hotel room where I laid. The chasm of space between our double beds seemed farther with every glance at him. Derrick slept exactly in the position I left him. His shins dangled from the bottom of the bed so the soles of his shoes could barely brush the gray off white carpet. Derrick’s black button-down shirt was a wrinkled mess and was untucked from his jeans. I knew Derrick would never sleep like this- especially in front of me. The straight and sturdy, wrinkle free, and articulate monster I knew as my boss had more luggage just to hold and organize his grooming products than I had total for the week’s stay in New York City.

I had always known, of course, that he had a thing for me. Every woman who has her wits about her always knows, at least when it comes to the men whom they have no interest in, unfortunately. It’s a messy pile of awkwardness when the girl works with- for the guy, as well. There’s the ‘subtle’ hints of the over joyful greetings in the morning, followed by the almost forced ‘witty’ banter. Then the moment every woman around a guy she’s trying to friendzone dreads: the awkward-nervous break in the personal space boundaries. It was at this stage that most girls drop the obvious-to-us signs of bringing our boyfriend’s (or fake boyfriend’s) name into the conversation. Or forcing out sentences of ‘how you’re such a good friend,’ into the conversation. Of course, these obvious-to-us signs are usually misinterpreted and twisted in the horny-love struck minds of men as positive attention encouraging him to carry forth.

This conundrum of an awkward love game was ultimately women’s fault, I knew. We were the ones always encouraging men fight for our attention and love and whatever. But… I mean… Couldn’t the guy who fights for my attention at least drink beer and not a long island iced tea?? Don’t get me wrong, Derrick was excruciatingly nice and polite. He probably was the dream guy for most girls and should’ve been mine. He constantly went out of his way to help people with things- and not just me but strangers, too. Once he came into work with his suit drenched from the down pour outside because he decided to pull over and help a broken-down motorist push his car out of the road. Who does that? I don’t even help short people struggling to reach a can of food off the top shelf at the grocery store.

It was my fault, again for what lead to tonight’s transgressions because when Derrick had asked if I was okay with sharing a room on this week-long business trip, I of course said it was fine. In his eyes, it probably looked like I shot a love shaped flare across the starry sky to him. But all went fine during the week of the conference. Better than expected, actually, as we opened several more accounts than what we were marked to open. But it was not until beer number four with shot number two for me tonight, and long island number 5 and shot number 4 for Derrick that I realized this last night of celebratory drinks were supposed to be the lead in for him from business to pleasure.

The realization came not a moment too soon as all the liquor seemed to consume Derrick at once as I thanked him for paying for the drinks and he attempted to make a discombobulated joke about how his need to because of how beautiful I was. He was cute. Falling on each other (mostly me holding him up) I guided us to our uber as we drove back to the hotel room. Before moving to Chicago for a career move I was born and bred in the great state of Tennessee. That is to say, the South had prepared me well for a life of drinking. My college years consisted of many 6 packs hidden in my dorm rooms to be shared between my suite mates, or a cold night huddled beside a warm fire passing a half empty bottle of Tennessee whiskey between each other. Derrick… did not seem to receive the same level of education.

“You know? You have quite the pretty eye,” he said. “Two of thems actually.” His finger bounced towards my nose, maybe, but missed completely and only touched the back of the uber seat.

“Thanks,” I laughed taking his hand and putting it back in his lap.

“Oookay,” he said to himself as he interlocked his fingers in his lap.

Back at the hotel we had shared another whiskey at the mini bar while we laughed sitting on my bed. I’m not exactly sure how it happened. I think I pushed him some when he said something stupid then he pushed me back. I’m not sure but it ended with his lips on mine. I thought I stopped him right away. I swore I did. But now as I lie here thinking about it- remembering his soft hand sliding up the outside of my right bare thigh just inching up under my blue dress’s skirt. His fingers squeezing just at the fold of my ass cheek czech harem porno from my thigh. I think his hand was even down the neck of my dress for a moment- or I just fantasized that?

“Mmmyes- no, Derrick, no,” I said and felt Derrick’s lips and hands fall away instantly even though it took mine a minute to stop unbuttoning his shirt (was I unbuttoning his shirt? Oh god…).

“Mmsorry, I didn’t mean to,” he stumbled to his feet shaking his head. I giggled.

“It’s okay,” I steadied myself to my feet as my heels wobbled beneath me. “I dids it too. Just… you know we works together and all…”

“Right rightssnm,” Derrick nodded as he finished the minibar bottle of whiskey in his hand and looked lost at the ground standing in front of his bed.

“Here,” I giggled more at the cute-lost-puppy-dog look on his face as he swayed with his eyes barely open. I took the bottle from his hand and put it by the TV. I tried to guide him gently to the bed but he sort of just collapsed backwards. His arms going limp in a pile over his head and on his head. Instantly, asleep. I always envied those people who could sleep that hard.

I stared at him for what would have been an awkward minute had either of us been sober. Thick brown hair with just the right amount of premeditated 5 o’clock shadow on his face. He was cute, I admitted. He was skinny and probably 6’1 just taller than me. He never seemed muscular, though I never saw him without a shirt on. I reached down thoughtlessly and felt his chest just below where his shirt V’d and rubbed down to his stomach. He was not muscular, unfortunately, but he was not skin and bones either. Derrick felt toned like maybe a swimmer would feel. My eyes fell down to his lap where his stretched pants revealed something hard. His bulging member pointed at me aggressively. I looked at his eyes and heard his silent snore simultaneously. Looking back at the large bulge I found myself moving my long auburn hair to one side as if I was about to get down on my knees to taste him. I shook my head releasing the thought quickly. But still found myself biting my lip some as my hand reached out and like slowly wrapping my fingers around a door knob I felt his hard dick firm in my grip.

My hand rubbed down as far as his jeans allowed then rubbed back up. Lost in a trans I didn’t wake from until I saw a sleepish hand reach for me. His eyes still closed. He reached for my hips to pull me to him. I blinked as I retreated to my bed his hand staying in the air for a few moments, waiting for me to return. I lied there for a long moment watching his hand as my fingers restlessly played with my crucifix necklace around my neck.

Derrick’s hand finally fell to his lap. I watched his thumb and forefinger intermittently tug on his restrained penis. Every few minutes rounding the head until finally his hand fell to the side. I was a mess. My panties were already glued to my pussy as my thick toned thighs grinded in circles on each other. My bottom lip was getting raw from my teeth dragging over it again and again. My perky nipples pointed out through my white tip and fell to side from side with my breasts as I turned in bed.

I knew I had to take care of this urge if I had a hope of going to sleep tonight, and I thought about what toys, if any, I may have brought with me. But the idea of leaving my warm bed and stepping onto the freezing tile of the bathroom was sobering and nearly drove the horniness from my body. The thought crossed my mind to start touching myself right there. The ghost of a smile creeped onto the corner of my lips as I thought of how hot it would be to cum while my boss slept feet away. The sheer voyeuristic thrill had my heart beating faster.

My right hand slid between my thighs running up to my panties. They were wetter than I imagined. Drenched and stuck to my sex as I peeled them to the side. My fingers making wide messy circles on my lips as I already hear my juices squishing while I stared at Derrick’s hardon. It bobbed up and down flexing in his pants. I imagine his dreams being a hot porno with me being a star in it. My fingers slice into me as I allow one finger to go inside as I picture him waking up to see me fucking myself and my head goes swimming. The allure of him catching me exposed brings me waves of warmth down my spine through the small of my back, around my formed ass cheeks, and deep inside my pussy.

The thought of what would happen next drowned my mind. Images of him releasing his cock from those jeans and coming over here. I knew he wanted me. Two fingers enter my pussy. This body. It would be his fantasy to wake to this. It’s my fantasy right now. I pull my left breast from my already deepening cleavage, circling the nipple as I pump in and out of my pussy. Slight high-pitched moans shoot from my lips as imagine him feeding his cock into my pussy. I think about it stretching me as it pistons czech mega swingers porno in and out. In synch with my fingers. Out of nowhere the thought overwhelms me and instantly I’ve crossed the line of no return. My hips shake and my fingers wiggle inside my lips. The waves start crashing down on me as my eyes roll to the back of my head and a high scream is released from my lips My thighs shudder and shake and my hand is trapped between my thighs. The waves crash again and again as my body shakes periodically with them.

By the time I remember where I am my eyes open in a panic, worried my screams have woken Derrick. But alas, the only part of him that moved was the slight rise and fall of his chest. And of course, the throbbing cock in his jeans. Perhaps it was the alcohol getting the best of me. Or perhaps it was Derrick’s dick refusing to stop teasing me. Staring at it I still felt flush in the face and the warmth irradiating from my chest.

“Hmmmmmm…” I growled a whine like I was a little girl, again. Turning in the bed my thighs swiping past another.

I stood still wearing my one-inch heels and fell from one bed to the other, realizing I might be drunker than I thought and thinking maybe that’s a good thing for when the morning comes. It could be a way out of this potential future relationship. I crawled beside Derrick and instantly felt the heat coming from his body. My hand slid under his shirt and cupped his warm hips as I laid my head down on his chest looking up at him.

“Hey…” I whispered as my left hand rounded his cock then went to his belt undoing it. “Deeerrick…” I said playfully. My lips brushed the patch of hair near his naval. With a clink of his belt my fingers started working on his button and zipper as I inched my face closer to his. “Deeerrick hmhmmm…” I groaned as my left-hand pushed inside his undone pants and wrap around his thick cock through his boxers. My red lips hover over his as I repeat his name again, but receive only the slightest of groans from him. “Derrick?” I said louder with the smallest hint of concern in my voice. My hand ran the length of his cock over his boxers and he still wouldn’t wake. I knew about hard sleepers but this was a new level. My right hand shook his shoulders as I said his name again, but still no response. I sat beside him as he lied there oblivious to the world. My left rested on his thigh as my head slumped to the bed by his hips in defeat.

Short of maybe smacking him or tossing him out of the bed, I knew nothing would wake him from his liquor induced unconsciousness. As I considered these options I laid there listening to his slow deep breaths I stared at his hard cock sticking out from his peeled back jean front. I brought my hand back to his shaft and felt how hard thick he was as I went to the tip and back down. I inched closer, slinging my hair to one side so it flowed over his thighs as I looked up at him. Slowly, I lifted the band of his boxer and stretched them off of his shaft, revealing the wet slick head of his cock.

Maybe I can try to find a different way to wake him, I thought as I took his bare shaft in hand and felt his cock engorge in my hand. “Oh Derrick…” I said eyeing him as I licked from the base of his cock tracing all the way to tip and back down. Pressing his cock down to his belly I licked his shaft over and over as I rolled his balls gently in my warm palm. Slowly, I tongued each ball before wrapping my lips around it. I looked at the tip and saw an ooze of precum that I had to taste. My lips parted and dragged down his foreskin as my tongue circled his hole. Going deeper and deeper I pushed my head down his cock. I felt his shaft grow and harden. It flexed and strained between my lips. I felt a mad rush of adrenaline, the excitement was a new high of anticipation as I watched him still sleep. Knowing any moment, he could wake and fuck my brains out. Knowing he could just cum at any second because the feeling was just too good.

I moaned as my head bobbed on his dick, while my fingers worked wildly on my pussy. Unable to contain my urges I was glad to have his cock between my lips to keep me from moaning like a whore. I felt the juices dribbling down my thigh and knew I couldn’t wait any longer.

Prying my lips from the head of his dick, they made a wet and sweet smacking sound from the suction like I was teasing a lollipop. With a hand on each side of him I crawled up the bed positioning hips over his pulsing dick. My long auburn hair valed my face while the tips kissed his face as I hiked up my skirt. The slickness of my pussy coated the length of Derrick’s shaft as I arched my back dragging my hips down across him in slow motion. The high heels I wore hugged the outside of his legs. My breasts nearly exploded from my top as my arms pressed them together and up.

“Mmmm…” I closed my eyes as I felt his body subconsciously czech pool porno flex against my slit just as my lips reach the head of his dick. I felt his swollen head bulge and begged to enter me. I worked my ass in circles around the tip. “…yess…please…” The faintest words escaped my lips. My hair was strewn a mess across half my face but I no longer cared about any of that. Like a top circling the edges of the drain before falling in, I felt my fingers instinctively palpate the shaft of his engorged cock as I dropped myself on him.

The rush. The feeling. It was too much for the moment as I bent over panting in silence. I felt his cock fill me up and my muscles contract holding him inside me. My hips inched up only to fall again, “oh bab…”

With his eyes still shut I heard soft moans pushed from his lips as I looked down on him. Normally, when I sleep with a guy it’s a mad rush to the finish- mmmm. But now its more like fucking one of my toys- I can take my time. Fuck… I raised my head as I felt him flex inside me. Only better…

Looking down on him I rocked my hips in circles, grinding his flexed thick cock around inside my pussy. I let loose guttural groans when the point of his shaft poked a sensitive place and tried to keep it on there. Instincts took over and before I realized it my hips were riding him. Back and forth, my whole body contorted on his hard cock. I felt a sweat grow on my brow and pulled my shirt off flicking my hair to the side as I braced myself to the left for better leverage. My tan breasts heaved inches above Derrick’s face as I dropped on his cock. “Shit! Aahh!” I moaned as the sound of the working bed and the squishing of my juices filled the room.

My hips jolted back and forth, doing most of the work. “Ohmy- god!” I bit my lips as I made my ass bounce on his shaft. My skirt stretched to the point of tearing over my round ass. I dropped it hard on his cock, punishing my pussy. “Fuck fuck- fuuuuck!” I moaned while my eyes rolled to the back of my head. My right hand ran up my hips to my breast cupping and squeezing my hard nipple.

Then it happened. I felt hands on my hips. Hands that weren’t mine. If I hadn’t been so far gone, I might’ve stopped but I couldn’t. I stole a glance down to see Derrick’s eyes half open. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks as I fell onto him and I felt him push into me. “Oh god.” The words shot from my lips so unexpectedly my hand snapped to cover my mouth. “Oh nahh… Fuck I’msoclose!” The words ran together as one of his hands rose to my tits. I pushed into his grip as my cunt pushed down on his cock. My right hand brushed a handful of my hair from my face. Trapping it against my throat, my fingers wrapped around my neck as my lips opened to scream but no sound came free. Hunched over my thighs I began to spasm. My body froze but Derrick kept pumping his cock inside me. “Oh fuck,” the words jolted out. High pitched and panicked.

Every muscle I owned became dystonic while my eyes clenched shut and went wide at the same time. “Fuck I’m gonna cum! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” I screamed as my pussy spasmed around his shaft. My hips writhed on his shaft. My tits bounced wildly as my fuck toy jammed inside me and I tried to keep control of myself. My hair covered half my face as I cupped his hands tighter to me.

“Oh shhhhhit,” I gasped for air when my head fell to his chest. His dick continued to jam into my pussy as I gripped his neck and whimpered with every thrust. “Oh my god. Oh my…” I panted. “Jesus fucking… ohhh…” I felt the dribble of my milky cum down the crack of my ass to my thigh. After a few moments, Derrick relaxed and fell back in the coma of sleep he was in, and I was fast to follow as I slipped into exhausted unconsciousness on top of his rising and falling chest.

I awoke to the glaring sun jabbing at my eye lids. In a fuzzy haze of a mild hangover I turned to see Derrick asleep in his bed and under the covers. He and I must have woken up sometime during the night as I found myself back in my bed. My pussy still ached from last night’s fucking as I gathered my things for check out. We barely spoke as we finished packing. Me not because I was avoiding awkwardness. Him not because of his constant trips to the toilet to puke every few minutes. Finally, as we rolled our suit cases towards the hotel door, Derrick managed to ask what happened last night.

“Alcohol,” I joked. “What do you remember?” I asked as I tried to probe my mind for the finer details of last night as well.

Derrick rubbed his forehead for a moment, holding the door open for me. “Long islands… bars… more- too many long islands…”

“That’s it?” I asked trying not to give too much away with the tone of my voice. And in that moment, I remember the peacefulness I felt as I slipped away into sleep on his chest after I came. I also remember while falling into sleep his hard cock was still flexing inside me… begging for more…

“Yeah… well…” He started, looking to the floor. “Did we… we didn’t… I mean… Did you sleep okay last night?”

I gave him a devious smile as I walked by him, “I definitely did.”

Still flexing inside me after all last night… Maybe he would make a good fuck toy.

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“I am Jason and I am a sex addict.” I stood looking at my fellow members of SA. There was the usual murmur of ‘hello Jason’. “This is my first meeting and I guess I should tell you why I am here.” The older gentleman that ran the group gave me a smile and a nod. “This all started with my step daughter, well she wasn’t my step daughter at the time…” I paused collecting my thoughts. “…I was dating her mother and the little tease would wear the most provocative outfits around me.” Everyone leaned in and one girl actually licked her lips and winked at me. “It happened six months ago. I came home from work dripping wet from head to toe. My car had broken down on the way home and so I had to take a bus home. I had to walk to the bus stop in the pouring rain and then again from the bus stop to my house. To say I was in a bad mood would have been a huge understatement. I stripped at the front door leaving a puddle of water and a pile of soaked clothing; then I walked upstairs to the bathroom and took a hot shower. I toweled off and tied the towel around my waist and took the time to run a brush through my tussled hair. I took a deep breath and let out the anger and stress and decided to go down and spend time with my fiancé.” I paused and looked at the group. “Am I boring you?”

“Oh no!” said the old man who ran the group, “your story is quite interesting please continue.”

“Ok, where was I oh yeah I walked downstairs to my office and found her.” Again the girl licked her lips and winked.

***

“Kaela stands a little over five feet tall with long natural red hair that framed her heart shaped face. She had almond shaped green eyes that pierced you to the core. Pale freckles dotted her ivory skin that was barely covered with a half shirt and a mini skirt. The shirt and skirt were plastered to her like a second skin. Her hard nipples were easily seen through the drenched material. She was bent over my desk talking to her mom who was sitting shaking her head. I stayed in the doorway watching silently at the exchange between the two.”

“Jason is going to be furious! That puddle on the floor is going to cost you!”

“Nahhh, I’ll just bat my eyes and pout and he’ll just melt.”

“The cute thing may work on the boyfriend but Jason will tan your ass.”

“This ass will keep him in line just like all the other guys!” Kaela slapped her ass with a loud wet thwap to accentuate her point.

“We’ll see it’s a dangerous game you’re playing.” Kaela rolled her eyes and made ‘that’ face of hers. Mom rose from the chair and turned to face the window. “Man it’s raining outside! He should have been home by now, I hope nothing bad happened.” Kaela bent over even more leaning on both arms watching her mom and I could see from my vantage point the slut wasn’t wearing any panties that’s when the idea came into my mind. I slipped into the bedroom dropped my towel and retrieved a bottle of lube. I applied a generous amount to my quickly hardening cock. I slipped back to the doorway and Kaela was still bent over mumbling something about how pathetic men were. Staring at her young perfect ass I stalked silently behind her and with a fluid motion I lifted up her short skirt and rammed my cock to the hilt into her tight young pussy stretching it to the max. Kaela moaned/gasped as I ground my hips against her ass cheeks then I grabbed her by the hips and began pounding her pussy hard and deep.

“Jason!” She managed to force out. Patty, her mother, spun around at the mixture of Kaela’s moan of my name and the slapping sound of our bodies as I fucked the little minx good and hard. When she saw what was going on she smiled and shook her head.

“I told you,” Was all she said as she crossed her arms under her large breasts.

“Nnnnn,” Kaela tried but failed to say ‘no’ as the waves of pleasure robbed her of her voice. “Oh god… so big!!” I smiled and continued to fuck her harder and harder.

“I warned you!” Patty said leaning over the other side of the desk her face almost in kissing distance to her daughter’s face. “Do you like the feel of his dick in you?”

“Uh huh…” she managed to moan weakly.

***

I looked down at the other addicts their eyes glazed over with lust especially the young girl who couldn’t have been much older than Kaela.

“Maybe I should stop for now?” There was a collective groan. “I mean this was very traumatic for me.” The old man nodded and rose to his feet.

“Let’s give Jason some time to catch his breath everyone, after all this is his first meeting.” Everyone else stood up and split up into pairs or small groups. As I headed for the coffee pot the girl caught me by the arm.

“Can I suck your dick?” She said as she molded her body to mine. I could feel her heat and it was intoxicating.

“What?” I said stunned and confused and very excited by the offer. She was very attractive with black hair and the most amazing blue eyes, which seemed fixed on me at the moment. Her firm breasts were pressed hard against my chest czech couples porno and a long muscular leg was wrapped around me. She wore a plain gray sweatshirt and matching sweatpants and I imagined that was to hide an amazing body beneath.

“I want to suck you off, you know swallow your cum…” I cut her off before the litany of oral sex acts continued.

“I thought you came here to get better?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she moaned as she slipped her hand between my legs and on my raging hard on, “better at sex. Your cock doesn’t lie it wants to be pampered, let me!” How do you turn down an offer like that? In the end I simply nodded. With that I was drug into the girl’s bathroom, sat down on a toilet and she did the rest. She unzipped me and freed my iron hard erection. “Jackpot!” she moaned and lowered her lips over the head and began flickering her tongue over the very sensitive head. Then inch-by-inch she dropped her head until her lips brushed the base. Then she began to bob her head up and down over the entire length of the shaft pausing now and again to pleasure the tip. She checked her watch and groaned which sent waves of pleasure through me. Her mouth came off my dick for a moment.

“Sorry lover going to have to rush this one, the break will be over soon. But I promise to swallow every drop this time and next time will be even better.” Next time I thought? But that was soon driven from my mind as she used her slender fingers wrapped around the shaft stroking it as her lips and tongue pleasured the tip. The stroking got faster and faster and it wasn’t very long before I was on the brink of a very strong orgasm. It took everything I had not to scream when I came and as she promised she swallowed every drop. She even licked the head of my cock clean afterwards. I composed myself as she checked to see if the hall was clear of traffic. She nodded and I walked out and back to the meeting area. I fixed myself that well deserved cup of coffee and sat down. She returned to her seat and the old man called the meeting back to order.

“Well Jason would you like to continue?” The old man asked.

“Oh no, maybe someone else would like…” but I was told I hadn’t finished and that wasn’t healthy for my recovery. I shrugged and stood up and thought where had I left off. “Ok so then…”

***

“I think it’s time for a change of position.” Patty said. “Jason sit in the chair.” I obeyed; I pulled out of Kaela and sat in the chair. “Now Kaela strip and let him see those firm young tits of yours; which you inherited from me by the way.” Her daughter did as she was told. She slowly peeled off the shirt from her and let it fall to the floor with a wet smack. She cupped her large firm breasts and licked the nipples one then the other.

“Do you like them Jason?” I nodded. “Good I am glad. I love your cock!” She purred.

“Come and have a seat little girl.” I moaned. She smiled and moving slowly reached down and unzipped her skirt and let that fall to the floor as well, it too hit the floor with a dull wet smack. I looked down at her pussy and saw she was shaved and her pubes formed a downward facing arrow. She moved towards me and taking a wide stance she straddled me. Kaela took my cock in hand and slowly guided the tip to the lips of her pussy.

“Ready?” She asked and I nodded again in response. Slowly she dropped down I felt her pussy open to my cock stretching it once more and soon it was hilted in her again. We groaned in unison as she began to ride me and that tight pussy of hers gave me so much pleasure. She leaned down offering her nipples to me; and being the gentleman that I am I opened my mouth and suckled them as she lifted up and dropped down on me. She started to moan louder and louder as I penetrated her deeper than ever before.

“Oh god yes!” She groaned. I groped her tits and began caressing them teasing her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Her groaning became a panting now. “Un unn unnn…” I could feel her getting close to her orgasm. She stopped lifted up and spun around and lowered herself down facing away from me. Using the desk for leverage she rammed her hips up and down much faster now. “Oh yes!” she growled over and over again. But this time I could feel her body tensing for her upcoming climax. Finally her entire body trembled she lifted high and rammed her hips down climaxing as she did so followed by a muffled scream. When she lifted her head there was her mom standing naked next to her.

“My turn.” Patty announced. Kaela rose up on weak legs and watched her mother approach me with a look that almost appeared to be reverence. “How do you want me?”

“On your back on the desk legs pointed at the ceiling.” I whispered. She just smiled and without another word she followed my instructions. I stood up and approached the table very slowly. “You sure you want to get fucked in front of her?” She looked over at Kaela and then back at me.

“Yes.” She moaned.

“And I can do anything czech estrogenolit porno to you?” There was no pause now.

“Yes.”

“I can abuse any part of you?”

“Yes!”

“Your mouth?” I asked tracing her lips with a finger.

“Yes!” Her body was trembling now.

“Your tits?” I asked teasing her left nipple.

“Yes!!” Her torso arched now wanting any contact possible.

“That lovely pussy of yours?” I touched her pussy lips tracing them slowly.

“Oh god yes!” Now her hips arched to meet my touch.

“Even that tight little ass of yours?” My index finger teased her anus.

“YES!! Even my ass is yours to violate!!” I looked over at Kaela to see her expression and her mouth hung open hearing her mom speak like she had.

“Your mother and I have an arrangement. She has a very stressful job and is in charge all day long. When she comes home I take away that stress by taking away her decision-making. Isn’t that right sweetie?”

“Yes Jason.” She purred. I took my cock in hand and tapped her sensitive clit with the head and Patty nearly jumped off the desk.

“My you are tender tonight but I will take care of all of that.” I eased the head between her pussy lips and slowly into her warm wet depths. She let out a sound somewhere between a purr and a growl. I put her legs one over each shoulder and began to move my hips slowly at first but then faster and faster. The slapping sound of wet pussy and hard cock was loud in the air.

“God I love this dick!” Patty howled and the obscenities didn’t stop there. “Fuck me Jason! Fuck me like dirty little whore I am!!” I started to grunt with each drive of my hips.

“Take that and that you tramp!” I yelled at her. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them and used them for leverage as I drove my cock in and out her with as much force as I could. I took my pleasure from her and she adored me for it. I looked over at Kaela and she was still open mouthed in shock at how I was treating her mom. “Get over here you little whore!” She hesitated for a long time. “I said get over here!” Her footsteps were slow and unsteady but she followed my orders. When she stood next to me I said, “Turn around and grab your ankles.” Once again she hesitated but it was her mother this time.

“You heard him, turn around and grab your ankles!” This time she did as she was told and spun around bent over and easily grabbed her ankles. What a view of her dripping slit of a pussy and her tiny puckered anus.

“That’s better!” I moaned. “What a lovely ass she has mom.” I gave it a gentle swat then another. I traced a finger along her slick cunt lips and then her very sensitive clit and watched her twitch involuntarily. So when I inserted two of my fingers into her oh so very tight pussy they slid in easily. She groaned and actually leaned back causing them to go in deeper. “See that mom she likes my fingers in her tight little cunt!” Patty just nodded and as I slowly rocked my hips fucking her wonderful pussy and I also managed to finger Kaela’s young tight twat.

“Oh Jason I love your dick! Make me cum please!” Patty begged so I obliged. I pulled out of Patty’s pussy; “on your belly wench I will do you doggy style now.” Patty did as she was told eagerly. Soon my cock was buried deep and she was pushing back with each of my forward thrusts. “Okay kiddo it is time for you to learn a new pleasure.” I eased the fingers that were slick with her pussy juices slowly into her ass and the other two fingers into her pussy.

“Jason! Oh… my… god…” Then slowly I started fingering both of her holes.

“Can you hear your daughter? She has two fingers in her pussy and two in her ass just like you love to have.” I informed Patty.

“Lucky girl.” Patty moaned. “Make me cum Jason… I am so close!”

“I will if she follows my orders to the letter.”

“Kaela, listen to Jason now.” Patty ordered her daughter.

“Yes Mom.”

“Okay girlie reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart.” Kaela did as she was told without reservation and reached back and gripped each cheek and pulled. “Beautiful! You look so slutty like this don’t you agree?”

“Yes.”

“How does it feel to have both of your holes violated?” I accentuated each word with a thrust, which she met like her mother with a backward movement.

“I… love… it…” She moaned louder and louder.

“Yes just like your mother,” I said looking down at her mother’s pussy filled with my cock. “So tell me mom are you ready to cum?”

“YES!” she howled. I stopped fucking her but she never missed a beat as she kept moving her hips backward driving me deep and hard. Her thrusts were slow but very powerful. “UNN… UNN… OH FUCK!!!” She screamed as her cunt gripped me like a velvet fist as she came. She ground her hips back hilting herself on me then as she continued to come Patty made slow circles with her hips. When her climax had finally stopped she was a sweaty panting mass of gorgeous czech experiment porno woman. Patty flipped her soaked hair out of her face and looked back over her shoulder smiling her evil smile. “You haven’t cum yet.” She moaned.

“No I haven’t what are you going to do about it?” I asked.

“Sit down and you’ll find out.” She said. I eased my fingers out of Kaela’s holes, which made her moan softly then I sat down which pulled my cock out of Patty’s pussy. “So daughter of mine have you ever titty fucked anyone?”

“Uh no.” she replied.

“Then watch and learn.” Patty left the room and returned with a bottle of baby oil. She walked over and stood right in front of me offering me the bottle, which I took. She knelt and offered her large firm tits to me. I drizzled the oil on and between her breasts then I rubbed the oil in until her skin shone with a shiny glaze.

“Ready Jason?” I nodded and she leaned in enfolding my engorged cock with those soft pillowy breasts. She moved up and down and I began moaning now as the head of my dick poked out from time to time. Kaela walked over and knelt to the side of her mother licking her lips as she saw the precum on the head of my cock.

“Can I?” she asked her mom.

“Sure.” Patty replied leaning back giving her daughter room. Kaela lowered her head and suckled the head of my dick. Mom kept on teasing the shaft with her breasts while daughter licked and sucked the rest. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I felt my own climax getting closer and closer. The sensations were just too much to fight for very long. “Look at him, he’s going to cum any time now.” Kaela looked up and her eyes glittered with unbridled lust. “Do you know how to swallow cum?” Patty asked her daughter. Kaela shook her head. “Ok then let me show you how.” Kaela let my cock leave her mouth with a loud ‘pop’ and mom took over. Patty adjusted her position and took the shaft of my dick in hand and lowered her mouth to engulf the entire head. I felt her tongue and lips come to play as her hand stroked the shaft slow at first but then as my orgasm got closer and closer it moved faster and faster.

“OH GOD!!” I howled. “So fucking close!!” Patty’s hand moved at a steady fast pace and her lips formed a tight seal around the head. Hardly had the last word left my lips than the first pulse of hot cum hit the back of her throat and she began to swallow as quick as she could. Even when the last bit of cum was gone she continued to stroke me and I’ll be damned if she didn’t manage a second orgasm from me. I howled as more cum flowed and she drank it all. Now it was my time to pant and wheeze as she daintily wiped the corners of her mouth and smiled.

“Feeling better?” Patty cooed. I could only nod.

“That was fucking amazing!” Kaela said. “Can you teach me?”

“Yes, but later Jason needs to catch his breath.”

“Of course he does.” Kaela moved to sit on my lap rubbing her young cunt on me. “Is there anything I can do for you Jason?” She asked whispering in my ear.

“Yes.” I said.

“What is it, I will do anything!” she said eagerly.

“Clean up that puddle you made and pray it hasn’t damaged my wood floor or next time you’ll have my cock buried deep in your ass young lady!”

***

“And that was my first encounter with Kaela, but it wasn’t to be the last.”

The old man rose to feet and walked over and gave me a hug. Soon the group surrounded me and it felt strangely comforting. Then they stepped away and the old man smiled at me.

“Excellent first day I would say wouldn’t you?” The group nodded and murmured their agreement. “See you next week?”

“Sure.”

“Hey Jason can I get a lift home?” The girl asked with a knowing smile. “Remember I still owe you one.”

“Yes I remember sure I can give you a lift.”

“Such a nice young man you are Jason, I can’t wait until our next meeting.” The old man said and turned to speak with the other members of SA.

She followed me out to my car and I turned to her and asked, “You know I don’t even know your name.”

“I was wondering when you were going to get to that little bit of information.” She just smiled and grabbed my arm leaning into it. “The name is Jessica, Jessica Magnus and I am your humble servant.” We reached my car and I unlocked it and moved to open her door and she looked at me like I had slapped her. “What are you doing?”

“Being a gentleman and opening the door for you.”

“I am anything but a lady, which you will discover soon enough.” She shouldered past me and opened the passenger side door and made herself comfortable in my car. I shrugged and made my way to the driver side and found the door already open. Jessica had leaned over and opened it for me, how nice.

“So where to?” I asked.

“Just drive.” She said.

“Okay it’s your taxi ride lady.” She just smiled and once the vehicle was moving she reached over and set her left hand over my cock.

“Ready for that payback?”

“Did you really feel rushed back in the ladies room?”

“Oh yes I did and now you get the full treatment.”

“Sounds serious.” I said trying to keep my eyes on the road.

“Oh I take sex very serious Jason. So do you think you can keep your car on the road while I administer some much needed worship of that cock of yours?”

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The holidays went by uneventfully as we spent them in the country with our parents, and between family and the close quarters, there was no time for further discussion. Fortunately, Thomas had acted appropriately and wasn’t pushing her or being indiscreet which allowed the memories to remain mostly positive. Like before, I wondered if we would return to our occasional role playing, although I wasn’t sure that now having witnessed the real thing if it would suffice.

“I flirted with Zach today,” my wife announced from the blue one Monday evening in late January.

I had been sitting on the couch watching TV, and Lauren had joined me after putting the kids to bed. Although I knew she was taking her car in for the inspection sticker, I was surprised by her admission, but somehow managed to remain expressionless.

“Tell me about it,” I said in a flat, even voice.

“I…when I was waiting we started talking and I just kind of flirted,” she replied, offering little detail.

She had changed from her work clothes and was now in her robe, and if she had followed her norm, underneath she would be dressed in a cropped t-shirt and thong for bed. I stared at her and after several seconds her face broke out in an impish smile.

“Are you serious or are you playing with me?” I asked.

“I’m serious! Isn’t it what I’m supposed to do? How I’m supposed to act in Greg’s strange, bizarro world?” she answered, now giggling a little.

“Well, then give me some details,” I demanded.

“I told you. I flirted,” she replied, and by her manner and words I suddenly realized that she was giving me a message.

“Do you have a meeting set up?” I asked, jumping past her flirtation trolling.

“What? Uhh…” she started, but got tongue tied and now it was me that was laughing.

I took her arm and pulled her towards me, turning as I fell back so we ended up lying next to each other with her pressed against the back of the couch. Now, somewhat trapped, I took her head in my hands and kissed her, working through her initial reluctance until she was passionately kissing back.

“Tell me what happened,” I said again, as I held her tightly.

“No. You’re being mean,” she said in a made up pouty voice.

“Tell me sweetie,” I whispered in a low voice, while my tongue found her earlobe.

First, she gave out a soft purr from my touch, then took a deep breath and started, “We were alone in the office after he looked at my car and, well we started chatting about things…you know just kind of talking. And…well, he kept giving me this look and staring at me like you know, he was interested.”

“Honey, every man is interested in you,” I whispered.

“That’s not true,” she replied, but when I started kissing her neck she continued, “I asked about his girlfriend and he said he didn’t have one. Then, he asked about me and you and I guess I kind of gave off some signals.”

“Why?” I broke from kissing her long enough to ask.

“He asked me if I wanted to meet for a drink,” she answered, and now she had my full attention.

“When are you meeting him?” I asked, thinking I was being clever.

“Can you watch the kids Thursday?” she replied with no hesitation, which left me stunned.

“Of course, sweetie,” I replied, although I wasn’t entirely sure she wasn’t toying me and playing for a reaction.

Over the next couple days, the subject of her meeting with Zach came up repeatedly and I became convinced that she was in fact telling the truth. Not surprising, the subject of birth control was raised as well, as neither of us thought it was a good practice to make emergency runs to the drugstore for the morning after pill. So, Lauren agreed she would see her OB/GYN about a diaphragm, but since she wasn’t able to get an immediate appointment, she had to fall back on a sponge.

Thursday came, and as I sat at our house having dinner with the kids, I wondered where my wife was at that exact moment. Was she at some bar having a drink and talking to the mechanic or had they foregone the formalities and gone straight to bed. I thought it was unlikely she would jump to sex so quickly, but you never know…

When ten o’clock rolled around and Lauren hadn’t come home, I began to imagine scenarios about what was going on, but when eleven arrived I began to get nervous. Twenty minutes later, I texted her a simple message of a question mark, and mentally kicked myself for not getting more info on where she was going. No reply came, and over the next hour I tried three more times, but got nothing back. Of course, by now I was getting quite worried, but with kids to watch and not wanting to involve the police, I really had no alternative but to sit and wait. Finally, at exactly 2:13 AM, while I was watching TV to try and stay awake, a text arrived.

“coming home,” was all it said.

I tried to call, but there was no answer, so I was ecstatic when just a few minutes later I heard the garage door opening.

“Are you okay?” I asked as I stepped towards her car when she czech amateurs porno opened the door.

“I’m fine,” she replied, and I noted nothing out of the ordinary in her appearance except a tired look.

I took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom where we separated so she could go into the bathroom. A few minutes later, she came out wearing her sleep attire, and I quickly stripped to my boxers and joined her in bed.

“Lauren, what happened?” I asked.

“Nothing, honey…nothing,” she replied, showing some irritation.

“Well, come on tell me what you did all night,” I pushed, as my hands wrapped around her body and pulled her to me.

“We met at Clough’s and had several drinks then went to his place which was a complete dump. His roommate was there with another guy and a girl, and they were smoking pot,” she started.

“Ohhh…okay, what happened?” I pushed.

“Zach started smoking and I stupidly took some and passed out,” she explained.

Her description reminded me of numerous people I knew from my college days, and I had to stifle a laugh as I thought about the young guy that had an available and willing beautiful woman at the ready and couldn’t make it happen. It was such a simple and straightforward story that instinctively I knew it had to be true.

“So, you just woke up?” I asked.

“I woke up with my blouse unbuttoned and his friends watching while he tried to get my bra off,” she explained.

I thought about the silliness of Zach’s approach and how completely disrespectful it was towards my wife. She was all his if he had been able to show the minimum level of style and decorum, but I guess it had proved too much. Now, I just wanted to make Lauren feel special after her long and wasted evening.

“Good, I’m glad,” I whispered into her ear.

“Why sweetie?” she asked in a sleepy voice.

“Because now I get to have you all for me,” I replied, and hugged her tighter.

My words seemed to resonate with her because she turned and soon we were locked in an embrace. That one led to a kiss and my hands began to fondle her tight bottom while hers went to the side of my face and tenderly caressed it.

“I’m sorry Lauren. No one should ever treat you like that,” I told her.

Just a few minutes later, we were connected and I moved into her in a slow, gentle rocking motion. However, that was secondary as the real connection was the kissing and tender, loving words we said to each other. Both of us knew that it wasn’t about an orgasm; that our connection was more important.

“I live for these moments,” she whispered.

“Why, honey,” I whispered back while kissing her neck.

“I know with absolute certainty that you love me,” she replied.

“I’m a failure if you don’t know that every single day,” I responded, and after hearing her let out a sigh, I continued, “No more play Lauren.”

“Why?” she asked, in a soft, sensual voice.

“You’re too special to ever get treated this way,” I answered, and instantly I felt her arms squeeze me.

We kissed and cuddled for another ten or fifteen minutes before we finally drifted off. Unfortunately, all too soon the alarm clock shattered our sleep and we were forced to meet the day with much too little rest.

In retrospect, I think it was seeing the box of contraceptive sponges on the shelf in the medicine closet the following week that reignited my thoughts. Staring at them, I was faced with the reality that they were meant only for the purpose of dealing with another man’s deposit of seed in my wife’s vagina. It should have been a disgusting thought, but in fact I found it exciting, almost exhilarating. However, at the same time, I didn’t want my wife to be treated rudely again.

I supported Lauren’s decision to cancel her appointment with her OB/GYN that she had set up to get a diaphragm. We talked about that method as an alternative to our use of condoms, but couldn’t really see an advantage, and besides, the required use of contraceptive cream would likely take away from any oral play.

The following weekend, Lauren drove the kids out to their grandparents with the intent of dropping them off and returning to spend a quiet evening alone with me. Unfortunately, she had been delayed and left late, and when she arrived she decided she was too tired to return. Thus, I was by myself for the night and after several tumblers of whiskey I started thinking. It wasn’t long before I was recalling the strange sequence of events that had occurred over the past several years. In fact, it was almost exactly two years since I first contacted Dr. Sturm about my disturbing thoughts and desires. Then, there was the admission to Lauren and her mostly supportive and playful acceptance that somehow culminated in the sex she had with her co-worker. That had come with lots of angst and self-doubt, but just when it seemed she might be getting into the concept, Zach’s behavior destroyed the momentum. I knew I truly loved my wife and never wanted to see her czech bitch porno upset, that was a given, and I challenged myself as to whether my desires could occur without damage.

As I contemplated the thought, still sipping on the liquor, I knew that if I was honest the answer was no. Yet, it wasn’t just the impact to Lauren that needed to be considered, as I too had felt the emotional sting. Witnessing my wife’s sex with Thomas, I had learned the reality could be far different than the fantasy. I had never considered that she might react different with another man. In all my thoughts, it had always been the wife I knew, reacting as she always had, just with a different body involved. Seeing her responses and hearing her sounds provided a powerful lesson about human sexuality, and I now realized that each man she was with would experience her in a different way. For hours, my mind churned around concepts of selfishness, possessiveness and betrayal, but each time I reached the point of declaring an end to everything, I returned to the anticipation and excitement I had felt, and much like a junkie, I knew I was hopelessly hooked.

“Let’s get drunk,” I said to Lauren as she stood next to me in the kitchen.

She had returned from our hometown about thirty minutes before, and we were nibbling on some left overs for lunch. In our early years of marriage, when there were no kids and very little money, we would occasionally spend the day getting hammered, which always led to a wild time in bed. We hadn’t done it intentionally in years, but the look on her face let me know she was in.

“What are we drinking?” she asked seconds later.

“Mojitos!” I declared without much thought, then added, “I’ll run to the liquor store and get what we need.”

Thirty minutes later I was back, and twenty minutes after that I was handing her the first drink. She moved to the patio, and a few minutes later I joined her carrying my own cocktail. Through several rounds of drinks, we idly chatted about kids, work, parents and friends, but it was clear with each sip we were headed towards our goal. In fact, we killed most of the bottle of rum before we quit, ending up absolutely smashed. Near the end, I became very emotional, almost maudlin, as I professed my love for Lauren and apologized repeatedly for getting her into the sordid sex. She held me and stroked my hair, telling me it was alright, but when we started kissing, things escalated rapidly and it wasn’t long before we were both naked in bed.

Sunlight was still streaming in through the windows when I woke next to my sleeping wife with just the bedsheet over us. The comforter had evidently been kicked to the floor, and I could see our clothes scattered about as well. A minute or so later, I realized I still had a used condom on my dick which was crusty with dried juices, and slowly I started to remember the lusty and aggressive sex we had shared. I pulled the latex sheath from my shaft and threw it onto the floor, then snuggled against Lauren’s backside. I felt surprisingly good, although I was still very much aware of the drinking, and I let my hand drape over her body and cup her breast.

“Mmmm…hold me…” she purred softly.

I pulled her tighter and her ass felt so good against my dick that I started to slowly move my hips. It wasn’t long before she joined me in the fondling and within ten minutes we were completely awake.

“Do you want to make love again?” I asked.

“Mmmm…you know what I want?” she declared.

“What?” I quickly responded in anticipation.

“Another drink,” she announced, while breaking out in a giggle.

“Are you serious?” I asked, quite surprised since she had never been a big drinker.

“Yes! I don’t know why, but I want one,” she laughed again.

So, we moved back to the kitchen, still completely naked, and she stood close and rubbed her body against mine as I made another round. From there, we moved to the couch and with Lauren on one end and me on the other we sat facing each other with our legs intertwined. It was a simple arrangement, but in reality, a husband and wife rarely find themselves able to look at each other this way. I found myself admiring my wife’s beauty and it wasn’t long before my dick started to stiffen.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked with a smile.

“How beautiful you are,” I answered.

“That’s all? No games?” she probed, while keeping her smile.

“No, sweetie. I told you I’m sorry,” I replied.

“Oh Greg, don’t beat yourself up so much. You’re one and one,” she giggled.

Instinctively, I thought I knew what she meant, but I still tried to clarify, “One and one?”

“Yes…one good one with Thomas and one bad one,” she replied, confirming my suspicion.

I was surprised, shocked really, that she had raised the subject and treated it in such a lighthearted and in fact positive way. It forced a surge of arousal through my body and my dick stiffened such that it moved from a position over my thigh until it was czech casting porno pointing straight towards my chest.

“Oh my,” my wife laughed, then added, “It is on your mind.”

I felt myself blush in embarrassment and I was completely at a loss for words. Plus, I now wondered what was going though Lauren’s head. I knew she was tipsy, but she still seemed well in control. Was it just playing and teasing or did she have some deeper desires of her own?

“I can’t help it,” I finally croaked.

“Why baby?” she asked, still showing her little smile, and now using her toes to tease my balls.

“Because, you looked so damn hot,” I replied, with intentional boldness.

There was a silence that lasted several seconds while we stared at each other and then Lauren spoke, “You want more, don’t you?”

“I don’t want you upset. I hate that,” I answered.

“That’s not telling me what you want,” she came back, and as she spoke she rolled onto her knees and moved towards me until she had her hand on my aching dick. Then, with a smile she licked my head and said, “Tell me what you want.”

Before I could answer, she engulfed my rigid dick with her warm mouth forcing a loud groan from me and making my ass lift from the couch. At first, I thought she had meant the question to be rhetorical, but her eyes maintained an expectant stare.

“I…I…I want you to keep doing it,” I gasped.

“Doing what, honey?” she pushed.

“Having sex…with them,” I admitted.

“Are you sure?” she asked, while taking a long lick on my dick from the base to the head.

“Yesss…” I groaned, and for some reason it felt like it was the answer she wanted.

Lauren gave me a few more long licks then rose quickly, straddled my waist and lowered onto me. With a deep sexy moan, she fell forward until she was hard against my chest with her head next to mine. I could hear soft sighs of pleasure coming from her that somehow made me even harder.

“I can’t be with Chris. I can’t do that to Stacy,” she announced, and I realized what she was agreeing to.

Come on Lauren, he was the first one,” I replied in a somewhat whiny voice.

“No, honey. Besides, he’s small,” she answered.

“How do you know that?” I quickly asked.

“Stacy told me,” she responded without pause.

“Damn Lauren. What did you tell her about me?” I probed, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

“I told her you were a stud,” she replied, while hiding a little smirk.

“Baby, that just leaves two,” I said after a bit of thought.

“Uh uh…Warren’s too close to our group. He might tell,” she followed.

Now, I sensed where it was all leading, as I suspected even with my alcohol influenced brain, that what she really wanted was Thomas as her lover. I knew that he had taken her to a purely sexual level that she had never experienced, but I didn’t like the roundabout game she was playing to get what she wanted. It would have been much easier to accept if she had just come out and admitted it.

“No, honey. If it’s just Thomas, it’s not the same. Let’s forget it,” I replied, picking my words with some thought to see if I was correct.

“Okay,” came her soft answer that I could tell was tinged with disappointment.

She had practically stopped moving, so I put my hands on her ass and used them to get a rhythm going. We made love in silence as the minutes ticked by, broken only by an occasional sigh or moan.

“Damn, you feel good,” I whispered.

“Maybe Zach,” she offered a minute or so later, as if she were negotiating.

“No, I don’t like his attitude. Better, to forget it,” I answered, feeling bolder.

I now felt strongly I knew where her head was, and I had to admit that it was a bit troubling to see her so focused on the black man. However, at the same time, it gave me the courage to press forward and I decided I was going to take an all or nothing approach.

“Okay,” she whispered in reply.

I continued to guide her movements, although I could tell her mind was elsewhere. I strongly suspected she was still thinking about Thomas and how to get what she wanted. Thus, I wasn’t surprised when she returned to the subject.

“Honey, Thomas and Zach is giving a lot,” she said softly.

At first, I didn’t verbally respond, but instead took her stiff nipple between my lips and sucked on it. It made her move faster on my dick as I went back and forth between her breasts, and after several minutes I finally spoke.

“Lauren, my fantasy was all four and if we can’t do that it’s just not the same…not worth it,” I said.

“Honey, she’s my closest friend!” she declared.

“I know, I realize that, so like I said, let’s forget it,” I answered.

After that, the subject didn’t come up again, although I sensed her mind was elsewhere for a while before she came back to me and we finished our lovemaking in the bedroom. Later, after another round of lovemaking, we set off to pick up the kids, and have a short visit with our parents. I expected that we would have more discussion during the drive, but surprisingly she remained silent. In fact, neither Lauren or I brought the subject up again for five or six weeks, and just when I thought she had decided the involvement of those in our circle was too much, without warning she dropped a small bomb on me.

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Another lonely and boring Saturday night so I went down to scope out the local pub while I got a drink. When I got there I found the place was quite crowded. That was good because I was trying to forget the bitch that had cheated on me. She had two timed me after I had learned to really depend on her so I just wanted to check out the girls and have a few brewskis in my mood.

There was this tiny girl dancing with her girlfriends. She was a sexy blonde with not much tits but a great ass. It looked like she had a few drinks but I offered her one anyway when she got off the floor with her friends.

Her friends were glaring at me, I guess my six foot height might have intimidated them, but she grinned and accepted it then downed it. She was only about five foot of sweetness but I thought she might be fun to pal with. She tried to get me to dance with her but the weirdest thing happened. My ex-girlfriend suddenly brazzers porno showed up on the periphery of the crowd and I saw she was heading for me. “Oh damn!”

I quickly explained my situation to this little bitty pretty gal about how we had lived together and she had played me wrong by two timing me. I asked her if she could pretend to be my new girlfriend and she quickly agreed. I laughed and thought it might work. She got real aggressive and started to kiss me. Man, was she a good kisser and she was all over me. All I got was a quick glimpse of my ex’s grim expression as she tromped off through the crowd. Her expression was priceless.

I thanked the girl and asked if I could do anything for her in return. I’m sure she knew what I had in mind because she winked at me and suggested we try that dance now. I grinned and told her I only knew one kind of dancing but if she’d like I’d take her out clip4sale porno back and show her. She looked at me then giggled and said, “Sure why not!” Hand in hand we pushed through the crowd and went to the back door of the pub.

When we got into the back alley she immediately put her hands on my crotch to trace out my half hard on. It didn’t stay half hard for long and I pushed her back against the wall as she undid my pants while I leaned over her nibbling on her ears. Before I knew it she had her lips around my cock and was doing this thing with her tongue and lips that makes me hard just to recall it.

I’ve had hookups that were drunk before but never in a back alley. It was sexy and oh so dirty. I came close to cumming twice while she worked on me since my hips were subconsciously fucking her mouth but just before my time she moaned, “I want you to fuck me.”

“Sure. Why not.” was colette porno my quick reply as I turned her around and bent her over a trash can. I looked around to make sure we didn’t have any by-standers then I felt around with my fingers for her panties and found they were sopping wet. She pulled them down for me and stuck her sweet ass out for me to hold on to. I went with her wishes and pushed the head of my cock against her pussy lips.

She moaned, “Oh please, give it to me now.”

So I did.

I reached around her to hold on her tits as I slid my throbbing cock deep inside her. She started moaning from my first thrust and she kept it up as I drove in and out of her. I didn’t last long since she had me worked up from the earlier BJ so I turned her over and licked her clit until she came for me.

A few minutes after we finished we went back inside and her friends flocked around her. It was a good thing because she passed out about that time. They took her home and it dawned on me that I didn’t know her name or her number.

Now any Saturday night you might find me at the pub watching for her return. If you do say hi and if you know who she is please tell me.

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From the moment the ice hit her oblivious ass, Kristi launched upright, executed a clumsy pirouette and glared at the man standing behind her. His jaw slack and a horrified expression on his face, Mark gesticulated wildly in a poor attempt to mime the tragedy. The deafening music left little room for an auditory explanation. This unique circumstance led to an unexpected resolution.

“Lunachicks” were touring, promoting their “Babysitter on Acid” CD. As a Deejay for a campus/community radio station, Mark picked up free tickets for the show. New to the city he went alone.

The all-girl-band was electrifying. There was a multitude of bodies jostling and pressing against each other; crammed to the rafters, it was a cyclone of dancing and moshing. Barmaids never made it to the darkened recesses of the bar. The going was laborious and not without danger. Slipping on a beer soaked floor would not be amusing.

The volume was deafening and Mark stuffed a small tear of toilet paper in his ears; it filtered out the distortion. Useful if you wanted to maintain an auditory capacity late into life.

Mark sat on the edge of the stage staring up at the lead guitarist grinding out chords dressed in an outrageous array of colours and fibers. Laughing and grinning, Mark enjoyed himself, the views of the crowd and the band couldn’t be better. The sweaty girls dancing front stage, with tight fitting tops and luscious smiles were delicious eye candy.

Hopefully one of these girls is coming home with me tonight, he thought.

Half way through the show Mark elbowed and pushed his way to the bar for more water, he didn’t drink alcohol. There was no defining line-up to the counter; no differentiation between the sweaty people wanting thirst quenching drinks and the crowd socializing or dancing. Waiting for what seemed like an eternity, he finally got his prized glass of ice water. After tipping generously Mark struggled through the masses to find a different vantage point from which to observe the revelers and the band.

Catching himself as he was about to topple over a row of partiers sitting on, what seemed like the dance floor, Mark wobbled and regained his balance. There were two steps on this side that lead to the main dancing area. People were hunkered down all along the stairs catching a moments repose, getting ready to re-enter the mob with hips gyrating and arms flailing.

From the slightly raised vantage-point, he could observe the sea of heads moving in a chaotic thrashing of bodies, attempting to synchronize to the beat of the music. Elevated highballs and beer bottles refracted the light from the lasers and mirror ball; cheers spontaneously erupted every few seconds. Hoots and hollers greeted the ending of every song, maddeningly propelling the crowd to lurch as one towards the stage like a school of fish. The Lunachicks, fully in their element, screamed back, laughing and provoking them, elevating the energy to outrageous levels.

Standing on the top tier, careful to not step on anyone’s hands or fingers, Mark stomped and cheered with the rest of them, lost in the pounding rhythm of the music. His hand wrapped around the slippery glass of ice cold water as it seeped and sweat condensation. As he tossed his head to the beat, the glass slid from his hand. And as he snatched and clawed at empty space, the ice and what little water was left, tumbled down to splash on the floor. Miraculously, the glass was prevented from bouncing off unsuspecting heads. However, a few choice cubes of ice lodged themselves in the crack of the girl’s jeans sitting directly below.

Rising in one swift explosion of movement and turning to look behind her, was a tall, athletic woman. Standing below him yet looking down into his face, she gave Mark a withering stare. Drawing his head up to meet her eyes, his jaw opened and closed. Sputtering and heaving her chest in his face, she grimaced and screamed at the top of her lungs, “What the fuck was that?”

Mark quickly found his voice again and instantly spurted out “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I’m such a fucking clutz!”

“Well my ass is wet! And Goddamn that was cold! What the fuck was that? What were you drinking?” As she reached behind and dislodged a fragment of ice.

“Aaggh, I can’t believe this is happening,” Mark lamely cried out. “It was ice. Just water — the glass just slipped out of my hand! I swear it was an accident! I didn’t do it on purpose!” Unable to contain a smirk, Mark had to look away.

“Ya, well fuck that was cold!”

Cringing Mark said, “I know, I know, I’m just really sorry ok? Let me buy you a drink — what kind of beer is that?”

She had a partially finished beer in her hand and simply turned the label towards Mark. He yelled, “I’ll be right back. I’m really sorry.”

As he turned around she nudged him in the ribs backroom casting porno and screaming in his face said, “It’s not that bad! I’m not that wet. It was just such a fucking shock to feel ice cold -something – go down the crack of my ass!”

Laughing, she winked as Mark made his way to the bar. A few minutes later, they sat together on the step and clinked drinks as they whooped and danced.

As the Lunachicks said their adieu’s and the crowd started thinning out, Mark asked, “What’s your name?”

“I’m Kristi,” she said, now that they could actually hear what the other was saying, voices dry and raspy. “Nice to meet you despite the circumstances!”

They both laughed, Mark looking down, kicking at the floor. They headed towards the exit agreeing that the Lunachicks had put on a fantastic show and the crowd, though rowdy had been great.

Once outside Kristi met up with her two sisters. They had gone their separate ways once inside and were now getting in her car. Mark grinned as Kristi headed towards them and said, “So where’s the party?” His voice sounded hushed in the cold night air.

Kristi looked at her sisters and paused, “What do you think? Should we bring him home? Seems harmless enough.”

With raised eyebrows they glanced at each other and iterated firmly, “Ya well, we’re going to bed when we get home so if you two are going to party, take it downstairs! We work in the morning!”

Turning, Kristi extended her index finger, signaling to him, “come here.”

The interior of the car filled with laughter and teasing as Kristi explained how they met. In a cacophony of screeches and hysteria, they interrupted each other in their haste to needle him. Mark sheepishly grinning, did his best to defend himself. They were bent on getting a rise out of him and were succeeding, he was blushing like a teenager.

Once home, the sisters said their sincere goodnights, nice meeting you, platitudes and left. Kristi went to the fridge and asked, “You want something to drink? Without ice?” Turning to look at him mischievously.

Accepting a Perrier, Mark cast about the darkened house and noted a glassed in room. Recognizing it for a solarium, he suggested that perhaps they could check it out. Agreeing she stated, “It’s my favorite spot to sit and contemplate.”

Kristi sat by a window, Mark came to a stop at her side. His foot resting on the corner of the chair, arm across his knee and looking down, his eyes softened. Kristi smiled back, neither of them uncomfortable with the lapse in conversation. Reaching over he gently squeezed her shoulder. Leaning into his hand Kristi invited further contact; as he slowly bent to her lips, they locked eyes.

Kissing is the ultimate ice-breaker. Kissing opens something in you, a doorway to passion. The intimacy of mouth to mouth exploration sends a signal to your knees, causing them to weaken and wobble. Kissing incites your heart to palpitate and your thoughts to dissipate, floating off into the ether where they wait patiently, no longer necessary to the moment. A kiss of passion is unrestrained yet, a synchronized dance, lip to lip, angling to fit together like solving Rubik’s cube. Meshed and dovetailed, accentuating the sensuality of the kiss, both participants are guided by the reflection of the other. Kissing is breathing in a person’s essence. All nerve endings, poised along the supple and expressive swath of skin above and below the opening to your mouth, lose all fear of what may escape and seek instead to feel their counterpart, to fuse. Kissing sends a cascade of neurons to the epicenter of the brain carrying a simple message: shut down all thought. Kissing softens the heart and the ego’s axiom to succeed. It encourages flexibility on an emotional level, inviting vulnerability. Kissing is experiencing the “other” as we would kiss ourselves. Inevitably when the spell is broken, from the ether your thoughts sinuously return. Your heart clutches a fraction, sensing the inevitable change, giving you pause to consider the moment you’re letting go of. Once your immersion into that space surfaces to become conscious of drawing a breath, the intimacy and magic of kissing surrenders to something else.

Kneeling in front of her, Mark gently pried her knees apart and smoothing her jeans ran his hands up the outside of her thighs to wrap around curvaceous hips. Scuttling closer he looked up at her, inviting more immediate contact. Inclining her head she kissed him deeply. His hands move up the hips to her waist and around to the small of her back.

Coming up for air, Kristi breathed, “Let’s go downstairs to my room,” her eyes big and round, pupils dilated, her honeyed breath still lingering on Mark’s tongue. Standing, she took him by the hand and lead him through the unknown. Guiding him to her lair following the unfamiliar contours of a home he’s never entered, Mark willingly pattered along.

Entering first, she switched on a bedside bangbros porno lamp. Grabbing her waist, he spun and flopped down on the mattress, their bodies bouncing. Kristi twisted onto her side and seizing his hands thrusts them above his head. In one deft motion she straddled his abdomen pinning his arms above his head.

Looking him in the eye she said, “Ok, don’t think just because we’ve come this far means we’re going to fuck. You seem like a really nice guy but I’ve just met you.”

“Fine by me. I’m just really happy to be here with you and kissing you. You seem like a really nice girl too. Even though the circumstances of our introduction were, well, unusual.” He laughed, drawing his lips into an “O” eyebrows arching comically.

“‘Ya, that was quite the pick-up line! You getting me all wet!” Pausing she continued, “Hmmm, was that planned mister? You better come clean you know. I’ll have to ask around, see if you’ve used this move before!” she snickered. And dropping her head, covered his mouth with hers.

Drinking deeply of each others tastes and smells, they kissed and squirmed on her bedspread creating pleats and creases, pulling it askew. Mark, his hands freed, wrapped his arms around her waist, alternating squeezing her and curving back to look at her, as their bodies gently rocked to and fro. Becoming aware that his cock was painfully bound in a less than ideal position he groped his crotch, attempting to pull his penis upwards so that it could, in relative terms, comfortably extend.

Thrusting her hips at his zippered jeans she whispered in his ear, “Something wrong?” and nibbled on his earlobe.

Grinning, he granted that, “Ya, something. Had to um, reposition a, um, a pole that’s stuck in my pants.”

Mark continued upwards with his hands, they floated over her breasts and caressed them through the heavy fabric of her checkered shirt. It was flannel and felt nice and soft as he tenderly squeezed her boobs. It wasn’t long before his hand was at her waist crawling up beneath the shirt to find her bra. He could feel her hardened nipples straining against the thin foamy pad. Her tits weren’t large, but that was fine by Mark, he was known for saying more than a handful is a waste. She softly sighed and taking Mark’s t-shirt by the hem, helped him to sit up and pulled it over his head. He took hers by the collar and started unfastening the buttons. She watched his hands as they performed this ritual, steady yet she could feel his excitement. Looking up from his sinuous arms, she kissed him again, lightly running her hands up from his bare shoulders to caress his chin and neck.

He whispered, “Mmmm. You have nice soft hands. I like the way you’re touching me.”

Fiddling with her bra behind her back, Mark embarrassingly admitted his lack of practice, “It’s been a while since I’ve made out with a woman.”

Unsticking her face from his, she watched his eyes as she removed her bra. Mark could sense a little apprehension as she displayed herself. As a man with a great love for women and a deep respect for their needs and desires as well as their limits, he lovingly took her right tit in one hand.

He returned her gaze and murmured, “Hmm, so good. Thanks for sharing this with me.” He went on to say, “Nice boobs,” stuck his face on one and opening his mouth engulfed it whole.

She gasped loudly and her hands jerked to his head intertwining her fingers in his hair. Rolling her over back on the bed he continued to feast on her breast while his other hand massaged and tweaked her free nipple. She moaned and arched her tits into his face.

Pulling his head back by the hair she heard the release of suction from his mouth and drawing it to her face, pressed her lips to his wet red tongue. Kristi’s nipple, remodeled by Mark’s left hand, rose angrily like a small blunt spire and bled a dark hue of pink. A tingling sensation that snaked like an electric current through her twin peaks straight to her clit, instantly flooded her cunt with hot creamy sex juices.

Catching her breath, mouth open and hot humid exhalations misting Mark’s face, she reached down and found his belt. Lowering himself into her boobs he resumed his relentless assailment of her nipples; they responded admirably. Kristi tugged at his pants and sitting up unzipped her own jeans. The cue could not have been more timely, Marks’ cock was noodling it’s head above his waistband and was doing it’s best to see over a fence an inch too tall.

He helped Kristi out of her pants admiring the wet splash of cunt nectar staining her panties. Licking his lips he felt a deep thirst for the essence oozing from her slit. He longed to feel her body buck and twist against his face teasing her clit and opening, from hole to hole.

Mark marveled at the fine womanly body of the really nice girl he just met by icing her ass. There she lay naked except for a tiny little patch of tissue covering her vulva and anus.

The gloating simpering beurette tour porno expression on her face reflected the sunburst floating in Kristi’s chest cavity, and jubilantly she said, “I know I said I wasn’t going to fuck you but, this is so, um, good and, ah, well, um, let’s just go with it.” Shaking her head at her own disregard for a prudent approach and overwhelmed by a piercing ache deep in her cunt, she spread her legs.

Obligingly Mark accepted the task set before him. Running his hands up her inner thighs and pulling them up into a “V” her bent knees resting into his shoulders, Mark gently pried her legs further apart. Nothing was hindering his view of her wet spotted panties, they were stuck to the folds of her cunt lips like nipples at a wet t-shirt contest.

“Yyuuummmy!” he said to her grinning, his lips spread wide like an accordion, his chiclets sparkling white.

She nodded in agreement and said a little nervously, “I’ve only had sex once before and the guy was a jerk. But I’m feeling comfortable with you. I think I can trust you. And, well, let’s get those panties off.”

Snuggling down between her legs Mark suspected that she’d never been eaten out. He thought, if she’s only ever had “sex” once before and the guy was an idiot, I bet he just shoved it in her, came and then went home to momma. Blowing hotly on her wet splayed peach, her juices oozing from her cunt, Mark lightly licked her panties, pausing to flutter gently on her clit.

He heard the air being sucked between her teeth as she grabbed his head and drawing him up a little, (she didn’t really want him getting very far from her aching slutty hole), she said, “I’ve never had anyone go down on me. This is good for you too right?”

Mark made every effort to assuage her anxiety by stating, “You know, this is my main desire, to see you completely enjoy yourself. I get off watching you, want me!” He looked in her eyes and with the utmost kindness and empathy he could muster, said, “All you have to do is lie back, relax and enjoy. That’s it.”

She let go of his head, convinced that he was doing something he really loved and flopped back on the bed. Mark removed her soggy panties. Her legs going limp, she let them fall far apart. It didn’t take long for her to understand that the more access he had to her cunt the better he was going to be able to service her. Submerging her own thoughts in the murky waters of her subconscious, she allowed her mind to empty and focus on what was happening down there.

As Mark teased and ruffled her labia, nudging her open, he realized that part of his task was to encourage her to completely surrender. By giving Kristi the time to peel back the false layers of modesty ingrained in her, Mark lovingly burrowed and explored her pussy, thoroughly kissing every millimeter. By listening to every murmur coming through the pores of her body, he pushed her to continue to open and flower, to experience the joy of being meticulously washed by his tongue.

Gently closing his mouth around the entire length of her slit, he exhaled hot moist breath against her. Drawing away after a few moments, he let his two front teeth lightly scrape down her vulva, coming into contact with her clit. She jerked and clutched at his head again. Wonderful feelings like fingers of lightening, expanded throughout her body, birthed from the center of her pussy, through to her undulating hips. They crashed of their own volition into Mark’s face, and realizing what she had just done, yanked them back down on the bed.

Mark, a glossy lubricant coating his face, was laughing, growling, “Let it go baby, let it go. Open yourself to being munched!”

Between gasps and gulping for air, she muttered, “Ok, yup. Ok.”

Her panties dangling from an ankle, Mark flung them off and repositioned her legs far apart. Examining her wet, pulsing cunt he felt his mouth water uncontrollably and poetically mused, she tastes as sweet as they come, what a most delicate peach, her nectar is so abundant.

Curling his tongue around her clit he made small circling motions followed by nibbling all along the outside of her slippery, dripping pussy. After repeating several times, he nudged her lips apart and burrowed into the inner folds and directed the steady flow of her secretions along his tongue and down his throat. Lapping gently the length of her slit, he delved deeply, tasting her essence. Mark conformed his thick meaty tongue to all the swells and troughs of her pussy. Carefully peeling back her lips, exposing her pulsing pink lushness, he simply marveled at the beauty of her cunt.

Finally, edging into position, he started drilling his tongue into her orifice. Gradually extending it fully into her cunt, rivulets of excess nectar dripping from either side of his mouth, he drank to his fill.

Kristi had stopped breathing. She pinched herself to make sure this wasn’t yet another fantasy she was masturbating to. No, she could feel the soft brown hair of Mark’s head like a bowling ball lodged between her legs, heavy and thudding back and forth against her thighs. She was being cleaned out. There was nowhere to hide. He had her most private and unexplored cunt in his mouth, licking and sucking and generally giving her an unrelenting cleaning.

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I’m not sure if my story will help anybody in a similar situation, but for what it’s worth here it is. My husband walked out on me ten years ago, at the time our son was eleven. In all that time I had never been in a serious relationship in fact I had rarely been out with another man. I concentrated all my love and attention on Carter my son. Gradually I became frustrated and began looking for solace on the internet. I discovered the Literotica web site and began reading stories gradually drifting towards the incest section and mother son stories in particular. Why mother and son, because I realized about two years ago I became infatuated with my son and now he is twenty one I am in love with him and want him to love me back. Unfortunately he didn’t seem to show any interest, oh he loved me as a mother, but I wanted more, much more.

I read a story which seemed to sum up my situation perfectly and sympathetic to my circumstances. I emailed the author to determine if he would be able to advise me what actions could be taken to realize my dream. Never having contacted anybody before I was unsure of the reception I would receive, but my first hurdle was how to contact him. Him, I’m sure it was written by a man by the way he wrote and the slant he put on his writings. There was no email address it looked as if I needed to go through the web site, so I sent him a short message asking if there was any possibility we could talk.

The reply I received was encouraging in which he said, “I don’t mind corresponding with people however, I’m a little careful now because several times I have received unwarranted emails. I write for my own pleasure, if people like to read my stories that’s fine, if people don’t like them that’s also fine. You can’t please all of the people all of the time, you can only please some people some of the time. In the short time I have been submitting stories I have received abuse in the comments section, mainly from anonymous sources. I’ve even had complaints about the title, with one complainant even admitting that they had not read the story, why is it some people are so stupid? I no longer bother looking at the comments because I cannot understand why people are so abusive or even critical, after all they are only stories.

“Some authors are good and some not so good but at least they made the effort to provide a service, but what these critics do not seem to appreciate is that they, the readers, drive the authors and not the other way round. If nobody read these stories, it’s unlikely they would get written and certainly not get published. With a specific scenario there are only so many ways that it can be written about, with the authors trying different ways to make their stories interesting. Critics complain that some stories are sick, however no matter how sick you think a story is, somewhere that very sexual act, and worse, has happened over and over again, and fact is stranger than fiction, and there are none so sick, as humans.

“I have never read a story where after the sexual act one participant murders the other, but it happens in real life, ask those human traffickers and religious fraternity. The vulnerable are at risk from abductors, to be sold into slavery, or forced into prostitution, where are those critic’s voices then? Let’s get things into prospective. That apart, I do like to check how many people have read my stories and how many people have added them to their favorites, and generally pleased how my stories have been received. I have an email address for correspondence which at one time I gave out straight away, but now before doing so, I correspond through the web site as we are doing until I have confidence in the person I’m corresponding with.”

He went on to say that if I was still interested in corresponding would I provide him with a code name by which he could call me. According to him should I wish to discontinue our association all I needed to do was stop sending emails, as he only replies to emails not initiate them. In my second email I referred to myself as Caroline and my son as Carter and I explained that I had fallen in love with Carter but he doesn’t seem to be romantically interested in me, and was there any possible way to determine if he has any sexual feelings for me. Scooter, that’s my code name for the author, because he could take me in any direction I wished to go, said, “If you are asking me for ideas about how you can judge your sons feeling or encourage him to have similar feelings for you, as you have for him, then you would need to give me a great deal of personal information about yourself and your son. For instance, I would need you to tell me how you perceive your son, and how you think your son perceives you. Questions like, do you know if your son watches you move around the house, and where are his eyes mainly looking, your face, breasts, butt or legs? Does he have girlfriends?

“Questions for you would be, if you’ve had men friends does your son know about them? If the opposite applies would he think you frigid? In private do you call him by his given name or an endearing name, sweetie, sweetheart, darling that sort of thing? Then there’s the physical side twitter porno with regard to your looks the way you dress, do you think you would have to change things about yourself, change your image? The whole process is extremely invasive and you may discover things and feelings you may eventually regret, it requires some serious thinking about. Quite frankly you have all the necessary information at your fingertips, it would be much more sensible and discrete for you to carry out your own evaluation. I could give you some tips on what to look for to evaluate Carter, but you would have to do a self-evaluation.”

To be quite honest he frightened me a bit, I never considered that I would have to give out personal details. However, when I thought about it, he doesn’t know me, and he doesn’t know Carter, so how could I expect him to evaluate our feelings and thoughts. The problem was; how can a person evaluate someone’s thoughts about them, especially when the subject is taboo, anti-social and unlawful. No son in his right mind would think about having sex with his mother; well that was my thinking at the time. I struggled for a week trying to make a decision, I was unhappy to give Scooter our personal details, but on the other hand our identity and location did not seem to be at risk, we were a non-entity just lines of text on a screen. I didn’t feel confident that I could carry out my own evaluation, so the choice was either exposure or frustration. The more I looked at my son and pictured myself in his arms, the more I drifted towards exposure, while confident I could back out at any time.

I waited a month before emailing Scooter to test to see if he would contact me, he never did which gave me a little more confidence that I could end our association at any time. Finally I wrote to him suggesting that perhaps he could help me in my quest, if I was prepared to provide the information he required to determine my son’s attitude towards me. In the email I answered some of his original questions. Carter is an athletic good looking guy who plays football for his college and has had numerous girlfriends, but I don’t think he is going out with anyone at this time. I haven’t noticed if he watches me or pays undue attention as I move around the house or sitting quietly. Whenever we are, alone or in company, I always use his given name, in this case I would be calling him Carter. As for me, in ten years you could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times I’ve been on a date, and never with the same man twice. I wouldn’t have thought Carter would think me frigid, but I couldn’t be certain. I’m Mrs. Average, reasonable looks, dress sensibly, have an acceptable figure, but, to the best of my knowledge I’ve never had a man stare or turn to look at me twice because of my sex appeal.

His first email acknowledge my answers and informed me that initially the questions would be general but gradually become extremely personal, and if I was uncomfortable in answering them to discontinue with my quest. Scooter began by suggesting that if I was serious about having a relationship with my son I should consider birth control and take “The Pill.” He also assumed that I was a single parent family, and asked if I was a stay at home or working mom, full or part time. He wanted to know if I was computer literate, inasmuch, did I have the capability and facility to scan or print off documents from the internet. He also wanted to know if Carter was ever alone in the house on a regular basis and for any extensive periods of time. His final instructions were to occasionally call Carter sweetie. I confirmed that I was a single parent working full time, computer literate with the knowledge and facility to scan or print off documents from the internet. Each weeknight I arrive home two hours after Carter, and Saturday morning’s I go shopping while Carter remains in the house alone. I confirmed that when appropriate I would start to call Carter Sweetie.

You need to understand that over time many emails flew back and forth and I can’t keep writing, he said, I said, he wrote, I replied, it becomes boring so I’m going try to write what happened in sequence as a story, but remember the whole thing was a lot more fragmented than how its written.

First off Scooter wanted to know about my relationship with my husband. I told him when we married I was young and had lived a sheltered life and was inexperienced and unknowledgeable in the rituals of sex. I refused to perform oral sex, I also refuse to allow him to tie me up and perform anal sex, and believed that was the cause of him seeking solace with other women, which eventually led to him leaving me. I’ve learnt my lesson I wouldn’t let that happen again. The questioning started to become weird, Scooter wanted to know if had I any reason to suspect that Carter, when alone in the house, was wandering around my bedroom, opening drawers, looking, touching things. He certainly had the opportunity. The same thing was asked about the laundry basket, where was it kept, was there any chance that Carter was handing my lingerie, perhaps even wearing it?

For my part it was totally inconceivable he xhamster porno would be doing such things. I thought it underhanded when it was suggested that I set traps for him, but nevertheless I did it anyway. In the laundry basket I laid certain items of lingerie in a specific pattern then took a photograph on my mobile to compare with the following days. The same procedure was carried out in my lingerie drawer and the drawer containing my lady products.

The spotlight turn to me, he asked if I had previously tried to seduce Carter. He wanted to know if either of us casually touched the other, say by putting a hand on the others arm, touching the others face, if sitting close, on the others thigh? If I wasn’t touchy feely with Carter then I should start doing it. He also stressed it was important that if we developed a sexual relationship it be kept secret, could Carter be trusted to keep the secret? Scooter wanted to know, that when the time was right and an encouraging situation began to develop, was I in a financial position to buy a few clothes. Initially he thought a skirt, a particular special bullet bra, sweater and a lingerie set consisting of a sexy bra and matching panties.

The night after setting the traps for Carter, when I arrived home from work, I compared the way the clothes were lying in the laundry basket against the picture on my phone. I was a little disappointed since it seemed that nothing had been disturbed, which also applied to my lingerie drawer and the drawer I kept all my lady products in. However the second night, items had been disturbed in each of the three locations and perhaps other drawers as well but I had no picture to compare them with. My heart began to race, I was physically shaking, my legs seeming unable to support me, forcing me to sit on the bed so that I could place my head between knees to overcome the sensation of feeling faint.

Carter must have been concerned thinking I had been missing for some time, because he shouted up the stairs, “You ok mom?”

Without thinking I called out “Yes darling I’ll be down in a minute.” Closing the drawers and shutting the lid on the laundry basket I became curious about exactly what he could be doing with my clothes and things. My underwear he could handle feeling the fabric, smell them, but that didn’t sound very erotic, wrap them around his manhood using them to masturbate, and Scooter mentioned wearing them. I tried to picture Carter lying on my bed wearing my bra and underwear masturbating. If that was the case I could check the bed and my lingerie for semen stains. I had to stop and slowly get my bearings because I was becoming aroused just thinking about him wearing my lingerie. Eventually when I drifted down stairs to get dinner I found myself looking at Carter in a different light.

Before my communications with Scooter I was naive, but because I had been pre-warned what to look for I began to notice things which previously would never have registered. During dinner, with Carter sitting opposite me I began to realize that he was stealing glances at my breasts. Carter was telling me about his day at college and how it was one of those days where everything went wrong. I slipped my hand across the table and patted his hand in an attempt to console him. When I touched him it was like receiving an electric shock. A picture of him lying naked on my bed with me wearing black lacy lingerie, lying half across him kissing him while massaging his manhood, flash across my mind. I could feel the sensation of our lips being pressed together, and my hand wrapped around his pride and joy as it slipped up and down.

I received my next set of instruction informing me that it was time to make a few purchases. Scooter was very specific when it came to me buying a bra, suggesting that I look online for a vintage, 1940 — 1950 satin pointed bra otherwise referred to as a bullet bra. It was important that it should be kept hidden from Carter until the appropriate time to wear it. It was also necessary for me to purchase a tight sweater to complement the bra, which didn’t need to be kept hidden. Finally I was to purchase a black satin and lace lingerie set, consisting of a bralette and matching panties which I had to wear for a day then place it in the laundry basket to create a trap. Ensuring that I took a photograph of it on my phone for a further comparison. The skirt was another issue which would be attended to after the current purchases had been received.

Friday evening Carter was sitting in the chair, all my purchases had been received and the special bra hidden away. I stood in front of Carter and began to implement the plan Scooter devised. “Sweetie can I ask you for your opinion, and you must be truthful you won’t hurt my feelings because I’m not sure of the answer, never having considered it before.”

“Sure mom what is it?”

“A female colleague at work has said that I need to wear shorter skirts. I’m not really influenced by her and can see no reason why I should wear shorter skirts, but I do value your opinion and I’d like to know what you think.”

“Mom from what I’ve seen you have nice legs and I think xnnx porno you ought to become a little more modern and wear shorter skirts.”

I asked Carter, but he had no idea what length of skirt I should wear. I suggested, that if I got a tape measure and stood in front of him, I could lift my skirt up until he thought it was a suitable height, then he could measure the length of the skirt. I saw his eyes light up as he agreed to assist and I was pretty confident that I anticipated his intentions. I lifted my skirt a little, Carter said, “Higher,” I raised it higher, and higher, and higher, if I raised much higher I would be displaying my underwear. The next time he said higher I laughed and told him he was naughty, Scooter having already warned me about not calling my son a naughty boy, saying it was defamatory because of what I was trying to achieve. We settled on a height and Carter knelt in front of me and measured the length of the skirt, while sliding a hand up my leg beneath the skirt. I didn’t want to chastise or discourage him but I needed to stop him before he went too far. I thanked him for the measurement turned and walked away returning the tape measure to where I found it.

I persuaded Carter to take me shopping Saturday morning, the plan was for me to model several skirts and for him to pick the one he preferred. It was while modelling the skirt that I was hoping to encourage his sexual interest in me. A year or so ago I bought an extremely soft bra which I had hardly worn because it lacked support, allowing my breasts, much to my embarrassment, to flop and bounce around while I walked. Friday night I tried it on again only this time I wore my new tight sweater over the top and my high heeled stilettos, then watched myself in the mirror walking around my bedroom. I couldn’t help thinking if he doesn’t find the sight of my breasts bouncing around stimulating, and notice my nipples as the sweater formed around them, making them completely obvious, he must be either gay or dead.

Saturday morning while I was cooking breakfast Carter wandered into the kitchen and in a matter of seconds his eyes seemed to lock onto my breasts and never left them. While feeling slightly embarrassed with him watching me, I also felt excited convinced that my sex appeal could attract and captivate my son. Later as he drove us to the mall Carter kept taking his eyes off the road to look across at me, stealing glances at my breasts. I suppose it should be considered dangerous, and should have known better. The situation excited me, and my nipples were swollen because of it, with me deliberately encouraging him by turning slightly to give him a better view of my breasts.

At the mall we made our way up to the second floor where the haute couture establishments were located, which is just another name for the higher class clothes shops. We were welcomed by a female sales assistant with whom we discussed the extent of their stock of mini-skirts. When the sales assistant enquired as to the length of skirt, she gave a smug smile when I suggested eighteen inches and became embarrassed when she lowered her eyes to take in my breasts, it was if she could read my mind, and knew of my intentions. She returned with four skirts on hangers and hung them up in the changing room, then held the curtain to one side allowing me to enter. Although the skirt fitted perfectly it felt strange never having worn anything quite so revealing before, except on the beach of course, but then everybody was dressed the same. In this case everybody wasn’t dress the same and my neighbors would certainly see the difference in the way I dressed, and probably disapprove.

When I came out of the dressing room Carter was sitting on a chair provided by the sales assistant, she was standing to one side with her hand on his shoulder. I felt severe pangs of jealousy thinking that this woman could be flirting with my son, which made me more determined to provide Carter with a spectacle as I modeled each skirt. I sashayed up and down ensuring each time my stiletto heel impacted the floor the shock vibrated through my body causing my breasts to jiggle around within my bra. Obviously Carter couldn’t see the effect as I walked away from him, I could only assume he was watching my butt, but he was certainly looking at my legs and watching my breasts as I approached him. After trying on the four skirts I asked Carter which one he preferred, apparently he didn’t like any of them.

Carter asked the sales girl if they had anything in a satin material. According to the girl all they had was a mini-skirt in a charmeuse material which is similar to satin but lighter, softer, the drape a little more liquid and the sheen, slightly more muted. Unfortunately they only had it in a sixteen inch length but he still persuaded me to try it on. Although the material felt fabulous I was conscious of the fact that the hem of the skirt was only just below mid-thigh. I suppose I should have guessed the outcome when Carter had me walking up and down numerous times modelling the skirt and adopting various poses and of course that was his choice. After purchasing the skirt we did a little shopping then Carter took me to lunch, during which I told him of my concerns about wearing the skirt, and the reaction of others towards me. He was amazing and so supportive at the same time reminding me that I had asked for his opinion and was adamant about purchasing the skirt he selected.

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For most individuals, learning one’s way around a kitchen or bar is a skill acquired only over time and with a great deal of practice. While various food and beverage networks permeate cable and satellite television, and, as always, printed cookbooks and guides are available, most people simply learn by doing. In fact, this method of skill and talent honing is used for an overwhelming amount of a person’s avocations. In the case of Denise Lanica, a thirty-something woman living in her hometown, few community events or school functions proceeded without contributions from her kitchen or, depending on the event, home bar. The curvy, sensuous woman was known for preparing main dishes and, fittingly, desserts.

Newly divorced, yet managing her return to single life exceptionally well, Denise cooked, baked, and made mixed spirits for nearly any and all requesters, notably in the Summer months around the time of the annual Italian Fest. She had enjoyed this festival for many years, and was pleased to provide sale items to local vendors, but was reluctant to post her name or any other identifying reference on her goods. Remaining private, in all areas of her life, was very important to Denise. She was no prude by any stretch (in fact, Denise possessed quite the wild side at times), but, simply wanted people to enjoy her work for what it was, and not who it was from. True as it was, Denise didn’t want to be known as the “sexy chef”.

One rather nondescript evening, Denise’s brother, Jay, made a surprise, unannounced visit to her home. Jay lived an hour’s distance from her now, and only infrequently made the trip into town for family events or job-related appointments. This is not to say Jay didn’t miss some aspects of his old town; what he missed most was Denise’s cooking, friendship, and, speaking purely as a man, the way she looked. “Jay! What are you doing here?” Denise happily exclaimed upon meeting him at the back porch door. “C’mere and give me a hug!”. The two embrace, exchanging tight, caressing-type hugs, then separate to obtain a full view of one another. Instantly, Jay’s “pure male” side agreed with the view: Denise, at arm’s length, clad in cutoff shorts and a loose-fitting, button-down top, apparently worn for at-home comfort, as three top buttons were missing. A subtle, teasing inch or two of Denise’s cleavage was evident, supported only by her natural, soft skin.

While Jay didn’t plan his wardrobe for this impromptu trip, his own attire caught the attention of the sexy sister. “Hey, I like the black short sleeve shirt, Jay..Looks good on ya” she complimented him, flashing her bright, disarming smile. Ever the self-deprecating one, Jay brushed off the compliment, but thanked Denise nonetheless, which offered the opportunity for an in-kind response. “Well, it was clean, so I wore it…You, on the other hand, look great in anything, including that comfy, loose, kinda “I’m at home” shirt and frayed shorts..Like the shorts, by the way” he slyly said to her. With a playful, innocent butt-shake, Denise thanked her brother and strode across the kitchen, Jay’s eyes planted on the countours of her body the whole time.

Striking up typical conversation, Denise asked Jay what brought him up her way that early evening. “Spur of the moment thing, D..I was sitting home, mind just wandering I guess, and decided to make a run up here. Thought maybe we’d grab a beer or something if you were going to be around”. Seating herself on the near corner of the square dining room table, legs touching Jay’s, Denise poured coffee, and tilted her head to one side, with an “Aw, isn’t that sweet” mannerism before offering an apology of sorts. “Sorry, hun, but I’ve gotta make some desserts for this week’s festival tonight..They need them by Tuesday morning..But, stay, you can keep me company, k?” she stated, placing her long-nailed fingers on his arm. Jay considered her request for a second or two before emphatically stating “Cool…You want me to help with anything? Lick the bowl, hold your eggs…No, wait..that didn’t come out right!” They both laughed, and Denise informed Jay that he’d be helping just by hanging out and keeping her company. “The quiet is nice, but, even I get lonely sometimes, hun…Hang out..It’ll be fun”.

As Denise stood up to begin making her famous desserts, Jay placed his hands on her waist, caressed her stomach with his thumbs, and spoke in a semi-serious tone. “I understand, D. Besides, you and I haven’t had any time to just hang out, alone, in such a long time..I’ll stay.” They both understood what Jay was referring to: Most visits that put them in each other’s company were large gatherings or events, with a minimum of 20 people. The alone time, great conversation, and strong friendship they had always enjoyed had become convoluted with and by other people. Since their early years, Jay and Denise would spend hours talking, joking, and confiding in each other. Though unspoken in those specific terms, both older sister and younger brother, now adults, knew anime porno they each missed those times.

“OK” she directed, “But you have to let me go so I can get started here!” With a sexy giggle, Denise placed her hands over Jay’s, removing them from her hips and returning to the countertop. Reaching above her head, Denise obtained a large mixing bowl and handed it to Jay, who had privately examined his sister’s posterior as she extended to get the bowl. “Put this on the table, and put in the stuff I give you” she directed, “Some of it may even be in the top cabinet, so you can look at my butt again”, she joked, aware of Jay’s focus. “What? You have eyes in the back of your head, D? How’d you know I was looking there..I coulda been looking at your legs” he responded. “Jay, honey..please..It’s me you’re talking to. I know you. Well. It’s ok, you can admit you just eyed me up.” she said with a laugh.

“Well, I…Yes, I did. But, you do have a nice ass..I AM still a guy, you know, D” Jay stated, becoming more at ease with the whole, building sexual energy situation. “Guess it’s allright..Long as you like what you see and don’t touch while I’m working…So, NO grabbing or pinching my ass, Jay!” Denise answered, then redirecting her brother to crack 4 eggs into the bowl. Such was done, and Jay eagerly awaited further directions. As his vixen sister handed him a recipe sheet, Jay complimented Denise on her inch-plus long nails, polished in an aqua blue color on this night. “Nails look great, D..I see you let them grow out again..Cool color, too” he said, gently stroking her forefinger and thumbnails. “Yeah, I just did them yesterday. Haven’t had them long in a while, so wanted to try it again” she stated, reminding Jay of the occasions when he’d polish them for her. “Sorry they’re not your favorite color, fire-engine red..Remember when you’d do them for me? I loved that, hun”. “So did I, D…So did I” he replied. Jay’s fires were crackling, on their way to being fully stoked for her.

Following her lead, Jay quickly became Denise’s kitchen assistant, and soon enough, the first batch of batter was prepared. Grasping a spoon, Denise dipped into the batter for a taste trial, stating “If it’s not good like this, it won’t be any better when it’s formed and hot”. Sampling a teaspoonful, Denise motioned a thumbs-up of approval, offering Jay a taste from the spoon as well. Complying with her request, Jay nibbled from the spoon before noticing a drop of batter on Denise’s pinkie nail. “Wait..one more taste” he said, halting her arm and licking the remaining droplet of batter from her long, aqua pinkie nail and fingertip skin. “Yum..Tasted good” Jay informed his sister, who sexily responded “The batter, or me?” Providing her with the most fitting and honest answer to that query, Jay simply stated “Both”.

Diligently working together with surprising effectiveness, Denise offered to make a relaxing drink before starting the next dessert. Directing Jay to obtain cranberry juice from the fridge, Denise stated intention to create one of her new favorite mixed spirits, a CosmoPlus. Observing as she concocted the drink made of Triple Sec, dry gin, a hint of Chambord, and cranberry juice, mixed with crushed ice, two thoughts entered Jay’s mind: Would I like the taste of this drink, and, just looking at the alcohol content and knowing Denise’s somewhat mild level of tolerance, how much would it relax her? The latter of these thoughts more than intrigued him as she completed and poured the spirits into goblet-type glasses, delivering two full servings to the table.

“Cheers, bud…And thanks for sticking around and helping tonight. We’ve got more to do” Denise said, raising her glass to Jay’s in toast. A clink of glass, quick sip, and it was Jay’s turn to toast. “Cheers to you, Denise..It’s my pleasure to help out such a beautiful, wonderful, and sexy woman…who also has tasty fingers!” Denise giggled and drank, waving her left hand in the air, showing off her sinewy, polished fingers, ending with a model-like positioning of the hand and nails against her upper torso skin. “Oh, that CosmoPlus hit the spot..Ready for another one?” she asked, returning to the counter to create a new batch. “Sure thing, D…Put that on the list of things you do well…make drinks” Jay responded, adding a flirty “and shake that ass”. Denise obliged on both accounts, presenting Jay with another mixed spirit and sexy butt wiggle, briefly raising the frayed bottoms of her shorts to flash Jay a little cheek.

Thirty minutes later, Denise realized the amount of baking not yet completed, and directed Jay that “we need to get this done..let’s move it, huns”. And so they did, again working in assembly line-like fashion to prepare the next batter batch. At it’s readiness, Jay decided to alter the taste testing ever so slightly. Upon D’s request to sample the batter, Jay did so, dipping a spoon into the bowl but not tasting until his sister became impatient. “What are you waiting for, taste it and asyalı porno let me know how it is” she said, partially sensing something was in the works. “OK, but I want to do it my way…You trust me?” Jay asked Denise, who nodded yes. With that, Jay unbuttoned the additional buttons on Denise’s shirt, exposing her marvelous breasts and well-toned abdominals. “What are you…no, not on my boobs…Jay! You’re going to eat it off of my body?” Denise exclaimed, smile on her face. “Uh-Huhhh” Jay answered, spreading the batter on Denise’s breasts, ribs, and swirling around her perfect oval innie navel before diving in for a taste. “Jay….wait, hun….oh…OH, right on the nipples.. ok..but you better get it all offa me” Denise stated, arching her back in effort to provide Jay with full access.

The now open-shirted woman stood motionless while Jay removed the smeared baking batter from her body, giggling when his hands or tongue touched a ticklish area. Still, Denise had to admit to herself that she found this erotic and wild. Unexpected visitor, someone she was very close to, shows up at her doorstep to have a few mixed drinks and be a little naughty with her in the kitchen. Pastes cookie batter over her body and eats and licks it off. The whole thing spoke to her wild side. The fact that it was her own brother doing it to her only increased the excitement level. What could be next, she thought, desperately trying to balance the practical (finishing the baking) with the wild (Jay’s other, as yet unseen desires for her).

As Jay removed the remaining baking batter from her now-tingling body, Denise playfully dipped her longest, most curved fingernail into the batter bowl, and led Jay’s mouth like a fish to a bait-filled hook. “Opps…got some on my finger again..Do you job, huns” she teased. As if already planning two steps ahead, Jay grasped Denise’s finger and raised it to her own mouth, dabbing a few batter spots onto her upper lip. “OK” he whispered, planting a deep, extended kiss to her lips. Denise’s sigh was noticeable as they broke away. “Mmm…nice job, bud..How ‘bout one more then we get back to work, k?” This time, Jay traced small kisses around her lips before replanting another extended, intense liplock on her. “Later, huns…later..Let’s get back to the baking now” she purred, alluding to more activity once the festival donations had been completed.

With her item listing on the table, Denise directed Jay to start icing the two finished trays of puff cookies (which were her definitive specialty). Stealing one or two for himself as he worked, Jay spread vanilla icing onto each individual puff like a pro until both 48-cup trays were done. A few spoonfuls of icing remained in the container, so, Jay began to eat it before getting another idea for his sister: If she like having batter eaten off of her, she’d love icing. He quickly organized and cleared the near end of the kitchen table, as he had envisioned laying her onto the spot very shortly to spread the icing on her and repeat the “edible sis” procedure. She looked focused and busy, however, so things would have to hit a lull in order for Denise to go for more messing around.

Checking the listing, Jay learned that the final baking batch was now in the oven, although the finishing touches and “prettying up” packaging remained to be completed. A little question and answer interaction would help his planning. “Deen…How long do those cookies take to get done?” he asked, referring to her in a name only he called her for many years. “Let me check” she said, opening the oven door. “Looks like maybe another 20 minutes or so…Why?” she asked in response. Jay stood up from the table and positioned himself in front of her body, peeling the opened shirt from her arms. “We can’t..not now..too much to do….What did you have in mind, sex on the table?” she quizzically asked. Sitting her on the table edge, Jay assured her “No, not sex on your table..I’d like to think that we’d at least hit a bed for that…Let me just say again..Trust me…”

A little intrigued, Denise put herself in Jay’s hands. “Lean back all the way..Goddam, you have a great body, you know that? Perfect figure, well-shaped boobs, thin soft waist..Yiy!” he commented. “What are you going to do to my tits this time, hun? Well, I’m here, so go ahead” she said, awaiting Jay’s action. Unsnapping her shorts, Jay then traversed the zipper to it’s end, exposing his sister’s lacy panties and incredible lower abdomen. A hint of pussy fuzz protruded from the panties as well. “Ohhh…I know what you’re going to do! All I can say is, the icing better not still be cold, or you’re in for it, sweetheart…” Jay began to spread and smear vanilla icing onto Denise’s stomach, inside her navel, and down into her crotch area, taking time to feel that area first. Denise’s moderate panting and heavier than normal breathing told Jay that this was the right move, indeed. Just for added pleasure, he scooped the bottom of the icing container for every babes porno last drop, smearing the remnants onto Denise’s breasts and neck. “Don’t tease me like this, Jay….Argh!! Eat it off me already…For that matter, eat ME already!”

“Only too happy to grant that wish, Deen…Now lay back, stay still if you can, and enjoy this” Jay stated, returning to the dark, serious tone. He again made Denise into his fleshy snack, devouring his icing handiwork with a passionate, building intensity that resulted in the moistening of Denise’s pussy. Curiously, Jay licked her body clean, however, left her neck as-is. Clearly, this would be his final area, a “topper” if you will. His mindset now had but one target: Denise’s pussy and complying with her wish to eat the icing and her insides. Grasping each waistband side with his hands, Jay pulled Denise’s shorts and panties to the floor, providing a naked, open-legged sister Denise on the table for his taking. This was Jay’s real reason for making tonight’s trip. Although he was uncertain as to the method, Jay had planned on seducing his hot sister Denise for some time, planning this evening as “get Deen” night. Thus far, it had far outdone even his own expectations.

Spreading her legs to straddle each table corner, Jay teasingly prepared Denise for what was to come. “Still a lot of icing there, Sexy…And it’s melting into all the right places.” Denise could only lie flat on her back and moan, waiting for Jay to eat her pussy. By this time, Denise was overheated such that Jay was no longer just her brother who she had a special bond with prior to this evening; He was her personal CSP, or, casual sexual partner. She knew this relationship would continue after the next morning, following a sure evening’s worth of sex. He’d been after her for years, and, she had similar feelings towards him. Yes, she loved him as her brother, but, now, she could love him as a man. It was a perfect arrangement for them both. A meaningful, hot, satisfying relationship that didn’t interfere with the workings of their separate lives. In short, it was the beginning of a very private, against all social mores, sexual relationship.

These thoughts ran through Denise’s head like wildfire as Jay played with and licked her clitoris inside and out, round and round, causing the table to shake. Denise’s shrieks and wails of pleasure reverberated off of the kitchen walls as her hands grasped for Jay’s head, keeping it pressed against her dripping pussy. The sweet taste of his sister’s juices had proven to be even better than he’d imagined. As Denise’s sweat-drenched upper body heaved for air, Jay halted his 20-minute expedition into her cunny, breaking from the action to lie on top of her.

“Ohh….I…I…cann’t move..Holy shit Jay…I’m still pulsing down there..You are GOOD!” she muttered to him. As she regained her breath, Denise spoke softly to Jay. “Come here…kiss me and don’t stop..Then we’re going to my bedroom, and you’re making love to me until tomorrow..I need you, Jay..This is so incredible…Just make love to me all night” she pleaded. Supporting her head in his hands, Jay declared promise to do exactly as she had requested. “Sweet D…I’ve wanted to ravage your body and make love to you for so long…You may not see it, but, you are the sexiest, most beautiful, intelligent woman I’ve ever met…And you know I love you more than just as my sister..I love you as a woman…And will prove that tonight, all night” The two rested on the table for several minutes before rising again. Denise broke the silence.

“Think that last batch burned…Oh well, they’ll have to make due with two trays instead of three” she lightheartedly said, referring to the final batch of cookies that were now blackened from sitting in an oven for 40 additional minutes. “No problem..I’ll tell them that I burned them because I was too busy staring at you in an opened shirt..They’ll understand!” Jay joked, squeezing and jiggling Denise’s tits. “Maybe I need to SHOW them, huh? Deliver the trays and not button my top?” she responded, grasping her boobs in jest. “I dare you to do that…No, wait..I want those for me, not the public..Your tits are too good to show to other people like that!” Jay quipped, leaning in for another body kiss on Denise. “Yeah, you’re right..bad enough I get the old men in the city that try to touch my ass, and this smarmy gas station guy snuck in a doorway titty grab on me..I don’t really need anyone else wanting to get at my goodies” she said, removing the burned batch from the oven.

Placing the burned remains of cookie puffs onto the countertop, Denise pushed her floor-strewn clothing underneath the kitchen table and struck a hands-on-hips pose while leaning against a chair. “So, should we clean this place up, or….go get messy?” she asked Jay, who’s stiffened rod remained intact. Taking two steps towards her, Jay wrapped Denise’s waist and body in his right arm, pulled her in close, and offered a one-word response. “Messy”. He then backed Denise into the near wall, and, as he had stated, began to simply ravage her body. Holding her arms above her head, Jay kissed, sucked, and munched on Denise’s pinned, crooked body, taking in it’s magnificence and listening to her high-pitched sighs.

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He opened the window, letting in the cool November air. She giggled, being reminded of how much she loved the Autumn season. To her, it felt as if there was a sense of wonder on the winds, holding limitless possibilities.

The cool breeze slipped through her negligee.

As he crossed the room toward the bed, her nipples began to harden in anticipation of the evenings activities. She thought of how wonderful it would be, to have his cock inside her. It had been so long since she had felt his warmth against her smooth, ivory skin.

She looked into his eyes as he approached her.

Although the room was dimly lit, she could still see a hint of green in his eyes. He stepped between her and the bed, slipping his arm around her waist.

She turned so that they both now faced the mirror. He leaned in and ran his chin along her neck and shoulder. She could feel his breath against her skin. He reached up into her nightey, and gently cupped her left breast. He extended his middle finger up to her nipple, which was even harder now, after she felt his skin against hers. He ran his finger around her nipple, slowly expanding out until he added all his fingers into the motion.

He gently ran his hand across her tummy, until he reached the edge of her panties. He brought his other hand around to her waist and gently slipped her negligee amatör porno top up, to remove it.

He leaned in and kissed the back of her neck after slipping the top over her head.

She let out a small moan when she felt his hard cock rub against her buttocks. She tilted forward slightly, and pushed back against the bulge in his boxers. He turned her around to face him and began kissing the left side of her neck. He licked along her collarbone, and gave a small nibble to the edge of her breast.

As he got down on his knees, he switched between kissing and licking her smooth, delicate skin.

When he reached her navel, he circled it with his tongue, continuing down to the edge of her panties. Without stopping, he pulled her panties down, stiffening his tongue as he reached her pussy.

The taste of her was better than he had remembered.

He let out a satisfied moan as he began to search for her clit with his mouth. He grabbed her hips and turned her toward the bed. As she collapsed onto the mattress, he turned his body toward her torso, into a sixty-nine position.

She pulled his boxers down to expose his rigid cock.

She licked the head, then circled it with her tongue. Without a pause she grabbed his right buttock as she took the full length of his shaft in her mouth. They shifted their bodies anal porno so that she was now on top. She grabbed the base of his cock and began to stroke him as she worked the head with her tongue and lips.

He, in turn, licked up and down the lips of her wet, delicious pussy. As he reached her clit, he stiffened his tongue and began a circular motion around it. They continued their oral pleasuring as she announced, between gasps…

“Nnnuuhhh… I want you… Mmmnnhh… inside me… Please… Nnfff… fuck me… fuck me NOW!!”

He dug his fingers into her flesh and flattened out his tongue. He licked the full length of her pussy one last time. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and spun around on one knee. She reached down and stroked his cock as he positioned himself over her body. He tilted his hips and gently rubbed his hard dick against her wet labia. He slowly inserted the head, and began to rotate it inside her. He kept the motion going as he slowly inserted his shaft.

Once he was fully inside her, he began to kiss her neck, moving down to her breast.

She tilted her hips up, so that as his cock slid back and forth, she could feel the base of it rub against her clit. He circled her hard nipple with his tongue, then gently bit down on it. He reached down and pulled both of her legs up, increasing the speed of anal breakers porno his thrusts. After several seconds of intense action, she pushed up on the back of her arms. She was ready to be on top… her favorite position… so she could ride his thick, hard cock.

He leaned back and released her legs, and grabbed her shoulders to help move her into the top position. They moved in synch as he shifted his legs around under hers. She pushed up off of the bed, keeping his cock inside her pussy during the entire switching of positions.

She leaned forward and they kissed as she began to ride him.

He felt her skin against his and let out a small moan. He kissed her breasts as she began to sit upright. He slid his hands down her body, until they reached her hips. He locked his fingers onto her skin and pulled her forward each time she took his cock inside her. She pushed down on his chest as she moved her hips back and forth, faster and faster.

She leaned forward, increasing the friction against her clit.

The bed began to shake as she rode his cock harder… faster… harder.. faster. She started to moan as the orgasm built. He pushed his hips up off the bed and they kissed, their bodies moving together. They both began to cum as they embraced, still shaking the bed. Their rhythm slowed as they moaned and gasped in the wake of their final pleasure.

As the waves of each orgasm subsided, they locked their hands together and kissed. They laid their heads together on the same pillow, and he nuzzled into her neck. He gently kissed her neck, and whispered, “I’ve missed you.”

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By the time I got back to my apartment, I felt no different for supposedly having Mum’s adjustment removed, but I did have a smile on my face about it when I dropped down on my couch with a cold beer.

After a minute, Stanley clawed his way up, and I sat there through several more beer, paying attention to him while sorting out how I’d proceed with Ashleigh’s agenda while, at the same time, proceeding with my own ongoing investigation of the whole situation.

“So, now I’m Aunt Ashleigh’s agent,” I remarked with a wry grin.

Stanley looked at me curiously as I replied, “I wouldn’t see it like that. We’re helping her to make things better for everyone.”

“You always take her side.”

“That’s because I know she’s right. I trust her.”

“You’d make a great fool, but a piss-poor detective.”

“Every detective relies on gut instinct.”

“We both know you’re about a lot more than gut instinct. Sometimes, I’m not even sure I can trust you.”

“You know how fucked up that sounds?”

“I’m well aware of how fucked up that sounds. Just make sure you’re on my side, or I cut you off.”

“You’d be stupid to do that here… now. You couldn’t quit drinking now, anyway.”

“Don’t be so sure of that.”

“You can’t bluff me.”

“Then you should know that I’m not bluffing. Now I know what you are and I know that you’re nothing without me.”

“Like you don’t benefit?”

“Seems like I got little choice.”

“That’s right. Cause you know that, even if you do stop drinking, I’ll always be here in some measure. I’ll always exert my will in little ways here and there, a lot of times without you even realizing, and I’ll only get stronger in time.”

“Unless I find a way to get rid of you entirely. … Yeah… nothing to say to that, huh? You seem to forget what my purpose is here.”

“I won’t drive you crazy, Ashleigh said.”

“That doesn’t help Mum, does it? As for Ashleigh, you’re the one who trusts her, not me. Not yet. In the meantime, you can have whatever opinions you want but, if you want to stay, you stay on my side or you’re gone should I ever find a way.”

” … I’m always on your side. You know that. You know I love you like nobody else ever could.”

“Yes. I know that.”

I (we) sat in silence for a little while, getting up to take a piss and grab another beer to sit with until it too was gone, until Mum’s other son had a fair sized hand, despite my threats to cut him off.

“Y’know what?” he asked.

“What?”

“We’ll never keep anything from Ashleigh. I don’t believe she’ll be searching our head for deception, but should she ever want to find out for sure, she’d have no problem with it. Your- Our- little investigation will have to be done aboveboard where she’s concerned, at least for the most part.”

“See? That’s what I expect from you.”

“I’m so fuckin’ horny.”

“Mentally horny,” I clarified, being without a hardon just then.

“Oh, yeah. Like Mum says.”

“Fuckin’ totally.”

” … Grab another beer and let’s get outta here.”

When I walked into the kitchen about ten minutes later, Gina stood there drinking a glass of water.

“Hi,” I casually offered before sitting at the island.

“Hi.”

She seemed ‘off’.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah, sure,” she lied.

“Miss home?”

” … You know… Please don’t take this the wrong way, but you Burchells are… Different. Unique in this subtle way. I always saw it in Kitten, ever since I first met her, and it’s been something that’s drawn me every bit as much as who she is. In a sense, it is who she is, and all you Burchells share it. It’s attractive, but… I probably shouldn’t have told you that.”

“You seem upset,” I observed. (No shit)

She was about to answer, but was cut off by the entrance of Anne, the Night Chef.

“Good evening, Mr. Burchell, Ms. Green. Would either of you like anything?”

“I’d love an omelet,” I answered.

“I’m fine,” Gina said, politely waving Anne off with a fake smile. “Actually, I gotta go. Nice running into you,” she bade.

“I’ll see you around,” I told her, knowing my fake smile was perfect.

As usual, the heavy door to the cave opened with a surprising ease and, when I saw Sheila sitting with her legs crossed at the bar, a smile crossed my face.

She wore a pair of tight jeans and a snug, black camisole and, when I hopped up on the stool beside her, I couldn’t help but check her out as I greeted her.

“Hi.”

“Hey, kid,” she returned with a bright smile, but a slightly off expression.

“We drink too much,” I decided as I watched the approaching bartender.

“Speaking for myself, I deserve that right.”

“I try not to think about that aspect of it. Canadian, please,” I added at Sheldon’s questioning expression.

There was a small crowd of off duty staff again, Delores being one of them. She caught my eye and waved, offering a friendly smile. I waved back, thinking to myself of how every one of Ashleigh’s staff could be under the youporn porno Jedi spell.

“You sound like you haven’t had a good day,” Sheila said.

“I wouldn’t say that, exactly. Let’s just say that this family seems to have become my business and it started before Mum and I ever got here.”

“Well… that’s good news for me. That means I’m your business.”

I smiled accordingly, thinking about how I was supposed to encourage a reconciliation between her, my mother and Kitten, but replying while checking her out again.

“Well, on this front, business looks pretty damned good.”

“Haaaaa! Oh my god, never use that in a bar, kid!”

“That was good,” I insisted with a proud smile, nodding at Sheldon as he set my beer on the bar in front of me.

“It was corny and it made me wanna puke. I’ve heard them all, y’know sweetie pie.”

“I’ll try harder next time.”

“I should expect. You’ll never get into my panties like that.”

“Sheila!”

“Oh, fuck off. Ya know ya want me.”

“Who wouldn’t?”

“See, that was good. It was honest and complimentary. Just because I’m a slut doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate a little romance.”

“Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

“We’ve had this conversation. Anyway, just go and ask Kitten, she’ll tell you. She’ll tell you to stay away from me, too.”

“She already has.”

She looked up from her drink, a clear fluid that I guessed contained no small amount of vodka.

“Personally, I think she’s crazy,” I amended, taking a long gulp of my beer.

“You may be right about that. You may also be interested to know that she’s warned me off of you, too. Told me she’d tell your mother if she found out we were hanging around with each other. Apparently, she saw us last night.”

“Oh, fuck. What’d you tell her?”

Not much. Nothing that would add up to anything your mother could throw in our faces. … Worried?”

“Well, yeah. I don’t know why. It’s not as though I’m going to stop hanging out with you, and I know she’ll catch us sooner or later, so why worry?”

“You know why.”

I sighed, “Whatever,” thinking of how my friendship with Sheila would complicate what I was supposed to accomplish with Kitten.

“You’re brave, that’s for sure.”

“Stupid,” I corrected.

“Maybe that, too. Personally, I just fucking hate being told what to do, especially by Kitten. God, she reminds me of my mother and you know that’s not a good thing.”

“Do I ever. How’d you stand being in the same house with that?”

“I don’t know. I suppose it’s like people say about what you accept as normal behaviour from your family, based on what you grew up learning to expect.”

“You had to know that wasn’t normal at some point.”

“Well, yeah, it’s just that at that point, you’ve already acclimatized and found your place. It becomes your personal normal, no matter how strange or unbearable it is.”

“Seems hard to imagine, based on what Mum told me.”

“Yeah, well there’s some stuff that not even your mum knows about. Things that evil bitch did to me that I couldn’t tell her.”

“She told me Marie hated you most of all.”

“She wasn’t lying. It was never a good thing for me to be alone with Mum. Ever. You know, she’s the only person I’ve ever hated in my entire life? Sometimes I think that the level of my hatred for her didn’t leave an ounce of it for anyone else.”

“I don’t blame you. And did I ever almost shit myself when I saw her face.”

“I’ll bet. I’ll bet she felt the same way when she saw yours.”

“She thought I was Ashleigh’s son at first, until… she smelled that I was Mums.”

” … Huh?”

“She could tell which of her daughters gave birth to me by my smell, once I got close enough.”

” … Seriously?”

“Yeah, it creeped the hell outta me too, but it only got worse from there. I ended up running out of the place full tilt.”

“I believe it. I still can’t get over the pattern of likeness in the family. Like I said, Kathleen’s resemblance to Mum was just one of those things a person grows up with and accepts, but with you and Dad, me and Kitten…”

She looked at me strangely, with an almost vulnerable expression before sipping at her drink.

“It’s more than that,” I informed, “it’s the irregularity of the pattern. I don’t resemble my father in any way, nor do I look anything like Mum. I don’t share any personality traits with either one, despite how you say I’m just like her. On the other hand, Ashleigh and I share both appearances and personality traits very closely.”

“You are just like your mother,” she maintained with a teasing grin, “whether it be by personality traits, or learned behaviour. As for you and Ashleigh, obviously I’ve noticed the physical similarities, but what personality traits do you mean?”

I shook my head, saying, “She really could be my mother. In a family where things made sense, she would be.”

“Like Kitten and I.”

“Exactly, but even that’s… I mean Kitten with Marie’s whole demeanor and zenci porno everything.”

“Fuckin’ totally. And then there’s the sex drive,” she added with a horny, playful smile.

“And then there’s the sex drive,” I agreed with a sigh, but also a smile.

Sheila laughed a bit, raised her glass and, still with that smile she toasted, “Here’s to our sex drives.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little too as I toasted with my beer. There was just something about Sheila that was so much fun. In a way, she was like Mum when she was in a good mood, but this was her usual personality. The cool aunt.

Presently, the cool aunt was leaning forward and coming in for a kiss. I leaned forward and met her halfway and we lingered, both of us grinning as our tongues started to play. Her forearm came to a rest behind my head and across my shoulders as her other hand braced on my thigh.

“I’m really fuckin’ horny,” she whispered.

“So am I,” I quietly admitted with the same grin I’d been wearing, my cock starting to twitch menacingly.

“Well… what are we gonna do about it, sweetie pie?”

“I don’t know.”

“That’s okay. Sheila has a few dirty ideas. (Giggle!)”

Kitten

“And you just left her?” Auntie Kathleen asked.

In hesitation, I looked back up to her face, the predicament I’d created for Gina poking at senses weighted with guilt.

“Yeah. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but the idea of it…”

“Leaving her to her own devices…”

“Yes, exactly. You understand?”

Auntie gave me one of those smiles from the other end of her couch and replied, “Yes, I know what you mean. Getting off on a physical level is one thing, but there’s also the psychological sexuality that has to be satisfied.”

“Yes.”

“In some ways,” she continued, “it’s more powerful than the physical side of sex, but there’s no denying how good it is when both are brought together.”

“Yes!”

“But you feel guilty about Gina because you used her to attain that gratification.”

” … Yes,” I toned, deflated in a heartbeat.

“Awww, Kitten, don’t look like that. Sweetie pie, as much as it pains me to admit it, Ash is right in what she says about us. I, uhh… Well, I’ve always made a point of behaving myself as well as I could over the years after seeing Sheila in action from such an early age, but it wasn’t easy and… Lately, I’ve been… well, a bit naughty.”

” … How naughty, Auntie?” I asked.

“Heh… Uhh, let’s just say that I carry some regrets as well, hon. Its life, I guess. Things change and stuff happens.”

“Um, you mean the trouble in Vancouver?”

” … To an extent.”

“It must have been awful.”

“Yes. It was. Steven was incredible; he saved me. I was so unprepared at the time, other things on my mind. He’s so strong… I really can’t blame my recent behaviour on that alone, though,” she sighed. “Yes, it was the catalyst, but it’s no excuse.”

“Have you ever heard a song called Thin Ice?”

“A Pink Floyd song, yes. Sheila always loved it.”

“I know. She told me about it.”

Auntie snorted derisively, taking my empty glass and rising to her high heeled feet. I watched her bum, a lot like mine but a bit rounder as she spoke to me in terms that only Ashleigh could approach, terms that actually could speak to me.

“I share your worries, Kitten, but the thing you have to remember here, the thing that separates us from Sheila, is how far we take things like that song. One can’t just run their life based on poetry, the idea is absurd from the word go. Fiction is fiction, reality is reality and reality is often a lot dirtier than fiction. (Siiigh) I worry about how much like her I am. I always have to some extent, but not like I have been recently. My capabilities do scare me at times, and I won’t deny that people have been victimized to satisfy my… need for complete sexual experience… But there’s a difference where Sheila is concerned, something that I figured out about her a long time ago. You see, Sheila always had trouble understanding feelings from another person’s point of view.”

She was returning with our drinks, another of which I really didn’t need. When she was settled, much closer this time, and she’d handed me my drink, she went on.

“I mean that quite literally. It’s not exactly as though she doesn’t care, because she does. It’s just that she has no appreciation of other people’s feelings. She can’t understand how another might feel if they found out she was cheating, although she might feel jealousy if the situation were reversed.”

I turned this over in my mind before I had to ask clarification.

“I know. It’s hard to wrap your mind around it, but it’s true. Her actions and ensuing explanations of them made it clear over and over. It sounds like denial and, for a long time, that’s what I thought it was, but I was wrong. I wouldn’t be surprised if nobody else ever figured it out. She’s not one to get that close to people, never has been save for me.”

“But, I’m not like that,” I put xhamster porno in with honest certainty. “I know how other people feel all too well.”

“So do I, and that’s my point. Yes, I’ve become… a little slutty. I like it and I sort of can’t help… (Ahem) But, I can and do identify with the emotional reactions of those around me. I try to help them, not go through them without a thought, despite my failings. This is what makes me different from Sheila, and it’s also what makes you different, sweetie pie. It’s why we both feel guilt when we look back on our regrets, when we worry about where we’re headed.”

She had a point, especially with the exclusive, albeit confusing, information about Sheila’s behaviour.

“Isn’t that right?”

“Well… yeah, except…”

“What?”

“It still leaves my horny.”

“Yeah. Um, like I said, I hate to agree with Ash, but she does have a point about the Burchell drive. I mean, I can only speak for myself, but I’ve been looking at the opportunities here… I’m just saying that it might be best if I started thinking realistically.”

“Wow. So, you’re gonna stay here?”

“Whoa, I didn’t say I was staying. I just said that I may be adjusting some old rules.”

“So, you’re going,” I glumly assumed.

She paused but, with a reassuring smile, repled, “I didn’t say that, either. Obviously, if I did decide to let my hair down, to use that cliché, this would be a good place to reside. On the other hand, it could get pretty boring.”

Auntie sighed, placing a light hand with rings on three of its fingers on my thigh to slowly caress while she advised, “Try not to make life altering decisions before you have to, sweetie pie. Keep your options open as long as you can, you’d be surprised what sometimes pans out before you commit yourself.”

“Yeah… I’ve been sort of thinking about it, too. Staying here, I mean. Not seriously, just as a… I don’t know. It’s scary to think that I could just totally change my life with one decision that nobody could reverse. It’s so big that I can’t take it seriously enough to see it as a realistic future. But Auntie, how would it ever get boring here?”

She looked down at my lap, answering after a short pause and an almost devious smile, “I hope to show you sometime. Kitten… You know, you might want to stay here, at least for a time. Like I said about keeping your options open before committing yourself?”

I nodded my silent understanding as she looked back to my face.

“And if, for whatever reason, you decide against this, you might seriously consider a… a life with me. Steven and I. I know we’ve only known each other three days, but…”

“I know, Auntie. I feel it, too. Um, I… have this situation at home. I can tell you now that, were it not for that and should I decide to not stay here, I’d go with you in a second, but I got this stuff I gotta…”

“I know, hon,” she said, taking my hand in hers. “I don’t mean to press, I just wanted you to be aware of that particular option. We have much in common, more than you know. There’s so much I can tell you.”

Before I could answer, she came in for a soft, lingering kiss to my lips. I kissed back, looking into her eyes and allowing her to slowly, gently push me back to recline in the corner of the couch while her lips became more aggressive. I parted my legs so she could easier lay against me, driving her tongue into my mouth as I squealed, grabbing her bum.

Before I knew it, my tank-top was pulled up to my neck and Auntie was sucking and nibbling on my nipples just the way I love, the very way I do to myself.

“Oh… ooo-ooh, Auntie, my boobies…”

She went to town on them for another minute before coming up for air, looking at me with an abandon I’d only ever seen in Auntie Ashleigh’s face while she husked an exhilarating directive.

“You horny little cunt… take all your fuckin’ clothes off.”

Steven

“I don’t believe this,” I laughed as Sheila and I sat side by side on the bar top with our feet on our stools, pressed closely together.

“(Giggle!)”

“And I don’t know how the fuck I let you talk me into this,” I added, knowing perfectly well how.

It was because I was horny as hell, had been all day for assorted good reasons and, by that time, I’d imbibed enough to be quite open to the influences of my mother’s other son. I didn’t really care anymore, and the more I drank, the less I did.

Sheldon stepped up to her stool as Delores stepped up to mine with the same good humoured and anxious smile. Then, both of our volunteers reached forward and started unfastening our jeans.

“Oh my god, Sheila.”

“I can tell you’re already hard,” she dirtily accused while she watched Delores’s fingers undo the button above my zipper.

“Your clit’s probably just as big right now.”

“What do you know about my clit?” she laughed as she watched the zipper of her jeans being pulled down.

“I guess I’m about to find out when I see it.”

“Well, your cock definitely looks nice and big,” she said, staring at the blood engorged lump in my pants.

With no underwear again, she got to see for herself a few seconds later when my dress pants were pulled down my thighs. It lay against my shirt, achingly hard and ready for action in ways that Sheila wasn’t aware.

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Just when life can seem regular and uninteresting, a sharp turn can take place. That recent sharp turn in my life was brought about by my wife of two and a half years, Elaine.

Now, wives often cause life to be rather exciting and mine is no exception. Elaine is a pretty twenty-three year old blond, medium length, blue eyes, exactly five feet, right on the money, yes, she’s fairly short, just don’t kid her about it, it does piss her off, I might add, rather feisty, one hundred-fourteen pounds, nice, well, very nice 34C boobs, so firm, she doesn’t even jiggle, and I love sucking her pretty light pink nipples.

So, any way, my wife was talking with her sister, Erika, she’s thirty, also very pretty, blond, shorter hair, taller at five-four, about one hundred thirty or so, also blue eyes, and boobs smaller than her younger sis, 34B, Elaine tells me. Yes, she loves the fact that her tits are bigger than her older sister. These two have always been pretty competitive with each other. Lots of sisters are, I guess. Just like brothers.

Well, it turned out that they were talking about sex, something they often talked about, I really think they had told each other about ever feel and fuck they had ever had, well, maybe not quite that bad, but, anyway, it seems that Erika was telling her that she, at thirty, had never been given oral sex and her husband, Jeremy, five years older than her, wasn’t interested. I guess she had asked him. More than once. And, none of her boyfriends before she was married had ever done it to her either. Amazing.

After the phone conversation, she was filling me in on all this.

“Yeah, Jeremy just won’t do it. I guess some guys don’t like it. Glad you’re not one of them, Russ, oh, am I ever.”

“Well, that’s sure not me as you well know. Has she tempted him with a blowjob or two?”

“Oh, she’s done that, yes, I suggested that a few months ago. She sucks him off, he just goes out and mows the grass. I’m afraid I’ve rather bragged about your oral skills between my legs, you know how she and I are, one has to top the other.”

“So, you’re rubbing it in that I’m eating you out every minute of the day, right?”

“Oh, maybe not every minute. But, well, I have bragged, yes.”

“Well, great, bragging about how your hubby eats you out. Elaine, you’re awful. You’re just rubbing it in.”

“Well, actually, she asked me something that was rather surprising.”

“What was that?”

“I’m not sure I want to tell you.”

“Huh, what’s that mean?”

“Well, she asked me if I thought you’d like to do it to her?”

“Eat her pussy? Your sister?”

“Exactly.”

“Now, you’re kidding.”

“Would you do it? I don’t mind, it’s really up to you.”

“She really asked you that? You’re serious?”

“She did, even repeated it before we hung up.”

“You don’t care? If I get down and lick and tongue your sister’s pussy?”

“You heard me.”

“That’s really something Jeremy should do.”

“I’ve told you all that. Look, Erika is a pretty woman, I’ve seen her naked, you’ll love doing it, Russ.”

“Well, I might do it if you agreed to be there, too, in the room.”

“What is it, you don’t trust my sister? Or, maybe yourself?”

“No, it’s just that I think that if it’s your idea, you should be there.”

“So, you’ll do it, you’ll do Erika?”

“Yeah, what the hell, her pussy must be like yours, after all, you’re sisters. And I love yours.”

“Aren’t you sweet. Maybe I’ll have you do mine right now,” and she slid her shorts and panties to the floor as I got down between her legs and gave her oral sex which she loves. It netted me a great blowjob right after.

That was pretty much the last of it until about a week and a half later on a Saturday, right after lunch. The phone rang and when I answered it, it was Erika wanting to talk with Elaine. I walked into another room but I did hear my wife ask her sister about what she was doing this afternoon and, then, did she want to come over for a while? Erika only lives about four and a half miles away, so it wasn’t unusual for them to visit together. Then, I heard her say, “Russ said, ‘yes.'” Then, she ended the call with, “See you in about thirty minutes, then.”

Now, these two talked basically every day so I really thought little about it. Then, she walked up to me and said, “Well, make sure you have clean underwear on, Erika’s coming over and she’s all psyched for you to give her oral sex. You’ve got half an hour to get mentally prepared.”

“You really mean this? Well, maybe I should do you and let her watch, she might change her mind, who knows?”

“I rather doubt it but I never turn xvideos porno down oral sex from you, hon. But, then after me, you do her, right?”

“Whatever you say, hon, whatever you say.”

I did go take a quick shower and, yes, put on clean underwear, after all it was my sister-in-law.

You’d think I would be all excited and, well, I was to some extent, but I was also nervous, yes, nervous. I was sure glad that Elaine would be there, too, just in case things got a bit carried away. Just how, I couldn’t imagine, but one never knows.

After my shower, I went back into the den and was pacing up and down when Elaine walked in.

“Holy crap, Russ, you’re nervous, aren’t you?”

“Um, well, yeah, I guess I am, crazy, huh? Well, I mean, your sister and I have never, you know, even, made passes at each other, things that happen with sisters-in-law. I’ve seen her in a bikini, but that’s the extent of it. And, now, well…”.

“Yeah, now you’re gonna lick her pussy. Don’t tell me you don’t want to.”

“No, hon, no, I’ve never not wanted to lick a pussy. Well, I’m here and I’m going to do it but I’m doing your’s first.”

So, we went in and sat in the den and waited for Elaine’s sister.

Elaine reached over and put her hand on my crotch, feeling the lump in my pants.

“You must be looking forward to this,” she said, just as the front door opened and Erika yelled out, “I’m here,” her usual mode of entry and came walking into the den. She was wearing a button-down top with jeans underneath.

We talked for a few minutes, then Elaine suggested, “Why don’t we go up to our room, okay?” and the three of us walked up the stairs, me behind Erika, admiring her nice ass moving back and forth as we ascended the stairs, catching the faint scent of her perfume.

Once we were in our room, Erika asked, “Now, how do we do this?” and Elaine said, “Well, I thought that Russ would do me first, kind of warm things up a bit,” and she stood in front of me as I took her and kissed her, then pulled off her teeshirt and reached around and unhooked her bra and lifted it off.

I then sat down on our bed and kissed both her breasts and began sucking one of her nipples as I fondled the other breast. We did that for a minute or two then I unsnapped Elaine’s shorts and pulled them down leaving her there in a pair of small low-cut, blue nylon panties.

I moved Elaine up onto our bed and got up between her legs as she lifted her legs up and rested them on my back as I began kissing and nibbling on her panty-covered pussy.

“Mmm, nice, Russ, nice,” as she writhed around, her panties getting wet from my licking and sucking and her own juices which I could taste. I sometimes began giving my wife oral sex while she had her panties on, she seemed to like to start off that way at times.

But, I also knew that she loved me licking her bare, uncovered pussy, so I pulled the panties aside and poked my rolled-up tongue directly into her wet slit and flicked it up and down in her pussy groove.

“Oh, Russ, mmm, oh, get my panties off, please, please,” and I raised up and pulled them off, got back down and she put her legs up on my shoulders as I began to make love to her naked pussy. Elaine started shaving after we had become engaged and she also has me shave my pubic area, something, if our session with her sister gets to that point, Erika may not be expecting. I like it that way, though, because it makes my cock look bigger, somehow.

As I pull her pussy open and tongue down into it, I can see Erika out the corner of my eye, she’s moved so she can watch and I can tell that she’s rubbing the crotch of her jeans. I wiped my tongue up and down, then twirled it around her inner labia as she squirmed and moaned.

“Mmm, oh, Russ, mmm, oh, right there, oh, god, that’s so good, oh, my pussy, mmm,” and I took some longer licks up to her clit which I could feel under my tongue.

I took a few sucks on her clit then tongued her pussy some more as she squirmed with pleasure.

“Oh, Russ, more, right there, yes, mmm, oooh, good.”

I moved back up to her clit and pressed two fingers up inside her moving them back and forth, in and out as I licked around her clit.

“Omigod, omigod, oh, Russ, OH, OOOH, AYYEE, AYEE, uuh, oh, don’t stop, oooh, mmm, you are so good, hon, oh, you make me feel so good,” and she reached down and pulled me up and kissed my wet face all over.

I looked over at Erika who had her hand down inside her jeans, looking rather sheepish when she saw me looking her way.

Elaine and I kissed and held each other for a few more minutes, then she said, “Well, Sis, yerli porno want your turn?”

“It really looked wonderful, um, yeah, I think so, I mean, if it’s all right with you, and with Russ.”

“We’ve talked about it and it’s fine with both of us. I can tell you, as his wife, you might enjoy it even more if we have Russ take his clothes off too.”

“Well, I guess that makes sense, I mean, after all, I’ll have mine off, right?”

“True, may I do it for you, Erika?” I asked.

She stepped toward me and I began unbuttoning her top, slid it off, reached around her, kissing her softly as I did, unhooked her bra and took it off her arms. Erika’s breasts were smaller than Elaine’s but they were beautifully shaped and firm with small dark pink nipples that were very excited and erect.

I figured that not only did Erika deserve some good oral loving, maybe she just needed some loving in general, so I held her, naked from the waist up, and kissed her as a lover would and she responded even more than I had thought with her hand reaching down to rub along the bulge in my pants.

We kissed for several minutes, then, I stepped back, knelt down and unfastened her jeans and pulled them down to the floor where she stepped out of them. She stood there, naked except for a pair of light blue panties, I could see some pubic hair underneath unlike her sister who shaves.

I leaned forward, my hands around behind her, and pulled her toward me, kissing her right in the middle of her panties, then began licking up and down, trying to keep my tongue as rigid as I could so she would feel it through the fabric.

Then, I stood up, pulled my shirt up over my head, unfastened my shorts and dropped them to the floor, then pulled my briefs off.

“Oh, wow, Russ, you’re really…Oh, Elaine, lucky you,” and she reached down and took hold of my cock giving it a gentle squeeze.

I led her to the bed where she sat down as I knelt on the rug and parted her knees, dropped my head down between her thighs and began licking again, this time well up under her on her wet pussy still beneath her panties. I just didn’t want to rush things, not knowing for sure how Elaine’s sister was taking all this.

“Oh, Russ, that’s so nice, yes, oh, I knew I would love it, yes, mmm,” and I decided to pull the bottom of her panties aside, exposing her pussy lips and swipe my tongue up and down along her labia.

She whimpered a bit and moved her hips from side to side as I licked.

“Mmm, oh, Russ, oh, oh, please take them off, take my panties off,” and I pulled them down off her feet, then bent back over her and continued licking her.

She did have all of her pubic hair which, by now, was all wet and matted. Her legs were raised up high in a vee as I rubbed the wetness along side her labia and licked and probed my tongue along her slit.

“Omigod, oh, this is incredible, I’ve just never felt anything so wonderful, oh, OH, OH, OOOOH, oh, Russ, mmm, oh, wow, that feels so wonderful, just don’t stop, please do more, more,” and she was panting and writhing under me as I kept licking and tonguing her.

I licked and licked all around, spreading her wetness, probing my tongue into her groove, sliding it up and down, then went up, pulled her labia open and began flicking my tongue back and forth across her love button.

“AAAYE, AAAYE, OOOH, UUUH, UUH, uh, oh, oh, just wonderful, oh, Russ, oh, god, you got me off so good, I’ve never felt so good, so wonderful. You are the best. Oh, my lucky sister. Wow, two in a row, two orgasms, oh, Russ.”

“Now you know what you’re missing, Sis,” said Elaine as she rubbed herself as I continued licking her sister.

“That was the best thing in my entire life. I have never felt so wonderful in all my life. Oh, Russ, you are the best. I only have one question for my sister.”

“Sure, Erika, what? Want him to do it again, is that it?”

“Well, no, no, I mean, yes, if he wants to but what I was wondering was, well, that was so good, could I find out how good Russ is at fucking?”

I raised up, my face all wet with Erika’s juices, looking up at her, as I heard my wife say, “Sure, why not, do you want to do my sister, Russ?”

“Sure, if you don’t mind, I think my friend here, looks pretty ready,” as I nodded down at my hard cock standing out in front of me.

“Well, I want you to make my sister happy, Russ, go ahead, I’ll watch,” and I asked her if she had a favorite position.

“Well, I love it doggie-style but Jeremy says it takes too long, so we never do it that way.”

“Okay, up on your hands and knees, you’re gonna get what you want this time.”

She youjizz porno got up as I had asked and as I got up on the bed behind her, there was her lovely butt with her pretty pussy lips underneath, pink and wet, as I waddled up to her and pushed into her and began fucking in and out.

“OOOH, ooh, Russ, oh, that’s perfect, oh, so good. Oh, you are so big, it’s just wonderful, wonderful,” as she began moving her butt around as I went in and out.

I rocked in and out of Erika for several minutes as she moaned and moaned, each time I went in, I pushed hard as she wiggled back and forth, her moaning now continuous.

Then, she shrieked, “AAAYYA, EEEH, UUH, UUH, uuh, oh, oh, mmm, oh, Russ, that was so good, oh, my pussy, oh, it feels so good.”

I was still going slowly in and out of her, holding her hips as my cock cycled back and forth.

Elaine got up on her hands and knees right next to her sister, turned back to me and said, “Do me, now, baby, you know I love it doggie, too,” and I pulled out of Erika and shifted over to her sister’s wet, shiny pussy and slid right up into her as far as I could. She wiggled her hips welcoming me into her.

As I fucked Elaine, Erika slid down flat on the bed, her head turned watching us.

“You two look so hot together, you really do, is it like this every time?”

Elaine answered her sister with, “Well, I don’t know, we don’t get to watch ourselves, maybe we should put mirrors on the walls,” and laughed.

I was already pretty close to cumming when I moved over to fuck Elaine and the way she squeezes her pelvic muscles when I fuck her from behind is calculated to bring me off quickly and strongly which is just what happened.

“UUHN, mmm, uuh, uuh, oh, hon, you are so good, just the best.”

She slipped forward down onto the bed and I followed her, keeping my cock inside where she always wanted it after we had fucked doggie-style. It also meant that I could continue slowly fucking her as we lay there coupled together.

Elaine turned her head back to me and said, “Russ, why don’t you see if Erika would like you to lick her out again, just something to remember as she drives home.”

“Well, Erika, one for the road?” I asked grinning and she rolled over on her back and raised her legs up in the air. I pulled up off of and out of my wife and got down between my sister-in-law’s legs, licking and tonguing her as she moaned and writhed under me.

Elaine got up and pulled my hips up off the bed and scooted her head under me to begin sucking me as I ate out her sister. Erika had reached down now to pull her labia open so I could tongue her more deeply as she continued to moan in delight to my oral loving of her pussy.

“Oh, Russ, this is just so, so wonderful, I’ve never felt anything better, oh, you just make my pussy so happy.”

That’s exactly what I was trying to do and was enjoying every minute of it. Having Elaine sucking my cock was also driving me to new heights between her sister’s legs as I feverishly made oral love to my sister-in-law.

She soon erupted in another strong orgasm and after, we all three snuggled together, Erika in the middle, Elaine and I caressing her body with our hands, as I kissed her.

“So, what do you think of oral sex, Sis?”

“Oh, I’ll bet you have Russ licking your pussy all the time, I sure would. But, now I’ve got to go home to the same-old, same-old, jump-on, jump-off.”

“Well, if things don’t improve on your end, I’ll donate the services of my wonderful husband whenever you need them. If it’s okay with him, of course,” she added with a grin, looking over to me.

“Whatever you say, hon, whatever you say,” I replied as I took my sister-in-law’s nipple between my lips and sucked. We lay there a while longer as I sucked Erika and she rubbed my cock, then we all got up, got dressed and walked Erika out to her car.

Elaine kissed her sister goodbye, then walked in the house, as Erika put her arms around me, kissed me long and hard, swirling her tongue inside my mouth, then hugged me close and whispered, “Thanks for the best fuck of my life, Russ, and for the wonderful pussy licking. I expect you’ll be called on for more, much more,” and she squeezed the bulge in my pants, got in her car and drove away, waving out the window.

As I went inside, Elaine said, “Thanks, Russ, I think my sister just had the peak sexual experience of her life. And I get it all the time. Think you’ll be good and hard by the time we go to bed tonight?”

“I’m good and hard right now,” I replied and I took her hand and went to our bedroom and fucked her silly.

Saturday afternoon visits by Erika have become the regular event in our house as her husband, Jeremy, played golf every Saturday afternoon leaving his wife to enjoy the best sex of her life. She says she’s never been happier and I must say, I’m pretty on top of the world myself these days. Wouldn’t you be?

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