A Young Man’s Fancy

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Finally the day had come – his 18th birthday had arrived and with it his own laptop at last. He seemed to have been waiting for centuries for this day, hamstrung by his parent’s refusal to let him loose on the internet alone…until now.

But from today he was free; no more parental control; no-one looking over his shoulder to supervise his browsing and he was ecstatic.

He was Chris, the strapping son of Bill and Sally; all 6 foot 2 inches of him; all 170 pounds of him. He who had another year to go at college; he who had girlfriends coming out of the woodwork it seemed; he who’s jeans always seemed to be well filled; he who was a model ‘A’ pupil and who seemed destined for an excellent future.

But before his 18th, he’d been strictly limited and in retrospect, he could understand why.

When he was about 14 his mum had had a good talk with him about the perils of sex and of the internet and fortunately Chris understood her words and accepted that it made good commonsense to be wary and to stay legal.

But underneath he was almost smirking; he’d already started into the sex thing and already had two girlfriends, both of whom he’d bedded. Well, not actually bedded but had sex with; one preferred the local seedy cinema while the other liked to do it out in the open. And he had a mate who was a bit older and who allowed him to use his smart phone to cruise the internet; not quite the same thing as having your own computer but not bad either. His mate also sold him condoms which he’d struggle to fit over his thick 8 inch long penis.

But now he was as good as free; his parents had bought him a brand new laptop preceded by a course of instructions teaching him how to get the best from it. He’d had a computer to use for documents and spreadsheets for some time but it hadn’t been connected to the internet and if he needed to do some researching he had to use his parent’s computer in the lounge, but now – freedom! His mother had been the one who’d helped him choose the laptop and who then sat with him as he fired it up for the first time; her eyes bright with emotion as he began to explore.

“Hope it’s what you wanted darling,” she said quietly, “But don’t do anything silly with it.”

“I won’t Mum, and thank you, thank you so much,” said Chris turning to his mother and as he did so he could see her lips were moist.

“You’re welcome darling,” she said, “Now come on, give me a kiss and I’ll leave you to play.”

He leaned towards her and their lips met – not as had happened before; a quick smack and away, but instead her lips seemed to hold him and excite him far more than they should.

Ooooh Mum,” groaned Chris as he broke their kiss, “Don’t…!”

“Why not?” she asked, her eyes twinkling mischievously, “I’m just loving you a bit.”

“I know but…,” moaned Chris, leaving the rest of his words hanging.

But his mother knew all right; her eyes had caught the movement in his trousers as his penis had responded to her actions and she smiled a wicked smile.

‘I wonder’, she asked herself, ‘I wonder what he’s got down there?’

Chris settled himself that evening in his bedroom; his laptop on the bedside table and sprawled on the bed in just his underwear while he wondered where to explore. So much choice! Eventually he just typed “sexy women” and watched as pages and pages of websites were listed. Over to ‘images’ and there they were; women of all ages and sizes and colour, at least three quarters of them naked and shamelessly displaying their wonderful wares. Chris felt his cock lurch and stiffen and one hand automatically smoothed over his growing bulge, straightening out his lengthening penis as he did so. He intended to have a damn good wank tonight; a real celebration of his freedom and his cock was ready and waiting for some action.

But first he began clicking on some of the images; investigating the associated websites until he found what he was looking for; a site providing video clips of all kinds of pornographic content. Oh God – this was blissful – so many options – so much sex. He opened a video of a couple screwing energetically and found himself sliding his underpants down, releasing his moistening penis from its confines. The thing jerked vigorously as he held it and as he watched the action; his cock wanting to replace that of the actor as it slid effortlessly in and out of the open mouth of the pretty actress and then thrust hard into her naked pussy hole. Chris felt wetness on his penis and felt the slipperiness of his precum as it oozed out and was spread around by his slowly moving fist. He breathed a long sigh of pleasure as he started to get worked up; his hand now moving a little faster.

Steadily he worked at his cock, his hand sliding that bit faster again as the sensations fed back into his brain and his balls. He felt the twinges and spasms coursing through him as his cock surged and thrust through his fist and found himself holding his breath now as a particularly strong shudder jerked through him.

On the screen sinop escort the actors were now hard at work; the woman lying on her back with her legs in the air while the man continued to drive his lengthy penis in and out of her hairless vagina, causing Chris to work his hand in time with the guy’s hips, anticipating the climax. Quickly he noted that there was a little less than four minutes left in the video – so the climax would come in perhaps three minutes time…so he needed to work harder, not that was going to be a problem!

Chris reached to the bedside chair and pulled the towel off the back to spread out beneath his cock before returning to his tasks; that of watching the thrilling climax and that of bringing about his own climax. His hand was flying now; small splashes of precum were sailing through the air and his hips were jerking hard with every heartbeat – very soon nothing would stop the inevitable outcome of his efforts.

On screen the climax was nearing; the guys’ hips were almost a blur as he slammed himself into the woman time after time, while on the bed Chris was having trouble keeping his hand steady on his cock, such was his excitement.

And then it was time for the money shot – the climax – the final exertion – the cumshots!

On screen the actors quickly rearranged themselves and as the woman held up her bounteous breasts, so the actor began to wank his cock above them. Chris felt his penis thicken again; felt his fist losing control as his own orgasm arrived.

“Ahhhhhhh!!” he gasped, “Oooooh fuck – yeahhhhh!”

And at that very moment there was the sound of a gentle tapping on his door, which opened a moment later. And there in the doorway was his mother; her mouth open wide as instead of speaking, she just stood there and stared.

Entirely unable to prevent his orgasm, Chris quickly fumbled with the towel in an attempt to hide his actions, but his haste was his undoing; in moving his hand from his cock to the towel he missed and his wrist jerked his cock just as a huge gout of white cum fountained energetically upwards!

“Oh God!” he cried, “No – oh nooooo!”

In an instant everything changed.

Quickly Sally stepped into the room and shut the door behind her; her eyes fixed on the sight of Chris’s pulsing penis as it uncontrollably pumped jet after jet of cum onto the bedspread.

Chris could feel his face turning bright red but Sally had other thoughts; thoughts that turned her own face red too! That was some cock she was looking at and that was some eruption and she was captivated!

“Oh Mum, I’m sorry!” moaned Chris, his towel now firmly clamped around and hiding his cock, “I’m so sorry!”

“No darling, it’s me who should be sorry,” Sally said as she walked across the room, “I should have knocked and waited, shouldn’t I?”

She sat on the bed, nearly sitting on one of the splashes of cum and put a hand on her son’s hip.

“Don’t worry darling, I’ve seen it all before,” she said, “I’ve seen your dad do it too.”

“Really?” asked Chris, his eyes lighting up, “So you’re not annoyed or angry?”

“Why should I be?” she replied, “That was quite a sight actually – that was a huge squirt you made, wasn’t it; that first one?”

“Was it Mum?” asked Chris, “I wasn’t really watching.”

“Mmmmm,” she hummed, “Made me go all funny inside! And it looked as if you enjoyed it too.”

Chris looked away from his Mum and saw all the sprays of cum now slowly soaking into his bedspread and realised that he should be cleaning it all up – but with his Mum sitting there, how could he?

“Um, Mum, I ought to clean this up,” he said and Sally just nodded.

“Yes darling, go ahead,” she said, “Don’t mind me!”

“I’ll have to use the towel and then you’ll see me,” he muttered but Sally’s eyes lit up.

“Mmmm, yes I will, won’t I?” she said, “Come on then, show me!”

Chris was in two minds; to expose himself or to remain covered but logic took hold. If his mother insisted on sitting there, she’d have to put up with the view, he decided. And with a swift swirl, he pulled the towel from his cock and began to mop up the wasted cum from his bedspread.

His cock, for some reason, was still remarkably hard; it still stood up from his pubic fluff and his belly, his crown still heavily smeared with white cum but instead of being shy about it, Chris now felt remarkably proud and brave. Somehow he even managed to make it jerk slightly, a quick pulse of blood causing his cock to stiffen a little.

Sally found her eyes glued to the sight, her breathing entirely forgotten – until she just had to let her breath out.

“Gosh, he’s lovely!” she said, her lips agape as his cock continued to jerk and stiffen, “Does he get any bigger?”

“A little bit I think, Mum,” said Chris bravely, “Why?”

“I’m just fascinated,” she said, her breasts heaving with emotion, “He’s already so much bigger than your dad’s – where on earth did he come from?”

Obviously Chris couldn’t answer escort sinop that but instead he found himself pushing hard, attempting to make his cock as big as possible – until Sally stopped him.

And as she told him to ‘take it easy’ so her hand slid from his hip, slowly descending until her fingers brushed along his length, eventually swirling around his tip and gathering a small oozing of cum onto her fingers.

“Ooooh Mum, don’t!” said Chris, his voice all quivery, “You shouldn’t!”

Her fingers twirled the sticky cum around, now rubbing it between her fingers and her thumb before she looked into his eyes.

“I know I shouldn’t but he looks too good,” she said as her fingers came up to her mouth, “Mmmmm, and he tastes as good as he looks!”

“Muuuuuum!” groaned Chris, feeling his penis stiffen even more, “Please don’t…”

“Why ever not?” she said, her eyes shining brightly, “It’s been a long time since I saw such a fine looking specimen.”

Chris hardly knew what to do but his mother did and she put her hand back onto his hip and pushed until he lay back on the bed, his now entirely stiffened penis standing proudly. She reached back and wrapped her hand around his length, feeling the wet stickiness of his cum under her fingers as she began to move them up and down his shaft.

“Ohhhh God, Mum,” he groaned, “Ooooooh, that’s lovely!”

“Mmmmm, I bet it is!” she replied, her hand moving that little bit faster now, “Do you want me to carry on?”

“Oh God yes Mum, yes!” Chris groaned, “Keep doing that; please.”

Then his brain connected for a moment.

“What about Dad? What if he comes in Mum?” he asked, panic sounding in his voice, but Sally shushed him.

“Don’t worry – Dad’s taken his sleeping tablet,” she said, “His back’s hurting and he needed some rest – we won’t be disturbed.”

Her hand continued to move on his cock, sending exciting thrills through his body and wild impulses as well; could he get some additional stimulation?

His hand lifted and rested on his mothers flank just above her hip and she looked down at it, knowing full well that he wanted to touch her.

“Come on then, have a feel,” she said, “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Oh God – yes he did and in a second his hand reached the swell of her bosom and cupped her heavy breast, causing Sally to groan softly and to grip his penis that bit harder.

“Yesss darling, squeeze me,” she moaned, her body thrusting her breast into his hand, “Feel my nipple, it’s all hard.”

His hand moved around until the nub of her nipple was between his finger and thumb and he swirled it around eagerly, feeling frantic waves of pleasure reach his penis. It throbbed inside her fist and she responded by rubbing him faster and harder.

“Put you hand up my jumper,” Sally said, “Feel me properly.”

Quickly Chris moved his hand and after a moment’s fumble he found his hand sliding over her smooth warm flesh, sliding upwards until he found the mesh of her bra.

“Ooooh!” moaned Sally, “Yessss, squeeze me, hold me!”

Chris let his hand explore the shape of her full breast and then, taking her approval so far as a green light for further exploration, he moved his hand across her frontage and slid it straight inside her bra and over her other breast.

“Ahhhhh – yessss!” Sally groaned, “Ooooh God, yessss!”

His hand cupped her flesh which now felt even warmer than before and slid down until her hard nipple was at his palm. Sally squirmed above him and let out sighs of pleasure as he caressed her body – then she moved away slightly.

“Undo my bra,” she said, “Round behind; there’s a clasp.”

Chris didn’t need telling how to undo a bra; the only difference was that this was his mother but his mind was now overruled by his penis and it was the work of just a moment or two to unhook the clasp.

“Ooooh, that’s better!” moaned Sally, “Come on, put your hand back.”

He was going to do that alright and moments after her bra had fallen loose his hand was once again at her breast, once again caressing her nipples; tracing the outline of her aureoles; feeling the smooth swell of her generous mounds of pleasure.

“Mum, you feel wonderful,” he groaned, hardly knowing where he was, “So sexy…!”

“Mmmm yes sweetheart, I’ll be sexy for you darling,” Sally replied, her hand now dancing around on his cock, thrilling him with her actions; stirring his second orgasm into action, “Do you want me to make you cum again?”

“Oh God yes,” he sighed, “Bloody hell, yes Mum, please!”

With no further words Sally increased her movements, her fist now gripping his pulsating penis tighter; her actions sending increasingly exciting waves of pleasure to his brain, the feedback causing his cock to swell and dribble precum.

“You’re getting all wet,” said Sally, feeling her own pussy getting wet too, “Are you going to cum soon?”

“Not yet Mum,” replied Chris panting, “Don’t stop though, it won’t be long…”

“Just let sinop escort bayan it go when you’re ready,” Sally said, her hand now sliding smoothly in the increasing lubrication, “But tell me when you’re going to erupt.”

Chris said nothing more; he was beyond words at present; the feelings had overtaken his speech centre leaving him dumbfounded. All he could do was to suck in deep breaths as his fingers explored his mother’s breasts and as her fingers explored his penis.

It was all about to become too much for his youthful body…

“Mum…” Chris started, but Sally shushed him.

“You’re nearly there, aren’t you?” she asked and Chris nodded quickly.

“Thought you were; you’ve gone even harder,” said Sally, “Come on then, cum for me!”

Her hand was working quickly on his cock now and the faint slapping sounds of her fist moving his foreskin up and down could be heard above their quick breathing, but Chris couldn’t let her continue for long.

His body stiffened and his hips thrust upwards as his orgasm approached and Sally knew the signs. She squeezed his cock harder and worked her hand up and down faster until, with several quick and deep pants, Chris froze – then erupted!

“Aaaaaaggghhh!” he cried, “Oh God – yeahhhhh! It’s cumming!”

A long white stream of spunk squirted high in the air above his body, falling back onto his cock and his mother’s hand, coating them both liberally. A second eruption sent another wave of cum up his chest; a third followed and then lesser bubbles of cum oozed out to apply a second coating to Sally’s hand and his penis.

“Oh God Mum – that was wonderful,” said Chris weakly, “I never expected that!”

“Mmmmm, nor did I,” Sally replied, “I only came in to ask if you wanted me to get you up early tomorrow…and this happened.”

Chris just lay there while Sally released his penis and brought her hand up to her face. Deeply she inhaled the earthy scent of her son’s sperm and then, to Chris’s complete amazement, she stuck out her tongue and licked a large dollop of cum from her hand. Swiftly it disappeared into her mouth and moments later she repeated the action, her eyes now glued to his.

“Mmmmmm, that’s so tasty,” she said, “Lovely and fresh; it’s such an exciting taste!”

Chris had never tasted cum and felt his mouth hang open as he watched her clean her hand, then lick her lips with relish. And seconds later he simply had to suck in a huge breath as his mother leaned down and engulfed half of his cock into her mouth!

“Muuuuum, what’re you doing?” he managed to exclaim but Sally, with her mouth full, didn’t reply.

Instead she applied loads of suction to his cock before lifting her head away, her lips once again smacking together with delight.

His cock jerked wildly, becoming almost entirely erect in seconds and he looked down at it with surprise but he was completely shocked when his Mum ducked her head once more and sucked almost his entire penis into her mouth.

“Aaaaahhh, yesssss!” moaned Chris, “Oh God Mum – that’s naughty! You mustn’t!”

“Can’t help it – you’re so tasty,” she said, “You taste so clean and young. Oooooh, makes me want more, darling.”

“What d’you mean Mum, want more?” asked Chris, feeling his penis harden once again, “You going to do that again.”

But his mother had other ideas and she stood up.

“No darling, not more like that,” she said, her hands at her waist, “There’s somewhere else I’d like to put him.”

Seconds later and her skirt fell to the floor. She stepped out of it and bent down, her hands sliding her panties down at the same time. And when she stood up, she was naked from the waist down and Chris hardly knew where to look.

To look at his mother’s private parts; her ‘forbidden’ zone; her pussy – or to pretend he hadn’t seen anything! He just didn’t know what to do or where to look.

And his dilemma was compounded as his mother lifted her jumper over her head and then dropped her bra from her breasts – suddenly she was entirely naked!

“Muuuuum,” he moaned in astonishment, “Muuuuum, you’re naked!”

“Well yes,” said Sally, a wicked gleam in her eyes, “That’s what happens when you take your clothes off. Do you like what you can see?”

“Oh fuck Mum, yessss, definitely!” moaned Chris, his cock jerking wildly, “You look bloody gorgeous Mum.”

“Thank you sweetheart,” she replied, “Always nice to get a bit of praise at my age. Now, how about you get your underpants off; then I’ll come and join you.”

Poor Chris could hardly contain himself as his hands pushed his pants down his legs and off his feet before laying back on the bed, his penis once again proudly erect despite two energetic orgasms. The very thought of his mother being naked was enough to provide another strong erection, rather to his surprise. Even his mother looked suitably impressed as she climbed onto the bed and straddled his thighs.

“That looks really lovely darling,” she said, her eyes caressing his cock, “I’m so pleased he’s managed to stand up again. But then you’re so young; I bet you can cum plenty more times, can’t you?”

“I’ve done it five times in a row,” Chris managed to say and Sally smiled broadly.

“Thought you’d be able to,” she said, “That’s what I love about young men.”

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Jimmy Morris listened to his friend and neighbor Greg Norton blabber on enthusiastically while finding it impossible to believe a word he was saying. Greg was known to tell some whoppers from time to time, but what he was saying now was way beyond anything he’d claimed before.

“It’s true I’m telling ya,” Greg squeaked.

“Yeah right, whatever dude,” Jimmy shot back while fixing Greg with a look that clearly showed he thought he was full of shit.

“You’ll see. Just make sure you’re looking out your window at nine tonight, I’ll leave the blinds up enough for you to see I’m telling the truth.”

The houses in this development were built in such a way that every other house was situated with one side extremely close to the one next to it. The two eighteen year olds bedrooms faced each other’s and couldn’t have been more than twenty feet apart. On the other side of the houses the distance increased considerably.

“Jimmy, dinners ready,” Carol Morris yelled from the back door leading into the spacious kitchen. She had to holler twice before she got a reaction from her son.

She heard him say he’d be right there before he leaned in and whispered something into Greg’s ear. Turning back and heading inside she couldn’t help but wonder what the two boys were up to. It seemed that lately they had been more secretive than in the past. Probably talking about girls she told herself.

Dinner was eaten with the whole family sitting at the dinning table. Conversation flowed between Jimmy’s dad Charles and his older sister Penny with an occasional input from his mom but he was oblivious to what they were talking about. All he could think about was what Greg had told him. Time seemed to crawl. After helping clean up he went into the family room and tried to wile away the time watching television but couldn’t even concentrate on that. While waiting he received a text message on his cell phone from Greg asking if he was going to be watching. For some reason he didn’t answer, he just placed his cell on the coffee table and ignored it.

Carol noticed her son hadn’t replied to his message and when she asked about it he told her it was nothing. She found that odd since he practically lived on his phone twenty-four hours a day. He was constantly receiving and sending texts, just like his sister. She chuckled to herself as she thought about how much time her kids spent on their phones. Hell, back in her day when she was their age you had to actually press buttons and hold the phone up to your ear then speak into it if you wanted to have a conversation with someone. The fact that she was even thinking thoughts like ‘back in her day’ made her chuckle out loud.

“Something funny dear,” her husband asked.

“No, not really, just thought of something silly is all,” she replied.

“Okay,” her husband replied then went back to concentrating on reading the book he was engrossed in.

Carol glanced over at her husband of twenty-three years and couldn’t help but notice how much he’d changed over the course of their marriage. At fifty years old he was ten years her senior. Gone were the days when he wore his black hair slightly long and his stomach was washboard flat. Now his head showed a lot of scalp and his waistline was as big as his chest. Sitting at a desk for over twenty years had taken a toll on him. As for her she knew she wasn’t the same either. Her shoulder length brown hair had lost some of its luster and she knew that her figure had gotten softer too. But on the plus side she still looked a lot like her old self. Her green eyes sparkled with life and her button nose looked just like her daughters. Another thing she was proud of was the fact that her lips were still pouty and full and her tits weren’t drooping toward her navel like so many other moms in the neighborhood. Hers sat firm and proud on her chest even when they weren’t encased in a bra. Sure, there were signs of age creeping up on her. More lines in the face around the eyes and more roundness to her almost flat abdomen, but nothing drastic. At five-seven she was still slim and very attractive in her own right. Shaking her head to clear away the thoughts she settled back on the couch and stared at the television, a small smile forming on her lips.

Lost in his own thoughts Jimmy forgot to keep an eye on the clock. When he realized it was five after nine he jumped up and ran up the stairs two at a time. Reaching his room he forgot to shut the door. His bed sat parallel to the wall with the window so he went around and sat down then stared over at his friend’s window. Greg’s bed was situated where the foot of it faced the window. Just as Greg had promised the blinds were pulled up enough to see everything going on in his bed. Jimmy was repulsed a little when he saw his friend lying there naked stroking his cock.

“Yeah, just as I thought you lying shithead,” he whispered to himself.

Carol heard the cell phone sitting on the coffee table chime. Reaching sakarya escort down she picked it up and looked at the screen. There was a text message from the kid next door. It read: Are you watching? She wasn’t sure what it meant but figured it might be important so she stood up and carried the phone with her as she slowly made her way up the carpeted stairs. When she reached the top she noticed that her son’s door was open but there wasn’t any light coming from his room. Maybe he’s in the bathroom she thought, so she figured she’d just sit the phone in his room and he could get the message when he returned. As she rounded the door she saw her son sitting on the far side of the bed staring out the window with his back to her. She was about to ask what he was doing when movement across the way caught her attention. Glancing over at the neighbor’s window her heart skipped a beat and her pulse quickened. There was her son’s friend lying on the bed stroking one of the hardest cocks she’d seen in a long time. Mesmerized she slowly made her way around the bed and stood near where her son sat. Try as she might she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the scene playing out across from them. It had been so long since she’d seen someone’s cock so hard and youthful looking. A tingle rippled through her pussy just as the thought that her son was gay raced through her mind.

Jimmy had been so caught up in staring across at Greg’s room waiting for what had been promised to happen that he was totally unaware that his mother had come into the room. He sat there with his sweats down around his ankles while his hand idly massage his cock through his boxers. He almost shit himself when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Jerking his eyes upward he saw his mom standing there gazing down at him. She had a strange look on her face and his cell phone in her hand.

“Mom!” he stammered completely forgetting that he was sitting there in just his boxers and t-shirt.

“It’s okay baby, I understand,” Carol whispered soothingly as she stepped in front of him placing the palm of her free hand gently against the side of his face.

“I…I…I’m sorry Mom,” Jimmy stuttered frozen in place.

“It’s okay sweetheart, nothing to be ashamed of,” Carol said softly as she squatted down in front of him, placed his cell phone on the floor then cupped his face with both hands.

“I’m so embarrassed,” he groaned unable to look his mother in the eyes.

“Jimmy, look at me.” She waited till his eyes met hers before continuing. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s okay if you’re gay.”

He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. A strained laugh erupted from his mouth causing Carol to lower her hands and stare at her son as if he’d gone insane. As she stared at him Jimmy noticed movement over in Greg’s room. Someone else had entered.

“You think I’m gay Mom?”

“Why else would you be watching a guy play with himself?” she asked puzzled.

Jimmy stared over the top of his mother’s head at the activity taking place in the other bedroom. He felt a stirring in his crotch as his cock began to slowly swell.

“I was waiting for that, take a look Mom,” he said pointing toward the window.

Carol stood and turned to face the other way a sharp gasp pouring out of her mouth as her eyes fell onto the bed across from them. The boy wasn’t alone anymore. A woman had entered and was slowly crawling up the boy’s legs her wide ass and hairy pussy on full display. Carol watched stunned as the woman straddled the young man, held his stiff cock up and slowly sank her hairy pussy down on the shaft until it was completely engulfed. The woman had her back to them making it impossible to tell who she was but Carol could tell by the way the woman moved it wasn’t some young girl. No, this was a woman who was at least middle-aged, someone closer to her own age. A pang of envy coursed through Carol as she watched the woman begin to rapidly bounce up and down on the rock hard shaft that was becoming shiny from their juices.

Jimmy’s cock strained against his boxers as he leaned over to see past his mom and watched the woman riding his friend. With each downward thrust her ass cheeks jiggled and clenched at the same time. He lost all thought of his mom being in the room as he reached into his boxers and pulled his cock out through the front slit. Slowly he began to stroke himself as the pair across from him picked up the pace.

Carol was completely lost, unable to look away even if she had wanted to. Tiny beads of sweat formed on her upper lip and brow, and the unmistakable feel of her cunt getting wet told her all she needed to know. She was turned on. The sight of that lovely hard cock had her wetter than she’d been in a long time. God it had been ages since she felt this horny. Her sex life with Charles was almost non-existent anymore, unless of course you considered once or twice a month a sex life at all. She didn’t think that three or four minutes escort sakarya of the old in and out was much to brag about. As she watched she couldn’t help but think there was something familiar about the woman, she just couldn’t put a handle on what. The answer came when the woman stopped riding and stood up on the bed then turned around and squatted back down taking the young man’s cock back into her pussy.

“Oh my God! That’s…” Carol was too shocked to finish.

Jimmy had no problems finishing for her.

“Yep, that’s Greg’s Mom. I guess he wasn’t lying after all,” he gleefully chirped.

“How could she?” Carol stammered, as her knees grew weak then gave out all together.

Jimmy had just enough time to grab his mother by the hips and guide her safely down on top of his lap. If he hadn’t done that she might have ended up on the floor hurting herself in the process. Once her ass was in his lap he realized he had another problem; she was sitting squarely on his cock trapping its length directly under her crotch.

The fact that her son’s cock was pressing up against her cunt didn’t immediately register on her brain. Nor did the fact that the thin cotton housedress she was wearing did nothing to dampen the heat radiating off her pussy causing Jimmy’s already excited manhood to swell even more. All she could do was sit and stare across the way and watch as a mother fucked her own son.

“How can she do that with her own son?” Carol asked expecting no answer.

“Because she loves him Mom. And also he told me that since his dad split she’s been pretty lonely,” Jimmy answered anyway.

“I guess loneliness can be a powerful motivator, plus that is a pretty nice penis,” Carol absently stated then became instantly embarrassed.

Turning slightly so she could look behind her at her son she blurted, “God baby I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that.”

A stab of jealousy trickled through him causing him to blurt out, “Mines bigger.”

Suddenly Carol was aware of what had been poking her. Until he’d said something she hadn’t even been aware that she was sitting in his lap, much less that his cock was pressed snuggly up against her own pussy. Now she was acutely aware of the heat and hardness pressing into her. Jumping to her feet she took one last look out the window. Greg’s mom was now laying backwards on her son, his cock smaller than before but still lodged inside her. Rivulets of white creamy cum flowed down his shaft and dribbled over his deflated ball sack. Carol’s eyes grew wide as she glanced back down at her son and noticed his exposed cock all thick and hard stretched out between his thighs. She was unable to stifle the gasp that escaped her lips as a spasm shot through her cunt. Two more rippled through her as she ran from her son’s room, the image of his magnificent cock burned into the recesses of her mind.

Jimmy wasn’t a fool; he knew what had just happened. His mom had just had an orgasm while looking at his dick. Pride swelled up inside him as he looked across the way and furiously whacked his meat, the memory of how soft and warm his mother’s ass and crotch were fresh in his mind. Less than a minute later there were several large pools of cum soaking into the carpet of his bedroom. The chime of his phone brought him back to earth. Glancing around he found it on the floor almost in a puddle of his spooge where his mom must have dropped it.

It had one text message that read: Told you so.

When Carol got downstairs her husband asked if she were okay.

“Yeah, why?” she asked, fear stabbing at her heart.

“No reason really. You just look kind of flush is all,” Charles stated then went back to reading.

“Where’s Penny?” she asked if for no other reason than to change the subject.

“She went back to her dorm, said she had to cram for finals,” he told her without looking up.

Their daughter lived at the dorms of her collage only coming around to get a free meal and do a load of clothes once in a while.

“Okay. Well I think I’m gonna turn in honey,” Carol said then gave him a peck on his balding head and headed to their downstairs master suite.

She heard him say he’d be in shortly, meaning that she’d be sound asleep before he showed up. Shutting the door she stripped out of her clothes and went to take a shower. She felt dirty for some reason. Once under the spray of the warm water her mind drifted off to what she had witnessed. How could a mother have sex with her own son, it was so wrong she told herself. Sure, being lonely could prompt someone to make irrational decisions. But to actually commit incest? As she was pondering this the image of Jimmy’s cock sprang to the front of her consciousness. He was right about it being bigger than the neighbor boy’s, much bigger. A shiver ran down her spine as her fingers found her aroused clit and began to work it back and forth. Leaning back against the shower wall she pushed sakarya escort bayan her fingers lower until they slipped into the fur-lined crevice of her slick slit. Gently she pushed one then another finger all the way in and began to slowly finger fuck herself. Just like her son it took only a short time before she came. Sexually relieved she melted slowly down the shower wall to sit there stunned that she’d masturbated with thoughts of her son’s cock running wildly through her head. She was even more stunned when later that night she woke up with an overpowering urge to creep up to her son’s room just to get another glimpse of his gorgeous prick. She settled for her fingers instead then fell into a troubled sleep.

Jimmy’s sleep wasn’t much better than his mother’s. Only instead of wondering about how someone could fuck their own kid his thoughts were about what his mom might do. Would she confront Mrs. Norton? Would she say something to dad? Worse yet, would she report it to the police? When he woke the next morning his eyes were puffy and bloodshot from lack of sleep. A shower and fresh clothes didn’t brighten his outlook of facing his mom either.

Carol sat at the dinning table sipping her coffee when her son came down. She had trouble looking him in the eyes and was quite relieved when he appeared to have the same problem. When he sat down across from her with his own cup the silence that grew between them started to become awkward.

“Listen, Jimmy I…” She really wasn’t sure what to say. Jimmy fixed that problem.

“Mom I’m so sorry. You weren’t suppose to see that, I know it was a shock,” he blurted out.

“Well I did, and to say I was shocked is an understatement.”

Jimmy’s voice relayed his fear. “So now what?”

“What do you mean?” Carol asked fixing him with her gaze.

“I mean you’re not going to do something crazy, like call the cops or something, are you?”

“Why would you think I’d do something like that?”

“I don’t know,” answered Jimmy, the distinct ring of uncertainty in his voice.

She knew why he was skeptical about what she’d do; she had heard the gossip floating around the neighborhood. Most of the people that lived near them considered her the June Cleaver of the block. A real goody-two-shoes. Just because she was nice to people and loved to bake and act like a housewife caused them to get the wrong impression of her. A smirk appeared on her face as she wondered what they would think if they knew some of the thoughts that ran through her head during the course of a day were. They’d change their opinion of her faster than shit.

“Well you don’t have to worry sweetie. If Nancy Norton wants to fuck her son who am I to tell her she shouldn’t. Actually I’m happy that she’s getting some, wish I could say the same.” She hadn’t meant to say that, but since it was out there she didn’t really care if her son knew or not.

Jimmy was at a loss for words. He’d never heard his mom use the “F” word before, let alone say something about her sex life. He was starting to see a whole new side of his mother and he found himself liking it. It felt like a door had been opened and he planned on exploring what was on the other side. Sitting back he fixed his eyes on her before talking.

“I really am sorry you saw that Mom. I’ll tell Greg to keep his blinds pulled from now on.” He thought he saw her face cloud over briefly. It was there for only a split second but it was definitely there.

“Don’t do that honey. He’ll know something’s wrong if you do. Besides they probably won’t do it again anyway,” Carol hastily said.

“I don’t know Mom. Greg is a horn-dog. If his mom is anything like him then I can’t promise you won’t see them again. Maybe if I had him let me know beforehand, then I could warn you not to come up to my room.” Jimmy felt like he’d just set out some bait and wondered if his mom would bite.

“Does that mean you plan on watching them again…if you get the chance that is?” Carol felt her pulse quicken as she waited for her son to answer.

“Well yeah, unless you don’t want me too.”

“You’re too old for me to tell you what to do, besides, I don’t think you would listen anyway. I saw the effect it had on you.” She couldn’t keep the smile from spreading on her full lips when she thought about how hard his cock had gotten while watching.

“Come on Mom, you have to admit it was pretty awesome, way better than watching porn flicks.”

“Wellllll…” Carol said, the smile on her face widening.

“Well what?” Jimmy persisted.

“Okay, okay, you got me. I will admit that I did get a kinda perverse thrill out of it. But that doesn’t mean it was right to be spying on them.”

“Does that mean if they do it again you want to watch too?” His voice was filled with hope.

“Let me think about it,” she answered, her mind struggling with the idea of allowing herself to be caught up in something so naughty and dangerous.

Standing Jimmy glanced down at her and smiled. He was almost sure she was hooked.

“I better get ready for school. I’ll let you know what’s going on.” Walking over to her he bent down and gave her a kiss on the top of her head before bounding out of the room and up the stairs.

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I started to notice my hormones racing more often ever since I became ’18’. I started looking at girls a lot differently, but what shocked me was that I began to look at my 19 ½ year-old sister as one of those girls. I knew that it wasn’t proper or “right”; nevertheless, I could not control myself and I began to fantasize about her sexually while I was in the shower and while I slept. I would masturbate to her naked image in my mind while I was in the shower. Well let me describe my older sister Candace, she was about 5’6″ and 120 lbs. with silky-black hair that came down to her shoulders. Her dark brown eyes and honey-tanned skin matched mine. My parents were divorced and my oldest sister and older brother already moved out of the house. So it was just my mom, younger brother, older sister and me living in the house. I caught myself many times thinking about her doing erotic things with me while we watched TV together and my hard-on was proof, but I would hide it under a pillow or close my legs tightly. I would sometimes brush up against her or lightly graze my hand against her ass while we passed each other in the hallway or kitchen. My urges to do something to my sister kept getting stronger and irresistible.

One afternoon my sister and I where sitting on the couch watching a TV show. I was on the left end with my legs on the table and my sister was on the right side in a fettle position with her ass and legs to me in perfect view. She was wearing her small light blue with flower design pajama bottoms and her small top exposing the cleavage of her petite B cup titties. Her nipples showed through the fabric, hard as ice, telling me that she had no bra on. I noticed that her breathing became relax and her eyes were closed. She was sleeping. My mind raced about what I wanted to do and also the consequences of what could happen. I wanted so much to touch her ass, to feel her curves. My hands began to sweat and my hand extended to her ass.

I began to tremble and my body heat increased dramatically; however, my hand hovered centimeters above her left ass cheek and made contact and I left it there for a little bit and she didn’t wake up so I got bolder and decided to feel the area where her pussy would be. I proceeded to move my index finger around her shorts that gave me a view of her ruby underwear and I touched it gently. I figured maybe she knew what I was doing and I got a little to anxious and tried to move her underwear aside so that I could try to see her cunt that I lusted for. I felt the edge of one of her lips on her pussy and she began to move slightly so I retracted my hand with lightning speed. My heart was pumping fiercely and my body trembled violently. She moved her body now laying on her back and with her legs open. She was still asleep and I relaxed and started to reach out for her groin area when my brother’s door opened done the hall. I got up samsun escort for fear of getting caught and went to the kitchen to get a cup of ice water. My younger brother walked in.

“Bryan do you have an extra bag for me to use,” he asked. My brother and mom were going to visit my sister up in Oregon for few days. I had been waiting to have the house to just my sister and I for a long time.

“Yeah …check under my bed, you still have an couple hours before you go,” I said half trembling.

A couple hours past and I couldn’t get what I did out of my mind. I kept telling myself next time I’ll go further. My hormones skyrocketed and I was planning out how to get my sister into one of my fantasy scenarios. My sister left and took my mom and brother to the airport. I lay on bed waiting for my sister to return; my emotions were enthralled with excitement, anxiety and fear. I had seen my sister naked when we were little but I wanted to see her now. I must have dosed off because I woke up to the sound of the shower going. I looked at my clock and it was about 11:30.

I went to the bathroom door and listened and could hear low moans coming from the shower. The door was shut but unlocked. I got this ingenious idea to get a mirror and put it under the door and watch her shower. I went into her room and took a compact from her makeup draw. I opened it and slid the mirror under the large gap under the door. The shower was at the right of the door and it was bath and shower with two sliding opaque doors. The doors were still semi-transparent and I could see the shape of her body. She moved closer to the doors and the image quality increased. I was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able see the mirror through the doors. Her butt faced toward me and pressed against the glass and her fingers began to move in and out of her pussy. The moans increased and my boner pop out of my shorts. I couldn’t believe it I was watching my sister masturbate. I started to stroke my seven and a half-inch shaft and felt some precum on my fingers. My sisters body moved fluently and sensually.

“Aww…Aww…I’m going cum,” Candace said in a low moan. Hearing that made me just want to open the door and watch, but I didn’t. My desire to fuck my sister grew with each passing moment. The shower lasted for another twenty minuets and then I put her mirror back and jump in bed. She exited the steamy bathroom and walked by my room and peak in to make sure I was asleep. I lay there motionless but could feel her leering eyes on me. She shut the door and went into her room. I could hear her TV on and I wanted to go into her room and waited until she was asleep.

It was just after 1:45 when I entered her room. Her door was opened and usually wasn’t. I crept in silently and moved toward the right side of her bed. I was once again trembling and my heart beating fast as ever. escort samsun I squatted next to her bed and noticed a pair of pink panties on the floor. It was in mid-August and rather hot at night so she was in a shirt that barely came down below her ass. Candace was on her side facing toward the left. I lightly grazed her legs and thighs with my sweaty hand.

I moved my finger under the shirt and realized she had no underwear on because my finger touched the edge of her cunt and asshole. I started to move my finger in the slits of her pussy and she began to move. I pulled my hand away and ducked down. I was thinking of leaving as soon she stopped moving but she was on her stomach now with her legs ajar. My urges kept me put and told me to lift up her shirt. It revealed her luscious ass and her velvety slit. I could not resist the temptation to probe her warm cunt. I placed my index finger on the slit and lightly pushed the fingertip into the warm juices of her vagina. My dick wanted to bust all over her and throbbed fiercely.

After I got my whole finger in I started to push it in and out very slowly. She didn’t even move; Candace was a heavy sleeper and could probably sleep through anything. I didn’t want to go any farther tonight so I pulled my finger out and lick my finger clean tasting the sweet fluids from my sister’s now wet pussy. I kissed her crotch and ass and went to my room.

The next morning I woke up at noon because I was tired from staying up late last night. I didn’t know what to expect because Candace might have been up during the whole thing, but probably not. I took a shower and came out with my sister still in her small shirt.

“Good morning or should I say good afternoon?” said Candace with a small smile on her face.

“I was tired, leave me alone,” I replied quickly dripping with water and wrap in my towel.

“When you get dressed can you give me a foot and neck massage? My neck is real sore and I hurt my foot swimming yesterday.” I just look at her with a rye look and she replied, “You always give mom a massage when she asks, come on, please…”

How could I resist, she was pleading.

“Okay, fine. But you’ll owe me,” I said slyly. “Okay, I’ll be in my room waiting,” she stated. I went to my room and jump into my gym shorts with no underwear and no shirt.

I walk into her room and she was on the bed laying down, facing towards her TV. Candace called me over to her. “I was 98% excited and 2% scared or maybe 98% scared and 2% excited that’s what makes it so interesting.”(Armageddon). I stood by the side of the bed and began to massage her feet.

Candace looked over her shoulder and said, “Go ahead a grab that lotion bottle over there on my dresser.” I got up a brought it over to the bed and I put some on my hands and started to work my way up the back of her legs. I rubbed samsun escort bayan near her thighs and she told me to hold on as she sat up and took off her shirt. She was in her small pink panties and pink bra. My hard-on shot out of my pants practically. I just look at her with glaring eyes scanning her entire body. She laid back down and I was nervous but began to massage her upper thighs and ass. I was rubbing her inner thighs and she asked me,

“You can take off my underwear if it is in the way.” I was shock at first and then realized were this could go and replied sheepishly, “Ok.” I started to pull at the straps and she lifted her butt in the air for me to get them off. Her pussy was glistening and I made a small comment. “I can see you’re a little wet.” Candace replied, “Well I am getting a massage aren’t I?” I moved up to her back and massaged her entire back. She took off her bra and when I was done with her back side, I rubbed her inner thighs again and she spread her legs open a little more and I touched her pussy and my hand started to massage it gently while I listened to her soft moans. She rolled over giving me complete access and I couldn’t hold back my tongue from licking her slit.

Candace moaned louder. “Ohhhhh….that feels so good. Please don’t stop.” I didn’t stop for one second I kept driving my tongue deeper into her hot cunt. My tongue probed her clit and massaged it passionately. My sister’s back began to arch and her moan was louder this time.

“Awww…Ahhh… I’m coming!” Candace’s body shuddered and I licked up all the juices that escape from her hot pussy. My dick was throbbing and Candace sat up and French kissed me. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths as she pulled off my shorts exposing my large smooth cock. Her head dropped to it and began to bob on it. She sucked me off for a while until I pulled it out and kissed her and spread her legs. The tip of my cock covered in precum entered her cunt. I pushed it further until it was completely engulfed by her pussy. My dick was instantly ready to explode and I became to pump it in and out.

“Fuck Me Baby….Fuck me Bryan…Ohhhhhh!!!!!” Candace let out. I replied, ” I’m gonna fill you up Sister!!” She moaned loud and I let out a small moan as my cock erupted its warm jizm inside my sisters cunt. I kissed her and we lay there for a few minuets before we where in the infamous 69 position. My sister licked off her juices as she ate my dick and I licked the cum dripping inside her pussy.

An hour later we were in the shower washing each other and my fingers probe her asshole as I fucked her pussy hard. “Bryan you are the best fuck I have every had.” She said to me. “Same to you.” I replied. Later that night the phone rang and I pick it up off my dresser.

“Hi mom. Yeah, Ok. Alright . Bye.” Candace brought her head up from sucking me off . “What she say?” “Well guess what?, Looks like we have and extra week all to ourselves.” She smiled and then kissed me. “Now how much did I owe you for that massage?” She straddled me and engulf my penis as she slid up and down it.

Based on actual events.

Dedicated to all brother and sister incest.

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It was early Monday morning and Tom Douglas stepped into the elevator at the Four Seasons downtown. Seeing it was key activated, he fumbled for a moment in his pocket to locate the magnetic card. His hands shook with excitement and anxiety, and he had to use both arms to align the card with the slot. The reader lit up green and he scanned the columns of floor numbers until his eyes landed on 24.

Always twenty-four, he thought to himself as he pressed the button. The elevator rose swiftly and the butterflies already in his stomach made an extra swoon.

He had left his suburban home four hours ahead of his usual schedule to make the appointed rendezvous with his daughter’s friend Sophie. It seemed fortuitous that he was staying in the guest cottage on his property, otherwise such an early departure would have drawn the attention of his wife and daughter.

His thoughts shifted to the bizarre memory of his wife, Lisa, striding silently into his guesthouse bedroom the prior evening. She had mounted his face and rode it forcefully to orgasm before summarily exiting without a word. Such an act would have never been part of her character before and came as a complete surprise. He mulled over her motives. Revenge seemed most likely, quid pro quo for what he had done to her weeks before in a moment of lust-filled frenzy. It also smacked of an assertion of dominance, reminiscent of Sophie’s treatment of him. Lisa’s vindictive reaction could have come in many other forms; aggressive sexual exploitation would have seemed unthinkable, until it wasn’t.

Tom felt a wave of guilt. Lisa’s fury was isolated to a specific incident, yet there was so much more she didn’t know. He was living a dual life, concealing an explosive secret. He knew it was wrong and disrespectful to be cheating on his partner of so many years, but he felt entirely helpless to resist the temptations of his daughter’s friend. And he didn’t want to. He was living a dream. In fact, he never wanted it to end.

As the elevator dinged, Tom stepped out and spotted a sign indicating the direction of various room numbers. Sophie had left him a note the previous morning with explicit instructions:

Meet me for “breakfast” tomorrow at 5:00 AM sharp. Four Seasons downtown, suite 2400.

He turned to follow the sign and his stomach grumbled. It felt odd to think of it as breakfast, given all his meals had essentially become the same. The note was also tongue-in-cheek in that they wouldn’t be having breakfast together per se, rather he would be the only one eating – feeding at her breast.

Sophie had imposed her will so completely over Tom that he was now dependent on her for his daily sustenance. He had lost the ability to eat normal food and nearly starved himself before finally latching onto her breast and tasting the sweet nectar of her body.

The 6’5″ eighteen-year-old high school senior had teased and tormented him since the start of the school year, whipping him into a constant frenzy of fantasy and masturbation. She exploited his fetishes, lifting and carrying him around with amazing ease, physically overpowering and humiliating him with her devastating strength and nine-inch height advantage.

Her face and body were perfection incarnate, her intelligence and wit were unmatched. She was bold and exciting, charming and unpredictable. Every moment with her was like discovering a new hidden treasure stashed away in her complex being: a new fetish, a new sensation, a new reason to be awestruck…a new path to subservience.

She had raised the bar for what sexual satisfaction meant to him, then the bar simply kept rising. She seemed so far out of reach, yet there she was, showering him with attention, seducing him, wrapping him around her finger. And he felt supremely lucky for it, subordinating everything in his life — his wife, his daughter, his reputation, his career — to follow the gorgeous siren wherever she may lead.

Over a series of days, she had cunningly taken complete control of his life. She made herself the center of his world, inducing him to declare his love for her, and symbolically rebirthing him as her newborn son to raise and protect. She promised to train him to be a better man, one capable of achieving his long-forgotten career aspirations, of realizing his true potential. A man possibly suitable to earn her love.

Then she had disappeared for three weeks. It was a time of darkness for Tom, when he succumbed to numerous sinful temptations. He effectively stopped eating, and nearly lost his grip on reality.

Then only two days before, she had reappeared, dressed as a ravishing dominatrix. She punished him brutally for his sins, battering his body and scarring his mind. Just when he thought her hell would never end, she bared her nipple and suckled him to her miraculously lactating breast. She explained that the abandonment and punishment had all been part of his training and that he was ready to take the next step. That her mersin escort milk would rebuild his emaciated body and sharpen his brain. And powerfully, that he would henceforth be made of Her.

And now here he was, meeting his domme and nursemaid early in the morning before work, just so he could get through his day without passing out from malnourishment. But he didn’t resent her for it. Every moment of her hiatus had been torture; the vacuum of her absence was like a black hole at his core, pulling him in on himself until it seemed nothing was left. The idea that she was responsible for nurturing him multiple times per day gave him hope that she wouldn’t leave him again, and elation at the prospect of being with her so often.

And he loved the act of nursing at her breast — the closeness he felt to her, the wonder of her taste, the maternal power she held over him. Since the first time her milk expressed, he honestly wasn’t sure which sensual deed he loved more: when he sucked out the divine liquids of her body, or when she teased out the lurid juices of his.

It seemed a lucky coincidence that the hotel was a few blocks from the office tower where he worked. Although, he reminded himself, nothing was ever a coincidence when Sophie was concerned. He had parked in his usual lot and walked ten minutes to the hotel. He wore his work suit, expecting to head to the office after his feeding.

He walked down a long hallway, checking each room number along the way. 2414, 2412, 2410… As the numbers fell, it became obvious the suite was at the end of the hall. Usually that was where the largest rooms were, and at the Four Seasons that didn’t come cheap. He thought briefly of Sophie’s modest family home. Something didn’t add up.

Upon arriving at the door, he looked at his watch to check the time. 4:52 AM. He was early as intended — to avoid being late — and had almost decided to take a walk back down the hall when he saw an envelope taped near the handle of the door. He pulled it off and slid out a note written in Sophie’s impeccable handwriting:

Strip immediately. Head to toe. Put it all in the basket. Everything except your watch and room key. Turn around with your back to the door and stand in the center of the hall with your hands at your sides. Do not move. At 5:00 AM sharp you may enter and place the basket inside.

Tom sighed uncomfortably. She had known he would arrive early. He hated that he was so predictable and scolded himself for falling into her trap. Yet he knew that even if he tried to deviate from his patterns, she would foresee it and head him off. Sophie could always sense his innermost thoughts.

Tom glanced down to see a round plastic laundry basket in the corner of the hall. For some reason he hadn’t noticed it. Then his eyes flicked up to the door and confirmed his suspicion — a peephole. She could see if he didn’t follow through, he thought to himself, and even if she didn’t look, she would still know. Lying to her was an impossibility.

He turned to glance down the hallway, and seeing it empty, began quickly removing his clothes: blazer, tie, shoes, trousers, Oxford shirt, undershirt, and finally socks. He placed her note on top of the clothes, then moved to face the hall, positioning himself exactly in the center as instructed. And he waited.

The cool hallway caused his skin to prickle and his dick to wither inside him. With each moment, he grew more self-conscious. It was still early, yet every one of the dozens of visible room doors seemed poised to open. He considered whether it was the impropriety of the situation itself, or the lack of confidence in his body shape that caused him the greatest anxiety.

He tried to make his mind blank to meditate away the minutes. But just as he reached a state of calm, his stomach churned again with hunger. And he thought of the source of his nourishment.

Almost immediately, his small penis unsheathed from its hideout and grew to its full four inches. His unease returned, redoubled by the lewdness of his erection — and by its unimpressive length.

A click sounded several doors down. Tom flinched and thought about crouching in the corner. But he felt the burn of Sophie’s eyes on his back and knew that the consequences of failing at his task would be far worse than the embarrassment of flashing a stranger. He stood as still as possible.

A man emerged from the room pulling a roller bag. He stopped momentarily before the door shut, as if debating something. Tom held his breath. Then the man continued out and turned toward the elevators. He reached the landing, a ding sounded, and he disappeared into a carriage, never looking back. Tom resumed breathing with a loud sigh of relief.

Just as he finished regathering himself, another ding sounded. A maid cart emerged from a service elevator further down the hall and turned toward him. The shaking of the metal castors sounded like a freight train in the quiet hall. The head of a short, dark-haired mersin escort bayan woman was just visible pushing from behind. Tom stood rigid, almost believing his body would blend into the wall. Strangely his cock remained erect, relishing in the unfamiliar thrill of exhibitionism…

“Ay! Dios mio!”

Her cry echoed throughout the hallway. The cart stopped in its tracks. Tom straightened his back, like a bullfighter challenging his foe. And the bull reversed course. The maid pulled the cart at double-time, the service elevator dinged, and they were gone.

Tom’s heart thumped a mile a minute. His shame was gone. In its stead, he felt a glow of pride. He puzzled on the emotion. It was the last thing he expected to feel. Then he thought of Sophie’s note:

Do not move.

And he realized he was basking in the triumph of succeeding at Sophie’s task. Even without her explicit affirmation, he lived for her approval.

He glanced down at his watch. 4:59:14 AM. As the second hand ticked around its course, his sweaty palm fiddled with the keycard, squeezing against the sharp plastic sides. Waiting.

When the revolution completed, he turned and inserted the card into the door in one swift motion, not needing to steady himself. He was flush with adrenaline, driven toward his goal.

The door opened and the room was nearly dark behind it. He slid the basket in with a foot, slipped inside and dropped the room key on top of his clothes. Then he shut the door slowly to avoid it slamming and waited a moment to let his eyes adjust to his surroundings.

He was in a foyer, with a small lavatory opposite the room door and a hallway leading to his right. The air was colder inside and he reflexively shivered. His nerves were abuzz with anticipation. His muse was somewhere inside.

He wondered which Sophie he would find. His radiant, adoring mother? The playful, teasing teenage dream? The cruel, vengeful mistress of his nightmares? He shivered again at the thought.

Or perhaps a Sophie he hadn’t yet met? He felt his spine tingle. She always kept him guessing, leaning forward on the edge of his seat as he watched their saga unfold, both participant and audience to her femdom masterwork.

Then he recalled his wild goose chase through the hotel the night of Homecoming, and a lump formed in his chest. Was she even in the room? Might some other deviant surprise lay in store?

With only one direction to go, he stepped gingerly down the hallway and entered a large room. It was lit only by the brightness of the city night casting a white glow through a window. A round, formal dining table sat before him, and behind that a lavish, expansive sitting room fit for hosting a dozen guests at high tea.

His eyes scanned the room for a clue as to his next move and he spotted another hallway to his left. It was the only other way out of the room. A shiver engulfed his body as he stepped toward it. He could hear his heart beating loudly in his ears, quickening as his sense of suspense rose.

He stepped into the corridor and immediately noticed a sliver of incandescent light on the floor at the end. Raising his eyes, he could make out a door, slightly ajar. His breaths became short. What would he find beyond the door?

His steps became shaky as his body trembled. The short distance seemed to grow longer with each stride. His feet mired in quicksand; basic motion became intricate maneuvers. Fear gripped him as he recalled her unrelenting discipline.

A highlight reel of their exploits together played out rapidly his head. He reminded himself that she had always known what was best for him, even when he didn’t. She had proven it repeatedly and offered to take control. And he willingly submitted, knowing that he would be better for it. He was duty bound to accept whatever she had in store for him.

With renewed resolve, he took the last step, placed one hand on the jamb to steady himself, and used the other to give the door a slight push. It swung silently on oiled hinges. More light streamed into the hall, and finally it was open.

Sophie appeared like a heavenly vision, backlit by warm recessed lighting, standing in front of an ornate king-size bed. Her satiny light brown hair cascaded from her head in undulating waves, pooling at her shoulders, and flowing down her back. Individual strands shimmered like gold as the light streamed through them. She wore white slippers and a white silk robe that curved over her perfectly rounded breasts, then draped loosely down her body to her knees.

He couldn’t have imagined a starker contrast to the last time he saw her; nine inches taller, hair tightly braided, clothed in black leather, covered in steel spikes.

Her full, red lips parted slightly, glistening with moisture, and her eyes sparkled with unfathomable depth and allure. Yet she wore no make-up. There was a softness about her, as if she were slightly out of focus. She glowed with youthful beauty, looking pure and escort mersin natural. Immaculate. Almost virginal.

Tom’s eyes lowered to her bosom. Her large erect nipples poked out through the thin fabric, forming separate ridges in the silk that traced down the length of the robe, like shadows of their projections. Tom’s eyes widened and his breathing became heavy. He could feel his salivary glands filling and his tongue began to float on a fresh bed of slaver.

“Oop!”

Sophie made a sharp, surprised sound and tipped her head down to look at her breasts. Dark spots suddenly appeared on the white silk, expanding around her nipples. Narrow grey rivulets streamed down the shiny cloth.

Tom was momentarily startled, then recalled the let-down reflex that Lisa experienced when she breast-fed their daughter, Lauren. Her boobs sometimes leaked just from hearing her infant’s cry in the next room. The idea that Sophie could react so viscerally to seeing him sent a flood of warmth through his body. His cock pulsed and he felt his semen rise, as if it may suddenly gush in concert with her mammaries.

The urge thankfully subsided, and he turned his thoughts to the nature of their maternal bond. The idea that she had become his new mother was still abstract in Tom’s head. He could certainly sense their close mental connection and feel the deep physical dependence on her when he suckled. Yet to this point, the image of the sultry teen was still hard to associate with the traditional notion of motherhood; the juxtaposition had remained an anomaly even as he accepted the cream of her maternity.

But in that moment of spontaneous lactation, she was suddenly wholesome. The conundrum of her eroticism became irrelevant. She had embodied her role so completely that the mere sight of him made her milk flow. She was his new mother. And he had become the product of Her.

She raised her head and looked upon him, her face glowing with kindness and empathy. He wanted nothing more than to run to her, but he had made that mistake before and paid the price. He would never do so again.

Instead, he waited, letting her eyes probe him. He felt vulnerable in his nakedness. And not just due to his lack of clothing — he could sense that his mind was also exposed before her. He felt her wandering inside his head, searching his thoughts and feelings. Yet he realized he had nothing to fear. He knew for certain that all she would find was his love and dedication, for that’s what consumed the entirety of his brain.

Suddenly, almost as if it never existed, the robe dropped to the floor and Sophie stood nude before him, save for a pair of white cotton panties. She was nuder than he had ever seen her, fully exposed, on display. And she was indescribably perfect.

Her massive plump breasts floated like moons orbiting her celestial being. Barely sagging despite their full load. Not a hint of overhang on her lower chest.

Her large areolae were the color of ripe apples, their smooth surfaces practically reflective, shining with the light of the room. Her nipples sat like long red-velvet cupcakes on the surface, frosted with white droplets, begging to be devoured.

She stood straight and tall, her hourglass figure emphasized by the silhouette of the lighting. He could see the gap between her muscular, yet feminine, thighs and he glanced at her crotch. To his delight, her dampness wasn’t limited to her chest. His semen almost erupted again.

Sultry and wholesome. Opposites in the normal world. One and the same in Sophie’s skewed reality. His cock throbbed while suction built in his mouth. He loved his new mother in every possible way.

Her arms raised, beckoning him, and she broke the wordless silence:

“Come to me, my sweet little boy.”

Her voice was warm, yet commanding; seductive, yet functional. She was an enigma of contrasts. And he wanted nothing more than to lose himself in her mystery.

His legs glided forward as if on air and he reached his arms out, ready to wrap around her waist. His body hairs stood on end as he entered her space, as if he could sense the field of her aura. Before he knew it, her arms gathered him into an embrace, pulling his head between her luscious breasts. Into his special place.

At her natural height, his face slipped seamlessly between the orbs. The sides pressed in, covering his ears, enshrouding him in silence. Her skin felt cool and powdery soft, like a freshly made bed. He instinctively breathed in, desperate for her memorable fragrance. His nose quickly registered its distinct tones, similar yet different from the last time they were together: softer and warmer, with an overtone of nurturing. No harshness of aggression. No piquant of exertion. Yet all Sophie.

Her ethereal aroma washed over him and through him. His heartbeat suddenly slowed, and his breathing deepened. His brain submerged into her pheromones, and his thoughts went blank. He drifted into a state of deep meditation.

He imagined himself as one with Her; consumed by Her. There was no independent him, only Her. Yet he sensed he was still there, only as an attribute or quality of Her. Like one of the many sides of her personality. And he was infinitely better as part of Her, versus alone and helpless as himself.

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A few days had gone by without me seeing Madison again. She didn’t seem to own a car and nobody had been round to pick her up, so I assumed she must have been busy unpacking and settling into her new home. I wondered what the place looked like now that it was all put together.

I imagined Madison walking around the house in a silk robe, sitting on the couch watching the TV while gently massaging moisturizer into her long legs. I pictured her trying on clothes in front of the floor to ceiling mirrors that covered the wall opposite her bed, turning this way and that to check out the how each piece of clothing hugged her impressive figure.

These were where my thoughts would inevitably go whenever I found myself reaching into my trousers for some relief. Madison and her mirror. And all the things she would do in front of it.

———

It was Friday morning when I opened my front door to find a white envelope on my doorstep, with scribbled ‘Jimmy’ on its front in bright blue ink.

I immediately knew it was Madison and I felt my heartbeat begin to quicken in excitement. She was the only person who called me Jimmy and although it wasn’t usually a nickname I’d have liked, something about the fact that she came up with it made it feel special. As if it was something we shared, just for us.

I quickly tore open the envelope and pulled out its contents. First was a note, again scribbled in the same bright blue ink:

‘Saw this and thought of you. Thanks for all the help the other day little buddy. Love – Madison’

My heart was beating so fast it felt like a drum in my chest. Madison had thought of me. Completely out of the blue. Maybe I really did have a chance with her.

But my ecstasy was short lived as I struggled to understand what the second item in the envelope meant.

I held it in my hand. It was a flat piece of metal, covered with a thin layer of gold paint, and a large key ring attached to its top left hand corner. I turned it over in my hand and noticed the markings. It was a ruler!

But a very small one. It only went up to 6 centimeters. Why was Madison giving me this?

I carried the ruler round with me for the rest of the morning, trying to work out what it meant and why Madison had given it to me. Was she trying to send me some sort of message? Or was it just a way for her to come over and say thank you? As the anxious voices in my head grew louder and louder I finally decided the best thing to do was to just ask her. I could go around to thank her for the gift, and try to figure out her motivations.

If she really was into me, there’d be no harm in trying to spend more time with her.

So I put on a pair of basketball shorts and headed over to Madison’s. I tried knocking on her front door but there was no answer. The side gate leading to her backyard was open so I figured I’d try my luck. If she wasn’t out there I’d just leave a note and head home I figured.

But when I saw Madison, I froze. She was sprawled out on a towel on her back deck, sunbathing.

She was wearing a ridiculously skimpy yellow bikini that barely covered anything and was lying face down. I had the perfect view to see where the thin piece of yellow material disappeared between her juicy cheeks. Her skin was glowing with a thin layer of sunblock and just the faintest hint of perspiration. My cock was hardening quickly as I stared, and it took all my strength to tear my eyes away from her body.

“Um, hey neighbor! It’s James, I mean.. Jimmy?” I said awkwardly. “Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to say thanks for the gift you gave me. It was really sweet.”

Without saying a word, Madison turned over and sat up — leaning back onto her elbows in a way that extended her flat stomach muş escort and immediately drew my eye down to the narrow strip of yellow that covered her most intimate area. It was clear she either shaved or waxed.

She had sunglasses on so I couldn’t see her eyes, but from the way her lips curled into a smirk I’m pretty sure Madison caught me gawking at her.

“So, yeah… thank you.”

She giggled softly.

“That’s fine Jimmy. It reminded me of you, that’s all.” And I couldn’t really tell because of her sunglasses, but I swear I saw Madison’s tilt her head a little to lower her eyeline towards my shorts.

“What do you mean?” I asked, a mixture of nervous and confused.

Her smile only grew.

“Well, I just think it suits you. After all, you do…” she stopped, before clearing her throat.

“My eyes are up here little Jimmy”. Her voice was sterner than I’d ever heard it.

She was right though. I had been staring. Again. But I couldn’t help it.

Her breasts were practically bursting out of her bikini top. Just two small yellow triangles stretched taut across her nipples, as the rest of her smooth mounds fell out on every side. I’m no expert but they had to be at least a C or D cup.

“I’m sorry” I said, looking down at my feet and unable to meet Madison’s eyes. Somehow Madison always managed to make me feel like a shy teenager all over again.

“Hmm, I bet.” Madison deadpanned. And with that she rolled back over and settled onto her towel.

I stood there awkwardly for half a minute, not knowing what to do, before deciding that Madison was clearly done with me. I fucked it up. Just like I always do.

So taking one last look at Madison in her bikini, I turned around and started to walk away – a bit awkwardly now because of the tent my erection was making in my shorts.

“Stop.” Madison called out to me. It sounded more of a command than a request. “Come”.

I shuffled back towards her, quickly trying and failing to readjust my erection to make it less obvious.

Madison was still laying on her front looking away from me as she spoke.

“You can make it up to me by doing me a favor.” Again it was clear this wasn’t a request.

“Of course!” I responded immediately. I must have sounded like an over eager child.

I heard Madison giggling softly again.

“I’ll do anything you need” I stammered out before realizing how pathetic that made me sound. But I didn’t care, cos my eyes were once again glued to her ass just a foot in front of me. I couldn’t believe I was so close to Madison’s exposed rump, and I was going to do anything I could to stay as long as possible.

Madison reached out and picked up the bottle of suntan lotion in front of her.

“Do my back. I’ve been out here a while and need to reapply.”

I swear my mouth must have hit the floor at this point. I honestly couldn’t believe what I had just heard. It was something out of a cheesy porn movie I would jerk off to. The nerdy guy putting suntan lotion on the babe next door. It wasn’t possible for my dick to get any harder at this point, but it was really trying to.

I took the bottle and immediately sunk to my knees beside her. Squirting a bit on my hands I tentatively began to rub her shoulder blades.

Madison moaned slightly.

“Mmm. Harder.”

I started rubbing harder up and down her entire back.

“Come on Jimmy, I’m not going to break” she giggled.

I was learning over her now, trying to get maximum leverage to really knead into her muscles.

“Better. Now legs too”

I added more lotion to my hands and began to vigorously rub my hands over her calves and thighs, working my palms into her strong legs. But as I was leaning over muş escort bayan and rubbing her other leg I felt my erect cock brush her right between her ass cheeks. I froze. Fuck.

What had I done.

It was an accident, but Madison must have felt it.

I looked down at her and saw nothing. At first.

Then I noticed she was lightly shaking underneath me.

I was terrified she was about to scream at me.

But then I heard laughter.

A soft giggle at first, as if Madison was trying to hold back.

But before long she was openly laughing into her hand.

Madison flipped round onto her elbows so she was facing me, still laughing.

“Was THAT what I think it was?” her voice seemed stern but the big smile on her face suggested she at least wasn’t too angry.

I didn’t know what to say. She had clearly felt my cock against her ass. I tried to stammer out an explanation but no words came out.

Madison took off her sunglasses and met my eyes. They were twinkling with mischief.

She made a point of looking right at me, and then slowly lowering her gaze until they rested firmly on the tent in my shorts. Her lips twitched a bit in amusement.

The phone rang just as she was about to speak.

“Stay” she said firmly, before disappearing inside the house.

From my place on the back deck I had to really strain to hear Madison’s voice on the phone.

“Hey slut!”

“Just getting some sun in”

“Oh my neighbor helped”

My ears perked up at this. She was talking about me.

Laughter. Lots of laughter.

“No no no no. He’s the one I told you about remember?”

“The one I got the ruler for.” More laughter.

“Exactly.”

There was silence on Madison’s end of the call for awhile, and I felt my heart beat quicken. They were clearly talking about me, and after what Madison had just caught me doing I feared what they might be saying.

“Actually” I heard Madison pause as if thinking something over, “That’s a good idea. Let me tell him.”

More laughter.

“Oh you’re bad. Okay bye girl!”

Madison came bounding back out to the deck, her firm tits bouncing in her little bikini as she did.

She had a devilish smile.

“So I need to go out in a bit. Can you drive me?” she rocked forward onto the balls of her feet, pushing her chest towards me. I couldn’t say no to her.

“Sounds good!”

“Oh yay!” she pulled me into another one of her too-close hugs, and I felt my erection slide right between her thighs. I squirmed as she squeezed her thighs together and held me firmly.

Getting up on her tiptoes to speak directly into my ear she whispered “Thanks Little Jimmy. Be back here in an hour.”

And then she was gone, closing the glass door behind her as she disappeared into the house.

———–

An hour later I was back on her deck knocking on the glass to get Madison’s attention. It had been ten minutes and she hadn’t answered the door.

The inside of her house was well lit, and I admired her living room through the glass while I waited. It was definitely minimalist, but what was there was very elegant and looked quite expensive. There wasn’t a TV either I noticed.

Just then one of the hallway doors opened and Amber came walking out dressed in only her underwear. I had jerked off twice before coming back over here, but I felt my dick begin to stiffen at the sight.

She was wearing a matching bra and panty set, it was bright red with a black lace trim. I couldn’t help but stare.

She saw me looking through the door and held up a finger as if to say ‘wait’, and then disappeared into another room.

She reemerged a few minutes later wearing an incredibly form-fitting black escort muş cocktail dress that hugged her generous curves in all the right ways.

“Let’s go little buddy” she walked out of the house, not waiting for me to respond.

When we got in the car she gave me the address and we were on our way.

Madison was quiet as we began the drive as I rattled away about whatever came to mind, desperately trying to fill the silence.

“This is quite a nice car” she finally said.

“Oh, uh thanks”. To be honest I know nothing about cars. But it seemed to impress Madison.

“Yeah I bought it when I was with my ex”

Fuck. Why did I bring her up.

A faint hint of a smirk pulled at Madison’s lips.

“The one who cheated on you?” she said as she turned to face me.

“Mmhhm” I said, keeping my eyes looking directly ahead.

“With the guy with the huge dick?” she wasn’t even hiding her smirk now.

I didn’t know what to say. But I could see Madison’s gaze in my peripheral vision, and I felt my pits begin to sweat with nervousness.

“Yes” I eventually relented.

Madison giggled softly before smiling to herself, as if pleased with the outcome. Like she had won some sort of game.

More silence followed thereafter and I found myself getting more and more nervous. I had never been alone with a woman as beautiful as Madison for this long, other than my ex and my stepsister. I comforted myself with the fact that Madison asked me, of all people, to drive her. So she must like spending time with me, and maybe I still did have a shot.

Madison wrinkled her nose a few times.

“You alright?” I asked, “need a tissue?”

Madison turned towards me and gave the air a gentle sniff. She frowned and leaned in closer, the tip of her nose grazing my neck, and took a long sniff.

“You smell!” she crinkled her nose “Again”

“I’m.. uh, sorry. Long day I guess” I half laughed at the end, hoping to brush it off.

Madison wore her mouth in a straight line.

“We need to roll down the windows to air out this car” she said flatly “I don’t want to arrive for my date smelling like your gross BO”

If I wasn’t driving a car I’d have stopped dead in my tracks. Her date? I was driving her to a date? With another man? I could feel my heart sinking in my chest, and my tummy began to turn. The nausea was rising. It was like I’d been kicked in the guts.

Madison saw my reaction and chuckled.

“Oh it’s not really a date” she whispered, almost conspiratorially.

I looked at her, half out of hope, half out of desperation.

Her smile was devilish once again. “It’s more like a booty call” she laughed.

——-

We drove the last few minutes in silence before I pulled up in front of a fairly run-down looking apartment block in the inner-city.

Madison turned to face me.

“Listen Jimmy” she began “we’re friends right?”

“Yes! Of course! Absolutely”

Madison chuckled at my eagerness.

“Good, because since we’re friends I feel like I can tell you” she paused and leaned towards me in her seat.

“You really need to do a better job of washing yourself. It seems like everytime we hang out, you smell” she crinkled her nose again.

“Oh… uh… yeah, I can do that” I stammered

“I mean you really need to get in there and rub all your bits. Your pits especially, and your balls as well” she pointed towards my crotch for emphasis.

“Yeah I can do that” I gave a nervous laugh, hoping this conversation would end.

Madison’s face softened, and she reached out to rub my arm.

“Okay, great. I’m proud of you. And I’ll check how you go with it”

What did that mean?

But before I could think about it Madison was pulling me into another hug.

With our checks resting against each other, she put her lips to my ear and whispered.

“Let’s hope this guy’s cock is as big as your ex’s boss”

And she laughed as she leapt out of the car and headed towards the apartment block.

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The Cuckold Fantasy

Hi friends, today I will tell you how I actually did my dirtiest and ultimate cuckold fantasy.

My wife’s boyfriend came over to see her. I was waiting unused, useless as instructed. This is to ensure that I feel humiliated and they can both see that my naked penis is hard because I am excited.

I answered the door naked and let him in. As soon as he came unused, useless, he instantly pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard.

His hands all over her body. He pulled out one of her breasts and eagerly sucked hard on the nipple.

My stomach was churning as I watched this man ravish my wife. He was quite clearly in a highly aroused state as usual and was taking out his lust on my wife. I just stood by with my penis erect, excited by what I was seeing and watched as he took her.

He turned to me and ordered me to take off my wife’s panties. I knelt before them both and he lifted her skirt so I could get my hands on the waistband of her panties.

“Don’t touch her vagina… that is not for you,” he ordered.

I slipped my fingers carefully under the elastic and pulled my wife’s panties down her stockinged legs.

Even before I had removed them completely, his fingers were rubbing away at her wetness, and my penis throbbed harder as I watched.

Jealousy and confusion rushing through my body, giving me the cuckold against I was so desired.

They were kissing feverishly, tongues and lips clashing as their arousal increased. I could hear my wife’s breathing becoming faster, little moans escaping her mouth as he ran his hands through her hair, pulling her harder against his lips.

My wife pulled away and took his hand, leading him upstairs. I watched her step up in her high heels, leaving me at the bottom.

They paid me no attention as I heard the bedroom door open… then close. I was standing at the bottom of the stairs with my wife’s panties in my hand. I held them against my nose and inhaled her scent.

The smell of her sex and the pheromones from her sending my head spinning with lust and sexual excitement. My penis throbbed harder and harder than my blood rushed through my body. I crept up the stairs and sat outside our bedroom door, listening to this man with my wife on our marital bed.

I could hear them kissing and breathing hard. I could hear the moans from my wife.

I could tell which part of her body he was touching from the sounds she was making. The more intense moans telling me he was searching out her more intimate spots. I sat naked on the floor, my heart thumping in my chest, my breathing fast and shallow, my own excitement mardin escort obvious from the way my penis jerked and throbbed so very hard and erect.

As a cuckold, this is what I desired. The pain and anger I was feeling. The hurt and jealousy coursing through my body.

All my emotions twisted and confused as this man made love to my wife on the other side of the door. The door opened, and he stood there naked with an enormous erection… Prepare far bigger than my own.

“Go and prepare her for me,” he said. What he meant was that I was to kneel before my wife and make sure she was wet enough for him before he entered her.

This is a task many cuckolds are made to perform as an act of servitude. I eagerly knelt on the bed and moved my face close to my wife’s sex.

I could see she was highly aroused. She was naked, all her clothes strewn on the floor. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed fast, her breasts red and marked where he had roughly handled her, nipples hard and erect.

My face was inches from her swollen and inflamed opening. I could smell her sex, see the wetness streaming from her… I thought that there was no more lubrication I could offer, indeed I was going to remove most of her wetness with my mouth.

Just as I was about to bury my face between her legs, he pulled me away, laughing.

“No.. I don’t think so… sit ” It was a ruse to tease me and then deny me enjoyment.

My anger and frustration boiled inside me as I sat on the chair in the corner, denying the pleasure of tasting my wife’s excitement.

My usual spot as I watched him move onto the bed and straddle my wife. She threw her arms around his neck as his penis moved to her opening. It touched her lightly, and she groaned loudly, pulling him closer.

I watched intently as he manoeuvred into position. I held my breath. This was the moment.

This was when he finally got to take my wife from me. I looked up to see him grinning at me and just as our eyes met; he lunged forward and buried all 8′ of himself deep into my wife’s body.

My wife squealed loudly, and a sob escaped my throat as I almost cried with frustration and pain.

He stayed buried deep inside her… his body tense as the tip of his penis must have been touching her womb. He was still looking at me as he thrust into her each time a little squeal escaped my wife’s lips.

The bed squeaked with the energy of his thrusts and my heart beat sending the blood rushing through me, each beat signalling another second of absolute emotional torment for me.

My penis was raging hard and as I looked down, leaking mardin escort bayan profusely at the sexual excitement of the moment. He made love to my lovely wife violently for several minutes, and I could sense he was about to orgasm and spurt his seed inside my wife’s body.

But then he stopped and withdrew himself. He came over to me and stood before me.

His penis was engorged and glistening wet with my wife’s juices. He was breathing hard and his cock was jerking with every beat of his heart. I looked at my wife and she was watching us with a sly grin on her face. She then turned over onto her hands and knees into the doggy position.

“Go and get underneath her…in the right position,” he commanded.

I knew what he was going to do. My wife and I had discussed this previously. They must have talked it over whilst I was outside.

I slid onto the bed and positioned myself underneath my wife in the 69 position. I dared not touch my wife, not without permission. I looked up and her raw and battered sex was just inches above my face.

I could see and smell her arousal. Her face was also above my swollen penis, but I knew there was no way she would touch me… I am permanently denied and no sexual contact is allowed.

Her lover moved behind us on the bed, I could see his huge penis above me as he once again moved into position and placed the tip of his hardness against my wife’s opening.

This time, he pushed painfully slowly into my wife. I watched as each inch slowly entered her body.

Her labia stretched around his girth until he was fully embedded deep inside of her. I could see his full testicles above my face.

Knowing that in just a few minutes he was going to empty the contents of them into my wife. His hands gripped her hips, and I watched from an inch away as his enraged penis plunged in and out of my wife’s body.

The bed was rocking back and forth with both his and her ministrations as she pushed back against his thrusts. She was groaning loudly and his thrusts became faster as he made love to my wife.

Sometimes his testicles would brush against my face and my wife’s juices were dripping and splashing onto my face. I could feel the breath from her on my erection as my head started to spin with the energy of the moment.

“Lick her” was the command from above and instantly I moved my mouth close to her sex and licked at her clitoris.

This was not so easy as his penis was pistoning in and out of her sex and the clitoris was going in and out with his motions.

It was inevitable that I made contact with his organ, but escort mardin at this moment, I simply didn’t care. I was lost in cuckold heaven. My tongue and entire mouth were just meshed against the both of them as I so eagerly wanted to be a part of the connection.

His groans and grunts signalled he was about to erupt inside my wife and I lay back down on the bed, as it was too dangerous to be in the way of his frantic thrusting.

He increased to full speed, pistoning in a blur until he groaned loudly and my wife screamed. I looked up and saw his testicles tighten and could actually see as his penis pulsed with each jerk as he pumped his seed into my wife.

Tears rolled down my face as my emotion crashed over me seeing him inseminate my beautiful wife.

Semen leaked out as he spurted over and over inside her. It dripped onto my face and mouth.

It was warm, and I just opened my mouth to take his seed, which he saw and instantly he withdrew and pushed his still jerking cock into my mouth.

I was shocked and almost gagged and pulled back, but such was the powerful emotion and sexual energy of the moment that I just lay there as the last of his seed spurted straight into my mouth.

A man’s penis, swollen and in a state of orgasm, was in my mouth and ejaculating.

My mouth was full of his seed and I simply swallowed it and lay there as he finished his orgasm and his peak descended.

Once he got his breath back, he ordered, “Clean me,” and without question, I lapped and sucked at his penis and cleaned him of any residue from his actions.

I am not gay. I am not bi. I only have urges and attraction for women.

But as a cuckold I will do as I am told in that situation and I was still in absolute cuckold heaven.

After a minute, when he was satisfied I had cleaned him properly, he stood up and instantly, before I knew what was going on, my wife lowered herself straight onto my face.

Her wide open and hot sex straight into my mouth. His seed was running from her seriously copious amounts of his sperm simply flowed from her into my mouth.

I didn’t care. I was licking and sucking at my wife’s sex and even pleasuring her as I heard her moan at my ministrations.

I think I heard her orgasm, too.

I still remember how to do this. As a cuckold this is the most highly charged I have ever been. I have never since been in such a powerful sexually charged situation as this. It was simply cuckold perfection.

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Chapter 1

People often remarked that I was quiet. Behind the quiet, I was someone who was shy, naive, often awkward, and introverted.

And perverted.

Ellen was an Irish American girl from my elementary school. She had straight to wavy reddish brown hair, blue eyes, and was average size in a way that she was the median size for the girls in our class.

After 8th grade when we went on to separate high schools, I would call her once or twice each week, and we would always meet and sit together in church on Sundays. I would usually show up alone, as my mom attended an earlier mass, and my dad never went to church at all. Neither did Ellen’s dad, but her mom was usually with her. She was a conservative older lady that I felt awkward and shy around. I only spoke to her when spoken to, which with my shyness, would always hope to be as little as possible.

Ellen had an older sister, Marie, who seemed to be warm and friendly all throughout our days in elementary school. I hardly saw her after she graduated and moved on to high school. She would make a shy me feel comfortable whenever she was around. She always seemed to have a smile for me, and I could tell she really liked the fact that this well-mannered blonde haired boy was fancying her younger sister.

During the early 1980’s as we were progressing through high school, we started working jobs. While I was working in a local fast food joint, Ellen got a job working in a local department store. Between all the time we spent working, studying, and other things, it seemed we had little time to get together. Eventually once I started to have a little money and a car, I was able to pick her up and take her to the movies, and other dates as time permitted.

Before I knew it, we were both off to our respective colleges. She was going for a law degree, while I was going for a degree in science.

It seemed we were both busy most of the time, between studying and working part-time jobs. And we did have our own sets of friends too. But I made a point to call her once or twice a week, trying not to come off as overbearing. I knew she needed her space, and I tried to be as patient as I could be.

Breaks during and between semesters became the only times I was able to see her, though it seemed limited at that. Our dates consisted of mainly movies, dinners, the occasional party, and sometimes just being together in a park or somewhere.

Our intimacy seemed to be limited to kissing and holding hands, basically. She was very uptight about getting physically involved before graduating college, as I think she was scared of risking pregnancy. I did my best to respect that (especially being in fear of her parents, had I made one wrong aggressive move). I didn’t want to do anything to risk losing her, though I knew practically all of my friends were getting laid, and I had been growing increasingly horny for the past few years.

I was the jealous type, who often worried that guys in her college might be hitting on her, or perhaps guys coming into the store where she worked would be flirting with her too. I felt insecure, as I felt like I didn’t have all that much to offer, and that some guy could easily come along, and just steal her away. I wanted to believe we were “going steady”, but I never felt secure that that was the case, and I had an inkling she would not have characterized our relationship as that. Which just made me feel more insecure.

These feelings resulted in some really neurotic discussions I’d have with her, mostly over the phone, when I couldn’t be around her and was paranoid of what might be happening. Though she tried her best to give me reassurance, it wouldn’t be enough to quell my anxiety. And I knew it would wear on her from time to time, so I tried to keep it all in check as best as I could.

Chapter 2

Then one summer, after Ellen had just turned 20, she received a verbal invite that really did a number on my anxiety, having known what I knew.

The nuns from our elementary school had invited her to their pool, on the rooftop of their convent.

They had invited Ellen. Not Ellen and me. Not Ellen and her sister. Not Ellen and her mom.

Just Ellen.

They would see us practically every Sunday when we attended mass together. In high school, they’d see us every Sunday, and greet us after mass. Once we were in college, and sparsely came back to the church to attend mass while on breaks, etc., the post- mass greetings included asking us more in depth questions about how things were going, I imagined since they saw us less.

The nuns had stopped wearing their veils near the end of our elementary school days, revealing the short salt and pepper hair of Sr. Mary Francis, the school’s principal and reverend mother of the convent, and short brunette hair of Sr. Johanna, the first grade teacher. They still wore their one piece habits, with zippers that ran most of the way down the back. They wore black habits most of the year, and white during the summer months. They fit tight enough to essentially reveal their figures. From what I could muğla escort observe from the outline, Sr. Mary Francis, who was in her 50’s had really nice breasts. Sr. Johanna was about 10 years younger and seemed somewhat flat chested, though she was also somewhat petite.

After one mass in late June following the end of the spring semester, while Sr. Johanna was chatting with me, Sr. Mary Francis had taken Ellen aside and whispered the offer to come over and go in their pool with them the week following 4th of July. We had assumed I was not invited because I was a male, and that it would have been inappropriate for a male to be in a nuns’ private pool.

My anxiety came in, as I remembered the stories I had heard during the earlier high school years, where I would be helping out back at the elementary school after school was over weekdays and some Saturdays, and I would be around mothers from the mothers’ guild, as well as other older lady parishioners.

Remember when I said I was very quiet and shy. At times, I seemed to have been a fly on the wall that no one paid attention to, as these women would talk amongst themselves. Not realizing I was taking in practically every word. If I weren’t either in a room or passing through a room where they were gathered, I’d be much more often in an adjacent room with thin walls. The most common of these would be the “projector room”, which was right next to the room where the mother’s guild would hold their meetings.

When they would be in small groups, and depending on who knew what, they would open up about their experiences with the nuns to each other. It all began when they were comparing notes about the nuns’ suspicious behavior whenever pictures were being taken with them. It seemed that during picture takings, the nuns would always either stand close enough to make contact with the ladies’ breasts, and/or stand close enough so that their own breast would brush up against the arm or whatever of the ladies. Whether the nuns would grab the woman’s arm pulled it into their breast, or just stand close enough to press against a woman’s arm.

And I could relate to this, all too well, as I had seen a picture of my mom with the nuns. In the picture, Sr. Johanna was holding my mom’s hand, pulling my mom’s arm in such a way that her own arm is clearly brushing up against my mom’s breast. There appeared to be no air space in between. So from that and a few other photos I happened to see, along with the limited words my eavesdropping ears could discern, I pretty much knew exactly what they were discussing.

From this behavior during picture taking, and comparing notes about their experiences with each other, the women had started to suspect the nuns were doing it deliberately, and things progressed from there. The buzz seemed to be that the nuns were acting somewhat “breast obsessed”. The ladies’ overall attitude about it was that it was harmless, and they felt bad for the nuns, knowing they were abstaining from sex. It actually even made some the women feel a little extra sexy, as a few admitted to each other.

Though there were a few who were turned off by it and would express their disdain and had negative things to day about the nuns’ behavior, the overall feeling about it among the women was positive. Which led to further experiences…

One of the 1st stories I overheard was from a woman in her early 60’s, Hilda, who had a large frame with very big breasts. Though it was hard for anyone to not make contact with them while standing close for pictures, she had noticed the way the nuns had worked their elbows and arms into them at times, and how they would smile at her at times. She would catch their eyes that seemed they couldn’t help but notice the buxomness.

On one occasion, Hilda invited the nuns over to her home one afternoon when no one else was around. The way I overheard Hilda describing it to a few other women when they arrived, she was wearing a soft button-down blouse. After slowly undoing one or two of the buttons, she asked the smiling nuns if they wanted to unbutton the rest, and gave them a wink. It made them giggle, but they hesitated to move, as this offer was likely a mildly shocking surprise to them.

Hilda said she undid another button, and encouraged them, “Come on, it’s okay”, to which they slowly approached. After the blouse had been fully unbuttoned, she said they stood at either side of her, gripped either side of the blouse at the shoulder, and slowly slid it down her arms together. She recounted they mildly gasped when her gray-blue half satin half lace bra was revealed. They were anxious to feel the fabric, and in the process of doing so, gave her breasts a nice caress over it.

I couldn’t stay around long enough to hear if the bra eventually came off or not. But that seemed to be a key experience that led other women who learned about it to act on their own.

Subsequently, it seemed that there were afternoon invites to other women’s homes, including pool invites in the summers. The nuns would in turn invite some of the muğla escort bayan women to their small pool which they had on the roof of the convent. The women figured out that they were essentially being invited only one at a time. Though they guessed that was because the pool was small, they suspected because there might be “another agenda”.

And now, for one particular upcoming day, it would be Ellen’s turn. Would they have an “agenda” then, as the women had suspected with these pool invites. Since I overheard them say the word, I couldn’t get it and thoughts surrounding it out of my head.

Given how the previous encounters at the nuns’ pool went with some of the other women as I overheard it, my anxiety was at its peak. I never shared with Ellen or anyone else for that matter anything I knew about what went on between the nuns and these women. They were well-kept secrets that made me horny to hear. I just wanted to hear more and would have been afraid of jeopardizing everything from my opportunities to listen in, to my reputation if I were to tell a soul of what I overheard. Besides, I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, especially when it was sensitive subject matter that I couldn’t imagine they would have wanted me to hear and know. But because it played to my secret lust, I felt I could never mention to Ellen what I knew, and especially not mention how it affected me.

But the anticipation of something happening between the nuns and Ellen, where they were potentially able, and perhaps eager, to explore territory that I had wanted to explore so badly for so long. I could tell (or at least I think I could) by the way they looked at her with their smiles, that they were curious to see and maybe touch the uncharted territory of her breasts. These nuns were aggressive where I was meek. To the victor goes the spoils or whatever narrative that my neurotic anxiety would classify it at the time.

While I had been around the school during my high school years, various women were giving accounts of their own experiences each week. They were talking about their bra straps slowly sliding down, guided by the nuns, one on each side. How the nuns were caressing their breasts, both over their bras, and once their bras had come off. And how their tops “slipped” down or off in pools, and how the nuns would take advantage of the “opportunity”.

What was to be Ellen’s fate? Would the nuns walk in on her while she would be changing in or out of her swimwear? Would they have a sly way to get her top off, and get to see and/or feel her breasts? Would they make it seem incidental, or would they take a more brazen approach with their curiosity?

At times, I couldn’t help but let this pending situation plague my mind. I didn’t feel I could warn Ellen of what may happen, and reveal the accounts of the other women. Part of me felt jealous and anxious about the nuns having the potential opportunity to “have at” her breasts and explore this uncharted territory, while I had been doing my best to remain a gentleman to her all along.

But another part of me wanted to be a voyeur to what was to happen, just as I imagined being to the episodes with the other women. Only even more so with Ellen. How I would have loved to have seen Sr. Mary Francis and/or Sr. Johanna remove Ellen’s top and run their hands all over her.

Dealing with this dichotomy was making my mind crazy. By not wanting to warn Ellen ahead of time, I felt like I had tied my own hands. And by not being able to be there to see what would happen, I felt like I would be blindfolded with my hands tied, rendering myself helpless to whatever would happen. It was like a pseudo cuckold feeling.

One of my favorite accounts that I overheard from the women was by Claudia. She was a bit on the extroverted side, based the way she conversed with other women. With things I had overheard, along with the way she’d sometimes be dressed, I surmised that she had a bit of a kinky side to her as well. She frequently seemed to wear those bullet bras that had been out of style for a while.

I’ll never forget the time I overheard her confessing to a few of the other women that after hearing stories others were telling her, that the whole idea turned her on, which led her to invite the nuns over to her place one afternoon. Sr. Mary Francis showed up alone, as Sr. Johanna had another obligation.

Claudia said she had led Sr. Mary Francis into her bedroom, proceeded to remove her pullover sweater, leaving her exposed in her white bullet bra. Sister giggled and couldn’t take her eyes off Claudia’s chest. Claudia went on to reveal that she leaned back against the counter, with her hands resting on it behind her as she arched her back a little. She said she asked Sister, “Would having my hands restrained behind me make you feel a little more comfortable to go ahead and explore them?” She said that a pair of handcuffs lay there on the counter, along with a key nearby for them.

Claudia related that at that point she gave Sister the invite, “Cuff me, Sister. And have at ’em!”

I escort muğla can remember my cock sprung up almost immediately once I overheard that. Then when Claudia described Sister caressing her breasts over her bullet bra as Sister was enjoying feeling the material as she stood handcuffed, the mental imagery in my mind had me so aroused. She went on further to even mention that Sister unhooked her bra and gently felt her breasts as she remained handcuffed. I couldn’t wait to get home and jerk off to the mental picture it gave me.

Then there was Paula Smither. I thought of her as “Paula the Pushover” because she seemed very quiet and seemed very vulnerable to following along with anyone encouraging her to do or go along with anything. She was about 50, wore sort of round glasses, had brunette hair with a few gray streaks that had a roundish shape to it that made her head seemed round, even though her face may have been a little on the long side. From the outline of the blouses and sweaters she wore, she appeared to have beautiful round breasts. I saw her in one photo standing next to Sr. Johanna who was leaning into Paula. I was left imagining whatever further physical contact the nuns may have made with them. It was a shame she was so quiet, because she never revealed any incidents about the nuns being at her house, and what may have happened. I figured with what I knew of them, and what I knew of her, they just had to have seen them or at least made contact with them at some point. It made me crazy not knowing, as if it had been a secret kept from me. I actually even thought about the prospect of “accidentally” make incidental contact with them myself, they were so nice. But I just didn’t have it in me to do it.

Chapter 3:

The stories I overheard really turned a perverted me on. I felt fortunate I was able to hear as many of them as I did, like “right place, right time”. I had always wished I was able to hear more, because “more wants more”.

There was Sue, who was about 40 or so, with round glasses and short red hair that was barely shoulder length. She had invited the nuns over for “afternoon sweeties”, as she was baking cookies and brownies. When they arrived, she invited them into her kitchen which was painted a bright shade of turquoise. The nuns remarked on it being a pretty color. I had been to her place on occasion, but not this occasion.

She told the nuns she didn’t want to spill anything on her blouse, as she was baking and working in the kitchen. So she went ahead and took it off in front of them, revealing a blue bra. Most of her wardrobe I would say was blue, and I would guess she believed it best complemented her hair.

Apparently she offered the nuns to join her in having a glass of wine. She went on to mention that it led things to get a little crazy. She then muffled her voice and spoke lower, as I struggled to make out what she was saying through the wall. It sounded like she lowered her bra for the nuns to take a peek and feel at her nipples, as best as I could make it out.

Then there was Mrs. Ferranti who, upon hearing that they thought the turquoise color of the kitchen was pretty, admitted to a few of the women that it inspired her to go out and get a turquoise outfit. She had started to show up at a few of the meetings at the school wearing a turquoise velvet sweater with an open zipper, showing a turquoise blouse underneath. I imagined her inviting the nuns to feel that velvet fabric over her nice voluptuous breasts, and imagined if the sweater ever came off, etc. I never did get to hear about her experiences in her turquoise outfit, assuming there were any.

Sue’s story reminded another woman, I never knew her name, of an incident that happened in the convent. It seemed one time some wine had splashed on this her dress, and Sr. Mary Francis offered to get the stain out and put it in the washing machine right away so that the dress wouldn’t be ruined. Since Sister had seemed so determined, the woman said she felt forced to strip it off, and remain in her full white slip in a small gathering room in the convent basement for about an hour. Before she had a chance to continue with what may have happened in the interim, Sr. Johanna had entered the room where the women had congregated, and nothing more was said. I really wanted to hear if Sister had taken advantage of the woman’s state of undress, or at least if she had made any comments.

There was an Italian lady with short gray hair, Mrs. Cataldo, who said she was posing nude with her daughter in the living room for a painting, when the nuns let themselves in one afternoon. I would say the short gray haired Mrs. Cataldo was about 60, and her daughter, Celeste, was about 30. Celeste had short dark hair and piercing blue eyes.

I had seen the painting after it was finished, but I forget where. I know that they wanted to offer the nuns one to hang in their convent, but for obvious reasons, the nuns had to decline. The portrait was of them standing side by side, fully nude. They stood about the same height. The daughter had her arm around the mom’s shoulder, while the mom had her arm around the daughter’s waist. Their breasts were on the small side. Mrs. Cataldo’s were a bit bigger and a little droopy, while Celeste’s were just flat. Definitely an A cup. Celeste also had a tattoo of a dragon around her navel.

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A Weekend I Will Never Forget Chapter 1It was 2003 and I was 40. At the time I was going out with a girl called Ann. Ann was a year older than me. She had two daughters. Katie And Claire who were twins,their 16th birthdays due on the 22nd of August.You would not have thought they were twins. Both had slim pert titted figures but Katie was a Redhead and Claire a Brunette. Both lovely and fuckable. Both about just over 5ft tall. Absolutely gorgeous.It all started on Saturday 9th August. It was about 4pm. I had been to the pub was laid on the settee at Anns’ house, I lived the other side of town, watching the TV with a can. I heard the front door open and then Katie walked into the living room.”Hi Sparky where’s Mum ?” “Still at work doesn’t finish till half past as you well you know” I replied. She giggled and said “Sparks ! I’ve got a question … Oh no never mind…ask it later ….off to my bedroom”.I shook my head “Girls” I thought and turned back to the TV.Five minutes later Katie returned in a short skirt and tight t-shirt looking absolutely gorgeous. “Sparky would you like to have sex with me please I do look sexy don’t I ?!” she asked looking innocent. She certainly did !”What Katie” I exploded ! “No leave please Katie …you’re too young AND I go out with your Mam !”.”Fuck you then !!!” she shouted and left slamming both doors behind her as she left the house.Ann arrived home with Katie 40 minutes later. To my surprise Ann said “Katie wants to know what sex is like and asked you to fuck her Steve yea” “Yes” I replied. “We will talk later” Ann said and wandered for a shower while Katie went to her room.30 minutes later, I was still watching the TV when Ann came back.What she said next left me absolutely gobsmacked ! Ann was very protective about her girls. I had given her no reason that I had thoughts in their direction. Nice to look at and definitely got me horny but ….. there are limits !!!Ann sat next to me looked me in the eye and started to talk.”Claire And Katie are showering now… but look Steve… I’ve no opposition cos I know you fancy them” she repeated from earlier “But not till their birthday Ok”. “What ! They are your daughters and they are very nice but …” I tried to reply ! “Shut it ok you can fuck them on their birthday ….be more like your birthday yea”I didnt know what to say. “We are going to pub later aren’t we and they can both come with us and maybe we will be able to discuss” Ann said.”OK” i said.I laid there thinking and wondering what Ann was thinking. “Letting me fuck her daughters in two weeks time” I thought. Weird and why. Still she was right it would be like my birthday too. Three birthdays !The girls had finished so I went for a shower.7pm we were all ready and went to our local.I went to the bar and returned with the drinks. I got a pint, two sodas for the girls and a bottle of wine for Ann. ” Drink half your Soda girls….. quickly !” Ann said to them. She then surreptitiously topped them up with wine and then filled hers. No CCTV then !I sat down opposite the three of them, separated thankfully !We were in a quiet corner.Ann then said “Right ! Ok Katie. You asked Sparky to fuck you and he refused yes ?”. Claires face was a picture. “Yes Mam, I did, but he said wouldn’t” replied Katie. Covering old ground.”Too right he wouldn’t you’re too young…now in a fortnight you are old enough okay ? It won’t be against the law then girls”.”What Mam on my birthday Sparky can fuck me ?” Katie asked. Claire interjected “What about me?” She obviously had no idea about what had gone on. “Both of you didim escort if that’s what you would like” Ann replied.I sat there nonplussed not believing what I was hearing but praying it would come true.The girls were ecstatic “Oh yes please Mam” They replied in unison. “That’s settled then” Ann replied “Now change of subject who sings this ” She asked referring to the record playing.”Spice Girls” I replied ” Mmm Baby Spice Yes” I added. Ann gave me one of her disdainful looks.The night passed happily and we went home to bed.”Why?” I asked as we laid together. “Because they want to ! You want to ! and i’d rather them with you first time than the lads I see them with”She put her hand on my cock and wanked me off to sleep.The two weeks passed by and soon it was the twins birthday. It was a Friday night when we wandered to the pub. The girls were sexily dressed as usual. Tight T-Shirts and micro skirts showing off their gorgeous bare tanned slim legs. They found seats and I went to the bar.Sheila, the barmaid, had allowed alcohol for the girls even though they were not legally of age to drink.”Its their birthday and don’t let Ann take it away from them”. Sheila winked and whispered “The girls have told me Sparky”.My face reddened. “Hey and Sparky you are a good fuck mate”.She winked and wandered to serve another customer. My subsiding blush returning ! We had had a few fucks in our past but remained good friends and I picked up the drinks with a wry smile. Sheila was a really good fuck ! Put on weight but hey never say never again !I took them over to the girls and hoped my blush had gone. I sat down and Ann whispered “I lent them both my vibrators last night” “What” “Just so they can get ready for the fun tonight” “Oh I dont think I’ll be going through with it Ann It will only end in tears”.”Dont be silly” Ann replied “You are their birthday present okay and you are going to do it ok !”.So we drank and drank, all of us getting more and more tipsy as the night progressed.Katie giggled and said ” Are we going home ? We want our present”.The ten minute walk home was fun. The girls linking my arms and all of us chatting merrily.We arrived home and Ann disappeared and returned with a bottle of Champagne.”Happy Birthday Girls !” she said rather loudly.We put on some records and sat talking and giggling for an hour or so then again Kate said “Mam it’s after Midnight ! My birthdays past ! I want my present please”.The room went quiet. Ann reached into her handbag and drew out two folded pieces of paper. She threw them onto the coffee table. “Pick one each”.Katie picked first. She unfolded and said “Mam it says Two” “And yours Claire” “One Mam”.”Go on then you’re first Claire ! Half an hour starting now. Check your watches now ok ! 30 minutes and then its Katie”.Ann looked at me and said “Go on Steve take Claire to bed. Time starts now !”Katie sat scowling as I led Claire up the stairs.We got into bed fully clothed. “What happens now” Claire said nervously “Its up to you hun. We can lay here quiet or have sex. I’m not going to pressurise you. Your choice Claire”.”I’ve not had sex Sparky will it hurt ?” She asked. “It might at first but you will like it I’m sure, and we’ve only 25 minutes left” I replied.She sat up and removed her top to reveal her firm small tits. I removed my top followed by my jeans as she discarded her skirt. Our underwear followed, my cock at full attention, and Claire put her arm around me.We kissed. “Be gentle” she whispered “its so big”.My hand moved to her lightly covered didim escort bayan dark haired pussy and I placed my mouth to her firm right breast taut nipple. I sucked and nibbled. She sighed.”Oh Sparky that’s lovely”. I slowly moved my head down between her slim teen thighs. “Oh my God ! Oh my God !!” she repeated. I licked and fingered her ever moistening pussy but time was moving on. “Are you ready” I asked. I could see she was still nervous but “Yes” she replied.My rock hard cock entered her gently and slowly and another little moan left her lips. “Oh Sparky It’s lovely”.I slowly started picking up the pace, quickening, then fucking her harder…Claire began clawing my back and swearing her love for me. Her legs were clasped tightly and interlocked about my back and as I was about to cum inside her when, suddenly, the bedroom door opened.Ann walked in. “Times up Ok !””No Mam No !!! I Want more please Mam !!” Claire pleaded …. but to no avail !Ann grabbed my arm and said “Stop Steve. Times up OK !”Claire sobbed and remained laid on the bed as I stood up. Ann gave me a look that wasn’t good !!! She then grabbed Claire by the arm and dragged her out of bed.”Ann what the fuck ! leave Claire alone ! This your doing ! Oh bollox ! Fuck it im going home !” I shouted.Ann stopped, released Claire and turned and gave a killing glare ! “Oh no you’re not !!! You still have Katie to fuck you bastard then you can fuck off forever !!!” she slurred back.I knew it would end in tears. Unfortunately I fancied Katie more than Claire and my willpower left me. 60 seconds later I was glad it had !Claire left the room with her Mam.A minute later Katie walked in dressed in her School uniform. I was still naked and my softened dick hardened immediately at the sight. Her hair in pigtails. A cute smile on her pretty face. I smiled at her then my eyes moved down her slim body. Blazer, White blouse with school tie, Grey pleated skirt, white knee length socks, and topped off by a lollipop jutting from the left hand side of her mouth, sucking it seductively.”Wow Katie you look sensational !””Mam said you like naughty Schoolgirls and I want to be very very naughty” She replied. “I want spanking and fucking hard Sparky just like you do to Mam.”(Ann liked being a naughty schoolgirl and I used to cane her to get her going) “She says it turns you on” Katie continued. “Well really it turns your Mam on and yea it is sexy Katie” I said.She flung herself across my naked thighs. “Spank me please” she said, turning her face towards me, with the lollipop still in her mouth. I lifted her skirt to reveal a pair of green knickers, I lightly hit her. “No ! harder spank me properly !” she ordered.I did as I was told. Each spank met with a “oh yes harder harder”. The lollipop sprung from her mouth and landed on the carpet. I pulled down her knickers and spanked her bare bum till her cheeks reddened then turned her over to see her wonderful ginger pussy.My tongue went straight for it. “Mmmmmm Sparky oh thats lovely” she moaned, as I also started to finger fuck her dripping wet cunt. Wetter than Claires ! “Yes Yes Yes Oh fuck !” She yelled.I stopped, raised myself and entered her. “Wow Sparky that’s big ! fuck me hard !”. I started and fucked with increasing intensity. “Yes Yes Yes Oh Fuck !” she cried out loudly.I turned her over and started fucking her doggy.Grabbing her pigtails I rode her hard. She loved it. “Spank me hard and fuck me harder !!” she squealed.I released a pigtail and started spanking her.”Harder Harder Harder escort didim Oh God !!! I Love this Sparky !!! You’re better than my DAD !!”. I nearly stopped at this revelation but I kept fucking and suddenly felt her cunt tighten. “Oh Fuck Im Coming !!!” she yelled again ! So was I ! I turned her over and pulled out and was wanking over her face when the door opened.Ann and Claire were stood watching when I exploded into Katies open mouth and also covering her face and hair.”What the fuck” said Ann with Claire looking on in amazement.Ann was not amused at what had happened.”Katie go and clean yourself up and then to bed immediately ! Bed Claire OK !” Ann said curtly.The girls left ! Ann was red faced !!”Trouble” I thought but instead she undressed, got into bed and laid facing away from me. ( I was pleased as I thought she may want a fuck too and I was knackered !)” What’s wrong?” I asked.” Leave it ! Im off to kip” she spat back.She switched off the bedside lamp and we both went to sleep.I awoke to find myself alone in bed. I then remembered Ann worked 11 till 5 on a Saturday.I looked at the clock and saw it was almost 10am. I headed to the bathroom for a quick wash but heard the shower running.I went downstairs to find it deserted so headed to the kitchen and made a coffee. I was laid on the settee watching the TV when Ann entered the room.She gave me a look I knew meant trouble !”What the fuck was that last night with Katie” ! She shouted. “Excuse me” I replied “I was giving her the virgin birthday fuck as you arranged” I spluttered back “Not like that !” she retorted.I was going to to mention that Katie had said she had been fucked by her Dad and therefore it was not exactly a virgin fuck, but thought better of it.”That was more like a porn movie…spank me hard, fuck me hard, Sparky, and then you cum all over her face and on her tongue ! you’re a perv ! Me and Claire heard it all and saw the climax !” she retorted.”What” I shouted back “And I bet Claire was disappointed I didn’t do same to her ..She gave that impression last night ! And anyway who told Katie that she was a naughty Schoolgirl and needed punishing ?””Who dressed her in her School uniform and did her hair in pigtails ? Who has a Schoolgirl uniform in her wardrobe and likes being caned Ann ? You that’s who ! Who is the perv ? There is nothing pervy if you both enjoy !”.She blushed and said ” But giving her a Facial ?””She loved it” I replied “You saw the pleasure on her face and you also saw Claires disappointment”. ” Just because you don’t like cum in your mouth doesn’t mean they don’t ! Ok in fact they are better fucks than you are !!! ” I retorted.A mistake I thought but her mood changed.”I’ve got to go to work” she said defensively “We will discuss this more later and don’t forget Christine’s coming later to celebrate the girls birthday again tonight”.I had forgot her sister was travelling up from York and said ” What time ?” “The train arrives about four so make sure your in”.I’d obviously hit a nerve as she was now being nice !”Are the girls in bed” I asked ” No they are out spending their birthday cash no doubt and don’t even go there” she said.”Don’t even go where” I asked.”The girls ! You have fucked them, that was the deal so no celebrations like that are happening tonight!”. She gave me a withering look as she left for work. Back to how it was !I went for a shower and I returned to the living room. I was bored home alone. “Time for a pint” I thought. I stood up picked up my jacket then suddenly the door opened and in walked Claire and Katie.”Hi Sparky” They said in unison, with carriers in their hands, and smiles on their faces. “Hi girls I’m off to pub” “Wouldn’t you rather stay with us ?” Katie asked and gave me a wink.”No I’m not allowed girls. I’m in the bad books with your Mam” I replied “Why” they asked. I didn’t reply and left for the pub. to be continued…..

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She did this for several minutes and then stopped, not wanting me to cum I guess. Dianne then slowly stroked me for a few minutes and then went right back to sucking me.She had been doing this for several minutes when I looked up and saw her Dad standing at the edge of the porch. He watched as Dianne sucked and bobbed my cock for several more minutes. He then turned and walked back towards the house. Within a minute of his leaving I felt my cock harden and started cumming in Dianne’s mouth. She held onto my cock with her lips and drained every last drop from my pulsing cock. After I finished, she kept sucking me just to be sure she got every last drop, which she did. About the time she raised up the porch light came on and we heard her Dad call her name. Dianne said “That was good timing don’t you think.” She kissed me and said good night and went into the house. I started the car and headed out. I was about 10 miles out batman escort of town when I saw a couple hitch hiking. I didn’t usually pick up hikers but I was in a really good mood after just receiving a great blowjob and decided to stop. This was a man and woman. They threw their stuff in the back and climbed in the front seat. She sat next to me. The first thing she said was that they were so happy that I was giving them a ride. I told them where I had to turn off and she said that was fine.A few minutes later I felt her hand on my leg and she was slowly moving it up to my zipper. I looked at her and she said “It’s Ok. This is how we thank people for rides.” Then he said “Just enjoy the blowjob. She’s really good at it.” She unzipped me, undid my belt and pulled my pants down to me knees, lowered her head and swallowed my soft cock whole. She sucked on my cock for a few minutes until it was completely hard. I glanced over at him and he hand pulled her dress up and was fingering her pussy. I reached over and flipped on the small map light so I could see more. It appeared that he had at least 3 fingers in her. After a few minutes I saw him shift. He had slipped his cock in her and was fucking her while she blew me.I had just cum from Dianne’s blowjob so I was good for at least 20 minutes of sucking or fucking. She sucked on me for several minutes and then stroked me for several more. While she was stroking me, I asked her if she wanted me to cum in her mouth. “Of course.” and she started sucking on me again, she swallowed my whole cock in one smooth movement and then licked my balls while my cock was buried in her throat. This seemed to have done the trick and I started to cum. My cock pulsed and pulsed and pulsed. I didn’t know I had that much cum left in my balls. She never missed a drop and when batman escort bayan my cock started softening she raise up and said “That was a lot of cum juice. When was the last time?” I replied “About an hour ago. My girlfriend gave me a blowjob just before I left.” “Did she swallow it all?” “Yea she did.”She sat up, looked at her boyfriend and then said “It’s his turn now.” I looked over and he had his very sizeable cock in his hand and was slowly stroking it. He had to be at least 8” or 9” long. She leaned over and took his cock in her mouth and started bobbing it. I was trying to watch and drive at the same time so I missed a lot of it. I saw a small rest area and pulled over. They both looked at me and I said, “I couldn’t watch you suck his cock and drive at the same time and I want to watch her drain your cock.” She leaned back over and started sucking him again. I watched for several minutes while she completely swallowed his whole cock and held it in her throat.I started rubbing her pussy from behind and she just moaned and pushed her ass towards me. I slipped one, then two and finally three fingers in her thoroughly soaked pussy. I was fingering her pretty hard and she was sucking that cock like it was the last one on earth. She must have started to cum because all of a sudden she raised up and threw her head back. She stayed that way for several seconds while I fingered her faster. When she finished, I removed my fingers and leaned over while she started sucking and stroking him again. She stopped sucking and asked, “You want to help” and grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his hard, wet cock. Now I had sucked and stroked a few cocks myself and do enjoy it. It had been a few years because the military didn’t want cock suckers in the service. So I hadn’t had a hard cock in my hand nor escort batman in my mouth for a long time. I just started stroking and enjoying the feel of his cock in my hand. I leaned forward so I could watch while she sucked and I stroked him. After a few more minutes she stopped and said “You want to try this?” “It wouldn’t be the first cock that’s been between my lips” and slowly swallowed about half of him. I started sucking and bobbing and after a few minutes I could get all but the last inch of his cock in my mouth and throat. He didn’t seem to mind that I could tell. I really enjoyed the feel of him in my mouth and within a few minutes I felt him tense and then the first spasm of his cock. It was followed by a very healthy spurt of cum. I held on to his cock and then felt another and another. I had to swallow and then felt another pulse. All together I swallowed three mouthfuls of his delicious cum juice. When he was completely soft, I released his cock and sat up. “You really enjoyed that didn’t you?” she asked. “I sucked my first cock a long time ago. I prefer eating and fucking pussy but I will always enjoy a good hard cock if I get the chance. Especially with a load like that.” After a few more minutes I started the car and headed down the road. My pants where still unfastened and lowered and I started shifting to pull them up. He reached over and grabbed my semi-hard cock and started stroking it. After a few minutes he lowered his head and swallowed me. I had already cum twice in and hour and really didn’t think I’d get hard. But he kept sucking on me and pretty soon I was hard again and he was swallowing my whole cock. He bobbed and stroke me for almost 30 minutes before I started to cum. He sucked me deep and hard and I sprayed a third load of cum in his mouth. He sucked on me until I was completely soft and raised up. “Nice tasting cum sweetheart.” “Yes, I know. That’s why I wanted you to try it.” About the time I finished pulling up my pants I saw the turn off. I have to go to the base, so I’ll have to let you off here. I pulled over and they thanked me for the ride and got out. What a nice ride to work that day.

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