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Everyone is over eighteen in case anyone did not know.

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Once again it’s football season and as usual I had all my friends over to watch the game on our satellite television. They did not come for just the games, they also enjoyed being around my mother. My mother looked good for her age, at thirty seven years old and all of my friends never failed to comment on it. At first I used to get upset over the comments, but once they learned not to get too lewd or anything I grew to accept it as compliments.

My parents are pretty opposite my dad as they grew older, dad is forty two, he met mom when he started work for the company he is at since he got out of college. Dad went on to rise up to production manager, with long hours, bad diet, he is starting to get a gut on him and he is starting to go bald. He said he never participated in sports in high school or college but he does enjoy watching them.

Mom on the other hand left her job after she became pregnant with me, she does not work out and the weight she put on when she was pregnant proportioned itself in the right places on her body. Mom is five foot six, her breasts benefited the most from when she was pregnant all those years ago, and she went from a thirty six b to a thirty eight double d. Her breast have just slight sag to them, the rest of the weight rounded her rear end nicely and make her legs look thick and muscular. Mom has blonde hair and also enjoys the games and when my friends come over to watch.

This Sunday my best friend Tommy and my other two buddies Kevin and Mark arrived at noon so we can watch the pre game shows. It started out like any other Sunday we took our usual seats in the living room to watch. We proved to my mother we could be careful and she was bringing in the snacks and sodas for us.

Dad was nursing a manhattans and not paying attention to the young men that had invaded his living room. Nor did he see the guy’s eye balling his beautiful wife, I had warned them many times not to let him catch them, for Dad is the jealous type. The way mom had dressed today did not help, dad would get jealous when other men would flirt with her and check her out, yet she encouraged her to buy her clothes online from websites and Victoria’s Secret.

Mom came back in the living room carrying a trey that she leaned down for each of us to take a soda and I had to grab the big bowl of chips off of it for her. She was wearing a purple velour pant suit that she had unzipped enough to reveal a little of her ample cleavage.

“Shannon could you get me another Manhattan?” Dad asked.

“Sure Bill, but take it easy.” She said.

When mom came back in she gave dad his drink and she also had a white wine for herself. She sat down in her chair and read her book as the show began, we were talking smack about players and the games. At halftime of the first set of games dad got up and made another manhattan and by the end of the first games he had another, mom was on her third glass of wine as well.

“Wow your parents are getting rather buzzed.” Tommy commented.

“Yeah dad does not usually drink so much; he is under a lot of stress at work.” I said making up an excuse for him.

Mom complained that it was too hot and got up to go upstairs and change; she stopped at the thermostat and turned the heat down a little. Dad took the moment of her leaving to turn and talk to us, his speech a little slurred.

“So what game are we watching next guys?” He asked.

“We are going to watch the Panthers against the Cardinals next.” I said.

“The Panthers suck, the Cardinals should steam roll them.” Dad laughed.

“Care to make a wager on that Mister Reynolds?” Tommy asked.

“I can’t take money from a kid, it would not be right.” Dad snorted.

“Sounds like you’re scared to lose.” Tommy egged him on.

“Well Tommy, this spring I was going to have Shawn paint the garage, if you lose you will have to help him and you will also paint the house as well.” Dad said sure that the Cardinals would win.

“And if I win?” Tommy asked him.

“I’ll give you five hundred dollars.” Dad said smugly.

“I rather have something else.” He said to my dad surprising every one in the room.

“Oh what is that Tommy?” Dad asked.

“I want four dates with your wife.” Tommy said looking my drunken father right in the eye.

“Tommy are you fucking nuts.” Mark said swearing in front of my dad.

“Why you arrogant little bastard, sit there all smug and shit, I tell you what.” Dad said getting up. “I see you little bastards eye balling my wife when you come over and I’m so sure of this game I will up the ante, if you win you can have four dates with my wife, if I win not only will you help Shawn paint the house and the garage, but you can never come over to watch football in this house again.”

We all sat in silent shock at what had just happened, I could see betting for one date, but why did Tommy want four of them, did he really think if mom would let this maltepe escort happen that he had some kind of shot with her. Mom came back in the room wearing a crewneck tee shirt and a denim skirt. Dad came in with a fresh drink for him and a new glass of wine for her.

We watched the game in silence and it started off great for Tommy as the Panthers got on the board first. Then the Cardinals came back to tie and Dad laughed in his chair mumbling something about how Warner was just getting started.

Nothing else happened in the first quarter and it was seven to seven, then in the second quarter the Panthers ran another one in for a touchdown, later in the quarter they hit a fifty yard touchdown pass and then picked on off for a touchdown. The Panthers were up at the half twenty eight to seven.

In the third quarter the Cardinals managed to get another touchdown which made dad cheer and surprised mom to see him getting into the game and now the lead was only two touchdowns. With the Cardinals offense they could make that up pretty quickly and still win. Well Warner and the Cardinals had a terrible game and could not score again in the third quarter and neither could the Cardinals.

In the fourth quarter the Panthers finally scored again with a field goal, the Cardinals added a touchdown and Dad was now on the edge of his seat the Panthers added another field goal. The Cardinals usual high powered offense gave up five interceptions this day and a couple of fumbles for a final score of thirty four to twenty one.

“Well we better get going, right guys.” Tommy said to my other two friends.

“Yeah that probably is a good idea.” Mark added. “Sorry Mister Reynolds, thank you for your hospitality Mrs. Reynolds.”

“Any time guys see you next Sunday.” She said.

“I’ll give you a call sometime Shannon.” Tommy said leaving the living room.

“Whatever did he mean by that?” My mother asked me.

“I really don’t know, maybe you better ask dad.” I said walking my friends out.

“Bill what is going on?” Mom asked.

“I’m sorry Shannon, you warned me not to drink so much and you know what happens when I drink so much, I get stupid.” He said sullenly.

“Bill what did you do?” She asked as you could hear the irritation in her voice.

“I made a stupid bet, a really stupid bet and I lost.” He said not once looking at my mother.

“And what did you bet?” She asked.

“I was going to have Tommy paint the house and garage with Shawn this spring and I offered him a bet of five hundred dollars, which he would not take.” Dad explained.

“So what did you bet Bill?” My mother asked in a louder tone.

“I see how that smug little bastard looks at you when he comes over, so he bet me that if he won he gets four dates with you.” Dad said finally.

“Four dates, why four dates and why did you agree Bill, you don’t know enough about football to bet on it.” She said angrily.

“I’m sorry I will call him tomorrow and offer him more money instead.” Dad said thinking that would get him out of it.

“No Bill we can’t afford it, Shawn what in the hell is going on around here?” She asked me as I tried to sneak upstairs.

“Sorry Mom, dad was drunk and made a stupid bet.” I said hoping that would get me off the hook.

“Why did Tommy bet a date with me, no correction why did he want four dates with me?” She asked me.

“Well mom, Tommy like a lot of my other friends think you are pretty hot and Tommy out of all of my friends has the most experience with the opposite sex. He thinks he will only need a couple of dates to score with you and if he doesn’t he said he still gets to date the hottest woman in town.” I explained.

“Well it serves the two you right, you Bill Reynolds for being drunk and stupid and you Shawn Reynolds for not stopping your father or your so called best friend. To teach both of you a lesson I’m going through with the bet.” My mother said and stormed up to the bedroom.

We both could hear her slam the door and open it again and throw dad’s pillow and a blanket downstairs. He was now sentenced to the couch, I went out to the kitchen and made us some sandwiches, and we ate in silence as dad looked as if he was going to cry.

I tried several times during the following week at school to try and talk Tommy out of dating my mother. He told me he was surprised she was going to go through with it and he was going to make the best of it. I felt as defeated as my father when I got home from school to find my mother talking to him on the phone.

“Okay, so you are picking me up at six thirty and then we are driving out of town to eat dinner and see a movie.” Mom said.

“Yeah I think it is a good idea we go out of town too Tommy, don’t need anyone we know seeing us out.” Mom said. “Pick me up around the block, I don’t need the neighbors seeing either, okay see you later, bye.”

“You and your dad will have to fend for yourselves tonight; I have maltepe escort bayan my first date with Tommy.” My mother said.

“I can’t believe you are going through with this.” I said in disbelief.

“You guys are getting what you deserved, what are you like your father and don’t trust me?” She asked.

“No I don’t trust him.” I muttered.

“Well I got to go get ready for my date.” My mom said leaving the kitchen.

The word stung me to hear, I could hear the shower turn on and my mother was now getting ready. Dad got home and he wanted to talk to me rather than face my mother.

“Shawn, I want you take my car after they leave and follow them, spy on them for me, call me on your cell phone and let me know what is happening.” He said.

“Sure dad, do you want me to kick his ass if he tries anything?” I said knowing I could not kick his ass.

“No, just watch them.” He said as my mother came into the kitchen all made up and dressed sexily.

Mom came down into the kitchen with her black leather dress coat draped over arm and she was wearing a stunning dress. It was black with a zipper down the middle; it was cut few inches above the knee. Mom was wearing a pair of black leather boots that went up to just below the knee and they had a five inch heel. Mom looked sexy has all hell with her bare shoulders and her breasts crunched up inside the tight fitting dress.

“Well how do I look?” She asked.

“You look great mom” I replied while dad sat silent.

“Well this should be torture for you guys and for Tommy, these four dates will give him an awful case of blue balls when he can’t get anywhere with me.” She said putting on her coat and left the house to go to her date.

I waited a few minutes and left the house, I got behind Tommy’s car as they drove about fifteen miles away. They went into a charming little Italian restaurant to eat, Tommy was really laying on the charm on my mother pulling out her chair and asking the waiter to light the candle on the table.

My mother ordered wine and the two of them sat and talked, then they shared some breadsticks with Tommy teasingly feeding my mother. He held her hands above the table gently stroking them. My mother and Tommy had dinner and left the restaurant to go to the movie theater, as Tommy escorted her out he had a hand on the small of her back as he opened the car door for her.

They drove to the theatre and bought tickets for a romantic comedy that was playing; they bought sodas and one tub of popcorn. I got a ticket for the same movie, a popcorn and a soda waited in the hallway waiting for the theatre to become dark, I went in and sat in the back row where I could see them.

Tommy was the perfect gentlemen still, he held the popcorn until around halfway through the movie it was gone. Tommy set the empty tub on the floor and repositioned himself so that was more comfortable. He cautiously put his arm around the back of my mother’s chair and placed his hand on her bare shoulder. She did not do anything to stop his advance and he left it there for a few minutes.

Tommy made his first move letting his hand drift down the front of her shoulder to an area that could be called her chest. Still undeterred he gently reached for the zipper and tugged it down a couple of inches, my mother finally stopped him and moved his hand back up, but she did not zip it back up either.

The movie was three quarters of the way over and Tommy let his hand drift again off of her shoulder. This time you could see him reach into the front of her dress and he was fondling her breast with soft gentle touches. Mom let him get a few feels and then once again she pulled his hand out and told him to behave. I text dad with what I saw and Tommy behaved himself the rest of the movie.

I left a moment before the credits to avoid getting caught and waited in the car for them to come out. Mom had her coat back on and once again he had his hand on the small of her back as he opened her car door for her. I followed them home or to where she had parked down the street out of sight of the neighbors.

Tommy parked his car and got out; he ran around to the other side of the car and opened my mother’s door. He stared down at her thick shapely thigh as she got out of the car and he closed the door and then took her by both hands. I rolled my window down so I could try to hear what they were saying.

“Tommy you surprised me with what a gentlemen you were tonight and you only got fresh once.” She laughed as she said the last part.

“Sorry about that, I had to try you looked so hot in that dress tonight.” He said.

“Well I have a reputation to up hold as the hottest mom.” She said.

“Shannon……” The rest of what he said was not loud enough for me to hear.

“I guess a good night kiss a reward for good behavior is okay.” She said.

Oh no mom don’t kiss him, I over heard a few girls around school say that Tommy had magic lips escort maltepe and was the best kisser in school. One girl even claimed that as soon as his lips would touch you she would melt. Tommy let go of my mothers hand and put them around her waist pulling her closer to him and mom put her around his neck. Tommy leaned in and gave her a kiss on the mouth.

Mom seemed like at first that she would not get into it, but after a minute or two she seemed to relax, pull him closer and open her mouth slightly as the kiss got more passionate. Now the two of them were making out, Tommy’s hands boldly ran down to my mothers round ass squeezing and rubbing it.

Tommy was a smooth worker he left on hand on her ass and moved the other one around to the front. He reached up and unzipped her coat and then he pushed up against his car as they continued kissing. He then unzipped her dress half way and reached up to play with one of her breasts. Mom did not have a bra on and he kneaded the bare breast gently.

Mom seemed to be enjoying this and did nothing to stop him, then I could see him stop playing with her breast and reach down the front of her dress. He then reached between her legs and mom helped by parting them a little. Tommy had her dress hiked up and I could see mom had a tiny black lace thong on that barely cover her pussy. Tommy moved the fabric aside and was now rubbing her pussy.

This went on for a few minutes and I could hear soft moans emanating from my mother as he played with her pussy. Finally my mother broke the kiss, and looked at Tommy for a moment while he played with her.

“Oh that feels so good tiger but that is as far as you go.” She reached down and moved his hand from her pussy.

Tommy did not protest or anything which was a surprise, he waited patiently for my mother to fix her dress and coat. Then he gave a quick kiss and walks her to her car and opens the door for her.

“I’ll call you sometime Shannon.” He said as she started her car and drove home.

I waited for Tommy to leave and then I went home too, when I went in mom was already up to bed. Dad sat in his chair wanting to know the rest of the details; I did not have the heart to tell him the rest of what I saw so I just told him that they just talked before she came home.

The date happened on Friday night, Saturday we did not hear anything from Tommy and my mother did not talk about the date, she only did her normal routine. The football games were on Sunday yet I, mom and dad watched the games alone. Around six o clock the phone rang and it was Tommy wanting to talk to my mother.

At first she talked to him for about fifteen minutes laughing and joking with him and telling him the date they went on was fun. Then she got up and went out to the kitchen with the phone still talking to him.

“Tuesday night, hmm let me check the calendar.” Mom said. “So your mom and dad are out of town and you want me to come over to watch a movie with you for date number two, okay but you better behave yourself.”

“Well Bill I have date number two on Tuesday night, you don’t have to wait up for me, and it’s a work night.” Mom said still punishing dad.

School on Monday and Tuesday I avoided Tommy every chance I got, when I got home other than the usual how was your days we did not talk much or mention the upcoming date.

When I got home from school my mother was wearing a snug fitting tee shirt and a tight pair of jeans. She put a casserole in the oven and announced that she was going to be leaving for her date soon.

Mom left me alone in the kitchen to go up to her room and about an hour later after a shower and changing her clothes she was back down in the kitchen in time for my father’s arrival from work. She changed from her normal everyday clothes to something a little sexier. She was wearing a very tight cotton ribbed sweater that was sleeveless, her large breasts seemed larger than usual and her nipples were protruding against the fabric indicating she did not have a bra on. Her jeans were very tight and she wore a black belt with a large silver buckle.

“Going somewhere Shannon?” Dad asked.

“Yes I have date number two of your bet Bill as if you did not remember; there is a casserole in the oven about ready to come out. Shawn will you get my jacket for me?” She asked.

“Sure mom.” I said.

After I gave her the jacket she went out the back door and got into her car and left, my dad looked at me defeated. He opened up the oven and took out the casserole with the pot holders that were on the counter and set it there.

“Do you think you can spy on them again?” He asked not looking at me.

“Yeah, I can try and look in the windows, they have a lot of bushes in front of the house or I know where they hide the backdoor key and I could try to sneak in.” I said to him.

“Which ever one you think is best, just don’t get caught.” He said and then he pulled out his wallet. “Here’s twenty bucks, why don’t you grab something to eat on the way home so you don’t go hungry.”

“Thanks dad.” I said taking the money and leaving.

I drove over to Tommy’s house and saw my mother’s car sitting out front; I got out of my car and discreetly walked up to the house. Making sure I was not noticed I slipped into the bushes and looked into the front windows of the living room.

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July 4, 2016

“So much for your last-ever shift in the ER being a quiet one, Dr. Vincent. We’ve got an ambulance inbound.”

The EMTs wheeled the gurney in and Dr. Jaclyn Vincent met them at the door. “Okay, what have we got?”

“White male, mid-to-late 20s, head trauma, possible thoracic trauma and internal bleeding, BP is 100 over 70.”

“Cause?” the trauma surgeon asked as she saw the helmet and flak jacket. The helmet was virtually crushed in on one side. What told her who he was or at least where he’d been was everything else he was wearing. Jeans, chaps, boots, and spurs. She was pretty sure she knew the cause because she’d seen it twice before but still had to ask.

“Bull rider out in Mesquite. Got tangled up in the rope and ended up getting dragged around, stomped on and just as they got him untangled, he took a vicious kick to the head.”

“Okay. Type and cross. I need x-rays head and chest. Let’s move, people!”

As she turned around she almost ran into a girl who looked to be nine or ten.

“Is my daddy going to be okay?” she asked her face twisted with worry.

“Is that your father? The bull rider?”

“He’s not a bull rider. Not really anyway. He used to be but now he’s a chef at a restaurant. He was just doing this so he could quit drinking because my mom left and… Is he going to be okay?” she asked again, her hands shaking and tears streaming down her face.

“Let’s hope so, sweetheart. Can you answer a few questions for me?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice shaky with fear.

The doctor asked her for as much information as the child could provide when an older gentleman walked up beside her. “I’m her grandfather. Sorry, I was parking the car and she just ran inside when I stopped to see where they took my son. What can I do to help?”

Several hours later the doctor came back and asked them both to sit down.

“Okay, your father—and your son—is in serious but stable condition.”

“What does that mean?” the girl asked.

“Just let the doctor talk, okay, honey?” her grandfather said.

“The blows to his abdomen ruptured his spleen and broke three ribs. There was a lot of internal bleeding, but we found the source, removed the spleen, and stopped it. The real concern is cranial.” She looked at the girl and said, “His head. He suffered a massive blow that not only crushed the helmet, but caused a serious concussion and some swelling. These kinds of things can go either way and the next 24 hours are crucial. He’s resting comfortably, breathing on his own, and he’s not in any immediate life-threatening danger. At this point, that’s all I can tell you.”

“Thank you, doctor,” the older man said.

“It’s all her fault!” the girl said. “It’s all her fault, Grandpa and I hate her!” The girl began crying and collapsed into her grandfather’s arms.

“Audrey, she’s still your mother. Please don’t talk like that.”

“I don’t care! If she hadn’t left, Daddy wouldn’t have started drinking and he wouldn’t have gone back to…this!”

Seeing there was nothing left to say or do, the doctor excused herself and walked away. Jaclyn Vincent’s last day at Parkland Hospital in Dallas, Texas was tomorrow, and this was her last shift in the ER. She was calling it quits after five years as a surgeon, six years of surgical residency, medical school, and undergraduate studies. She’d go home at some point, get some sleep, then come back and clear out her desk and fill out some final paperwork and that would be that. The bull rider injuries were serious but nowhere near the horrors she’d seen during her years as a surgeon pulling shifts or being on call for the ER.

When she came back the following day, she started checking on her patients by force of habit. “Shouldn’t you be clearing out your desk?” she heard Doctor Clifford Evans, the chief of surgery ask.

“I know, I know. I just want to check on our beat-up cowboy before I do,” she said politely.

When she walked into his room she was very surprised to see him not only conscious but alert. “Well, good morning, Cowboy!” she said pleasantly. “I didn’t expect to be able to talk to you yet. You took quite a beating.”

“Yeah, I don’t remember much after getting tangled up in the rope. I guess my spur got twisted up in it or something. Audrey, my daughter here, was telling me what happened and what you told her. Thank you, Doctor…” His eyes weren’t focusing well enough to read yet so she helped him out.

“Vincent,” she said supplying the needed information. “You can call me Jaclyn, if you like. Today is my last day.”

“Oh, okay. New hospital? Private practice?”

“No, neither,” she told him politely. “Let’s take a look at you and see how you’re doing. Are you in any pain?”

“No. Whatever’s in that IV line is working like a charm.”

“It’s morphine. You cracked several ribs and came very close to having your left lung punctured. We had to remove your spleen, but if you’ve got a lose an organ, the spleen’s your best choice.” She shined a light kadıköy escort in his eyes and said, “Any headache, double vision, blurriness?”

“I couldn’t read your name tag, but I can see well enough to know you’re a beautiful woman,” he said with a smile.

Jaclyn laughed. “That’s the morphine talking, but thank you.”

“You are very pretty,” Audrey said.

“Well thank you, young lady. You’re a very pretty girl yourself.”

“Just like her mother,” he said.

“Don’t talk about her, Daddy,” she said angrily. “I hate her and this is all her fault!”

“Odd?” he said using her nickname to address her, “I’m sure the pretty doctor has no interest in our family business.”

“Normally I’d agree,” she said. “But since I have nowhere to go or nothing to do other than fill out some paperwork, I don’t mind listening—if you want or maybe even need to talk.”

She’d noticed the night before once they got his crushed-in helmet off, the cowboy named…she flipped through his chart and found it…Davis Martin, was a good-looking guy. Today she could see he was downright handsome. But the chart also told her he was just 28-years old and Jaclyn had never dated anyone more than a year or two younger than herself and had no interest in dating this total stranger, handsome or not. It was none of her business, but she couldn’t help but notice that his daughter was somewhere around ten so by doing the math…

“It’s not a very interesting story, Doc,” he said. “But if it’ll keep your pretty face around a while longer…”

She smiled at him as his daughter spoke. “I hate my mom.”

“Honey, come on. Don’t be like that, okay?” he father said weakly.

“I do!” She looked at Dr. Vincent and said, “She was sneaking around behind my dad’s back with some guy from New York and right after Christmas she just left.” The girl’s eyes teared up again as she spoke and Jaclyn could she the anger in her face. “She came downstairs with two suitcases and told me she loved me—no matter what—but she couldn’t stay with us any longer. Then she got in his car and left. And now…I hate her. I’m sorry, Daddy, but I do.”

“Odd, Mom said she couldn’t stay with ME any longer. Not you, honey. She doesn’t hate you.”

“No? Well what’s the difference if she does or doesn’t hate me? She moved to New York with this guy, she never calls, and…” The girl was crying again as she blurted out, “She broke your heart and mine and I…I hate her!”

Jaclyn’s heart was breaking as she listened. She got up and pushed her chair next to the girl and sat beside her. Without speaking, she put her arms around her and pulled her head to her chest as the girl cried openly.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” she told her. “But this isn’t your fault. You know that, right?”

The girl nodded as she sobbed. “I know that doesn’t fix anything and it may not even make you feel any better, but you didn’t do anything wrong.” She lifted her head up with both hands and held her cheeks. “Okay?”

Audrey nodded again and tried to say, “Okay.”

Dr. Vincent pulled some tissue from her pocket and dabbed her tears. She stood up and said, “Well, I’m afraid this is it. It looks like you’re well on your way to recovery. I’ll upgrade your condition from ‘serious’ to ‘good’ as my last official act.” She turned to Audrey and said, “I’m really sorry, honey. I wish there was something I could do, but there are a lot of things doctors still can’t fix and broken hearts is one of those things.”

“Mr. Martin? Take care of yourself, and for the sake of your daughter and your own life, please consider giving up bull riding, okay?” She smiled and turned to leave.

“Doc? Hold on, okay? Hey, Odd. Grab my wallet out of my jeans over there, okay?”

His daughter did so and handed it to him. He opened it, dug around then said, “Hand that to the pretty doctor for me, okay?”

“What’s this?” Jaclyn asked as Audrey handed it to her.

“It’s my business card. I’m a chef at a restaurant here in town and I’d like to make dinner for you sometime—on the house. It’s my way of thanking you.” He smiled and knew it was mostly the morphine talking but still said, “And well…I’m kinda sweet on you, Doc.”

Jaclyn couldn’t help but laugh. She knew from Audrey that her father was an accomplished chef so that term wasn’t something she expected from him even though he had ridden a bull at a rodeo the night before. Maybe he wasn’t as sophisticated as she’d initially thought.

Davis kept talking. “If you’re available…and interested…I’d be happy to sit and have dinner with you—unless you prefer eating alone.”

Audrey was trying to smile as she said, “Please, Dr. Vincent? Please come to our restaurant and have dinner. My dad is an amazing cook. He’s a chef.”

“Yes, so I’ve heard,” she said with a smile. She looked at the name and address and realized she’d eaten there before. “The French Room. This is one of the nicer places in Dallas. Do you own it?” she asked.

“No, escort kadıköy ma’am,” he said. “But that’s my goal one day.”

“Okay, I may just take you up on your very kind offer. I’ll call ahead and let you know I’m coming, but not until you’ve had some time to recover. I certainly wouldn’t pass up an opportunity like this.”

“Opportunity?” Martin asked not quite sure what that meant.

She smiled at him and said, “Just a part of my new approach to life, Mr. Martin.”

“Oh, okay,” he replied smiling back at her. “And please call me Davis.”

“Right! The man with two first-last names. Okay, Davis it is. I’ll look forward to our dinner.”

“Me too…Jaclyn. And good luck with whatever lies ahead.”

“Thank you,” she said.

Audrey stood up and came over to give her a hug. “Thank you for taking care of my daddy.”

“My pleasure, sweetheart. Now you take care of him, okay?” she said with a smile.

“I will,” she promised.

“Bye, Doc!” Martin said as she waved goodbye to him and his daughter.

As she was leaving, she saw Davis’s father on his way in carrying a trophy and some other shiny thing. “Don’t leave now, Doc!” Pete said.

“Oh, no way. At least not just yet,” she said turning around. “I’ve gotta see this.”

“Hey there, Cowboy,” he said to his son. “Sweet pea,” he said to Audrey.

“What’s that all about, Dad?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No, I don’t remember much of anything,” he said looking at the trophy.

“Well, does the number 8 mean anything to you?”

“I rode Swashbuckler for 8 seconds?” Davis asked with disbelief.

“Uh-huh. You sure did. And this is the first-place trophy. He set it on a chair next to Davis then showed him the buckle.

“Now that’s nice,” Davis said admiring the gaudy-looking thing.

Jaclyn leaned over and whispered to Audrey, “That is one ugly belt buckle.” Audrey giggled and told her she agreed.

“Hey, I heard that!” Davis said. “This is a thing of beauty.” He took it from his dad and tried to hold it up but pain shot through the morphine like a knife. “Maybe you better set that down, too, Dad.”

“And this is for you too, Hotrod.” His father handed him an envelope with something inside.

“How much?” Davis asked.

“Open it up.”

“My eyes aren’t focusing so well. Can you maybe help me out?”

He pulled the check out and said, the words getting louder toward the end, “Fifty-seven thousand dollars!”

“That’s amazing, Davis,” Jaclyn said. “Congratulations!”

“Hey, I can even afford to take you to a movie after dinner now,” he said trying to smile.

“You just get better. We’ll talk about a movie after we have that dinner.” She said goodbye again and this time made it out all the way out.

“I really like her, Daddy,” Audrey said. “She’s nice. And she’s really pretty.”

“Yes, she is, honey. I like her, too. And she’s…beautiful.”

After clearing out her desk, Jaclyn dropped off the required paperwork with HR the stopped in to see Cliff on the way out. As he invited her in she recalled the conversation she’d had with him almost exactly one month ago.

June 6, 2016

“No, I don’t understand. Jaclyn, you’re one of the best surgeons I’ve ever met. Hell, you could take my place as chief of surgery in a few more years when I retire. This makes…”

“You’ll never retire, Cliff. We both know that. You were born to be a surgeon and you’ll probably die still practicing. You’re not only the best I know, you love this. It’s in your blood. It’s who you are.”

“True, but this isn’t about me, Jaclyn. Think about the time you’ve invested and the experience you have. There are so few surgeons in the country and losing someone as good as you hurts everyone. Like me, you went through a six-year surgical residency after medical school and you’ve been here at Parkland for the last five years. Help me make sense of this, please!”

Jaclyn Vincent had just turned 38 and everything Clifford Evans, Parkland’s chief of surgery, had just said was true. Medicine, and more specifically surgery, had been her entire life since she graduated from college, and until recently, she’d loved almost every minute of it.

There was just something so exhilarating about excising a tumor or repairing a gunshot wound or finding the source of internal bleeding then putting all of the damaged tissue back together again. The incredibly long hours, the unbelievably challenging demands of her chosen speciality, the need to be available at all times—none of that ever bothered her. It came with the territory and she’d been happy to carry the load.

But just over a year ago, things gradually began to change. She couldn’t point to any one specific thing. It was rather a series of events or possibly missed events—or both—that had caused her to question the viability of her choices. Cliff was right. She was that good. She knew it and so did everyone who worked with her. And yet she had to face kadıköy escort bayan the truth. The words to a BB King song had played over and over in her head day in and day out for weeks: The thrill is gone.

Rather than see every procedure as an exciting life-or-death challenge, she now approached them like a well-programmed machine that knew exactly what to do and how to do it which is precisely what she did. And she still did it very, very well. But what had once been the only love of her life now felt like an ever-present weight; the proverbial albatross around her neck. Not only was the thrill gone, the thing that bothered her most was the inescapable feeling that life, and all of the things that made it worth living, were passing her by. For her, life was now little more than an endless grind of cutting tissue spent within the confines of the hospital made famous when President Kennedy was assassinated and brought there in order to try and save his life.

Jaclyn was grateful to Cliff who’d hired her and always supported her. She loved the other surgeons on staff as well as the many wonderful nurses, aides, and administrators who made Parkland hum. But like the people whose lives she routinely saved, she had one and only one of her own, and it now felt…hollow. She was 38, single, had no children, and no one to love; nothing but her life as a surgeon and that wasn’t enough anymore. When she was honest with herself she was forced to admit that what that really meant was she had no one to love her. She was also forced to admit that the profession that once met her every need now left her empty and unfulfilled.

She’d told herself a year ago she’d find a way to work through this…phase she was obviously going through and kept telling herself ‘this too, shall pass.’ From the time she first became truly aware of it as something more than a fleeting mood, she told herself she’d spend the next year finding some way to deal with it or overcome it or… She couldn’t even say the words to the third alternative, but it not only hadn’t passed, it had gotten worse. And now, after a full twelve months of initially not enjoying her work to almost hating it, she’d finally said them out loud.

“I’m resigning, Cliff.”

He’d offered her a month off and then a year sabbatical to teach surgery. When she told him ‘no’ to both offers, he asked her to consider going back into residency to try another specialty. This older, surgeon/doctor-for-life simply could not understand how anyone with her background and training could just throw it all away.

“Jaclyn, we’re in a very dynamic, ever-changing field. If you take several years trying to ‘find yourself’ or whatever it is you’re doing, it’ll be extremely difficult if not impossible to come back. Have you really thought this through?”

She had. Over and over, day in and day out for the entire year with the last three months consuming her. Financially, she could likely retire and never work again were she even reasonably careful. As a surgeon, she’d made just over $350,000 her first year and paid off all her student loans, put 20% down on a new home, and paid cash for a new car. The second year she made just over $400,000 and paid off the mortgage and furnished the house with the nicest things she could find. The next two years she’d earned closer to $500,000 and virtually all of it had gone into investments which were doing modestly well. When it was all said and done, she’d put away close to a million dollars, owned a very nice home in an upscale Dallas suburb, and drove a brand new Acura MDX which she also owned outright, as well. Money wasn’t a concern.

Besides, what good was any of that when she came home to an empty house night after night? How much money was enough when money was all she had? Yes, she had the respect of her colleagues, and she even occasionally had a patient come back and thank her for saving his or her life, but there wasn’t one single thing she could hold at night to make the deep and endless loneliness go away.

Whatever it was she might be giving up, she knew she at least had to try. It wasn’t just her biological clock ticking in her head so loudly it drove her crazy, it was laying in bed alone on the finest sheets money could buy in a beautiful home with trey ceilings, wainscoting, crown molding, hardwood floors in every room along with marble and granite and stainless steel. She had pretty much everything money could buy, but she didn’t have love, and night after night she ached to be held. She dreamed of waking up next a man whose love was true; someone who’d love her more than life itself and whom she could love that way in return. The thought of a child coming in to crawl in bed with them because he or she had had a bad dream or just to tell her, “I’m thirsty, Mommy,” filled her with warmth and happiness. Surgery did not.

Cliff even offered to let her cut back on her hours which she knew would allow her the time she’d need to try and find someone. The bigger problem was that work itself left her cold and alone so even if she…God forbid…never found someone, life as a surgeon no longer held any interest for her. She didn’t expect Cliff to understand, so she didn’t really even try to explain her motivations.

“Is there anything—anything at all I can offer you to get you to change your mind, Jaclyn?” he asked as she stood up to leave.

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“I’m proud of you, son.”

Chance Petersen had never heard those words from his father before in all the 26 years he’d been alive. It wasn’t that there weren’t opportunities to say them, his father had just never felt that anything his son had done was good enough to merit his doing so.

But now that he was extremely ill, his entire outlook had changed. Wayne Petersen was a successful doctor who knew he was dying, and he also knew he’d been unduly hard on his son from the time he was a little boy. Even worse, he knew he’d been that way for no good reason as his son was a happy, pleasant child who’d always been eager to please his dad until he finally realized nothing would ever do that. Nothing he did was ever done right. Nothing was ever good enough. Praise was extremely rare and always came with some kind of caveat. And pride was a term he never used.

When Chance’s Little League team took first place after he pitched the winning game, his father had glibly said, “Not bad.” After he graduated from high school as a member of the American Honor Society all he heard was, “You’ll have a tough time becoming a doctor with a GPA lower than 3.8.”

Chance’s had been 3.72. Obviously, that wasn’t good enough.

A month after graduating and working at a fast food restaurant while still living at home, the constant criticism became too much to take, and Chance found himself driving by a military recruiting center he’d passed a hundred times but never noticed before. On a whim, he walked inside, and when he did, he became every recruiter’s dream. A ‘walk-in’ eager to enlist.

This particular station had no Army recruiter for whatever reason, so Chance’s opportunities were limited to the three other services. The Marine’s uniforms looked sharp, but he’d stories about the Marine Corps and wanted no part of either it’s Full Metal Jacket kind of boot camp or fighting wars at the so-called ‘tip of the spear’. The Air Force seemed like civilians in uniform, and that left just one choice. The U.S. Navy.

Chance spent a few minutes talking to a chief petty officer who not only impressed him, but sold him on the Navy in short order. The following week he was taking a physical exam and a series of aptitude tests. Two months after that he found himself in San Diego, California going through Navy boot camp.

He’d only told his mother he was leaving two days prior, and she’d cried the entire time, but true to her word, she didn’t tell his father. When he found out, he dismissed his son’s choice as yet one more misguided step in the wrong direction.

Chance knew he didn’t have a specific job guaranteed after boot camp as he’d enlisted as ‘an undesignated seaman.’ His recruiter had told him his scores were high enough that he could get pretty much any job he wanted with a very quick mention of something about ‘the needs of the Navy’ that Chance didn’t catch or understand.

“When you get to boot camp just let them know what you’d like to do and you should have no problem getting it,” the recruiter told him being careful not to make any kind of actual promise.

So when he got close to graduating from boot camp, Chance was more than a little surprised to learn he’d be attending what was called ‘A school’ at San Antonio, Texas. He’d been given orders to attend Corpsman School which was actually located at nearby Fort Sam Houston which was a part of Joint Base San Antonio, with San Antonio being the location for Air Force enlisted basic training.

Chance also didn’t realize before going to boot camp, he’d have to extend his enlistment to five years rather than four to become a corpsman, but the thought of getting to work in the medical field sounded interesting and he’d gladly done so.

When he called home to tell his parents about his next assignment and what he’d done, his dad had told him it sounded like he was wasting five years of his life instead of four then handed the phone to his wife.

Undeterred, Chance attacked this new challenge in a way that put him at the top of his class 19 weeks later. This time he got another ‘not bad’ from his father. Of course, he’d had to add, “Not bad for something that isn’t all that challenging,” which meant it wasn’t exactly medical school.

Chance laughed out loud when he got his first set of orders to the Fleet, the term the Navy used to describe its operating forces. The reason for the laughter was finding out he was going to the Fleet…Marine Force or FMF. Yes, he’d still be in the Department of the Navy and in an operational Fleet, it would just be as a Navy corpsman serving with U.S. Marines, the one branch of service he’d shied away from in order to stay away from ground combat.

When he reported to Camp Lejeune, North Carolina, he was assigned to the base hospital then was further attached to the 2nd Marine Division and ultimately to a battalion within one of its three infantry regiments. Unlike the Army which had battalions, brigades, and divisions, the Marine Corps had no brigades, şişli escort only regiments. Yes, the Army still had Ranger Regiments, but for the most part, they were a thing of the past.

HN Chance Petersen, with ‘HN’ standing for Hospitalman in pay grade E-3 or the equivalent of a Marine lance corporal, was assigned to 1st Battalion, 8th Marine Regiment, or 1/8 for short. Unlike the Army, it was never called ‘the first of the eighth’ but simply ‘one-eight’. His unit’s nickname was the ‘Beirut Battalion’ as 1/8 had borne the brunt of the suicide bombing attack on the Marine’s barracks in Beirut, Lebanon in 1983 where 241 Americans were murdered. Among the dead were not only U.S. Marines but the Navy corpsmen who’d served along with them.

Chance lived and trained with ‘his’ Marines, and along with a whole lot of razzing for being a lowly ‘Squid’ he was also afforded a lot of informal respect as their ‘doc’. It was still too early to tell, but many jarheads considered their corpsmen to be honorary Marines, an unofficial title never bestowed lightly on anyone. But because Navy corpsmen shared the same dangers and hardships as the Marines they served with, a corpsman was often given a decent amount of respect. If he was really good, the Marines would think of him as one of their own, and Chance Petersen proved to be worth two shits as he pushed himself to do everything his Marines did from long runs in uniform to conditioning hikes to firing crew-served weapons to you name it. And while doing that, he also treated all of their basic medical problems, never once complaining or asking for a shortcut.

But he really earned his spurs during the battalion’s ten-month tour of duty to northwestern Afghanistan. Most of the days were long and boring with very little to do but try and work out using the makeshift gym equipment they had at their base camp.

And then there were the days they went out on some kind of mission when just leaving the confines of base camp meant dealing the possibility of death at any time due to makeshift bombs called IEDs (Improvised Explosive Devices) buried underground along any known or suspected route of travel. Ambushes were also possible in or around any village or area that afforded the enemy a place to hide and launch an attack.

Those were the times when the boredom was interrupted by a few minutes of sheer terror and was often accompanied by serious injury or death.

Chance was there even before the call, “Corpsman, up!” was heard from a Marine calling for help for a wounded comrade.

“I gotcha, man!” Chance would say as he rolled in and assessed the wound. From basic first aid to tying a tourniquet on a leg losing blood from the femoral artery to administering morphine to stopping the bleeding from a gunshot or shrapnel wound, Chance was there taking care of it all, often while exposing himself to enemy fire.

Had there been beer available ‘in-country’ Chance would have drunk for free many nights after his unit returned to the relatively safety of its base.

Four and a half years and two combat tours later, HM2 Chance Petersen was unceremoniously released from active duty after signing a few pieces of paper and shaking hands with a bunch of people he’d worked for, giving and getting more than a few back-slapping hugs from the Marines he’d grown to love as brothers for life.

And just like that, he was once again a civilian, driving home in the car he’d bought four years ago headed back to his hometown a few miles outside of Seattle, Washington. It seemed surreal to think of where he’d been and what he’d done just several months earlier as he drove along the smooth, paved roads of the interstate highway system where no one knew who he was, what he’d done, or gave shit that he had.

When he walked into the house he’d left five years ago, his mother went crazy and started crying. His dad shook his hand, gave him the once over and said, “I see you’ve still got two arms and two legs. Not bad.”

When he told his parents he’d been accepted to the University of Washington’s Registered Nursing Program, his dad had given him a stern look with a raised eyebrow and said, “Haven’t you had enough of doing a girl’s job yet?”

Chance had never shown any disrespect toward his father no matter how caustic the criticism. But this time the anger boiled over inside of him, and Chance stared his father down and said coldly, “I pity you, Dad. You’re gonna die a bitter old man. You’ll be rich, but you’ll never be happy,” before walking away.

For the next three-plus years, they never spoke another word to one another. Chance’s mother went to his room on campus and later to the small apartment he rented with a couple of other guys once a week to have lunch or dinner with him, but that was the extent of his family ties.

He allowed her to pay for the food, but wouldn’t otherwise take a dime from her knowing it was money his father had earned. Between the GI Bill and şişli escort bayan working 20-30 hours a week, he proudly paid for everything the entire time he was in school and never complained about having almost nothing left over for himself.

For the most part, Chance spent his days in class, his afternoons working, and his evenings and late nights studying. He’d learned the value of hard work on active duty and he was almost singularly focused on not just graduating, but really learning the material.

His only diversion were several co-eds who found the somewhat-older, ruggedly-handsome fellow student someone they wanted to meet, and quite often, hook up with. He rarely ever mentioned his time in Afghanistan or what he’d seen, but he did occasionally mention his having been a Navy corpsman which added to his quiet, confident mystique.

And then one day out of the blue, just before he was to graduate (with honors) from the school of nursing, his mother called to inform him his father had been diagnosed with incurable brain cancer. Chance didn’t need his mother to beg him to come home. The moment he heard he hung up and drove straight to the large, beautiful house he’d grown up in, and without saying a word, he hugged his father as though they’d been the closest of friends his entire life.

For the first time in his life, Chance saw his father cry. The tears weren’t tears of self-pity. They were tears of sadness for having been such a distant, cold, uncaring father to his son.

It was all Chance could do not to cry himself as his terminally-ill father apologized for being such a fool and…such an ass.

“You were right,” he told his son. “I am going to die a bitter, old man.”

His father was only 59 years old making it hard to think of him as old. The bitter part, however, had been undeniably true.

“No you’re not, Dad. The past is the past, okay?” Chance told him.

“Thank you, son. That means everything to me. After the way I’ve treated you, I don’t deserve your kindness.”

The form of cancer his father had was incredibly aggressive, and it was growing at an unbelievably rapid rate. He’d not only been unable to attend Chance’s graduation a few weeks later, he was very close to death.

By sheer force of will, he remained alive and conscious until his son came home a few hours after it was over. When he saw him, Wayne Petersen stretched out his frail arms from his bed and hugged his son.

As he held him, he said very quietly, “Congratulations. I’m proud of you, son.”

This time, Chance’s eyes welled up with tears and he said, “I love you, Dad.”

His father weakly patted him on the back then said, barely able to speak, “I’m not just proud of you. I love you, too, Chance.”

Chance wiped his eyes with his sleeve before standing up and saying, “Get some rest, Dad. I’ll be back first thing in the morning, okay?”

His dad nodded and raised his hand slightly. Chance took it and gently squeezed it just before his father closed his eyes for what was to be the last time. Later that evening while Chance was out celebrating with friends, his dad slipped into a coma and by the time he showed up early the following morning, his father was gone.

There was no reason for his mother to interrupt her son’s celebration when her husband took his last breath around 6:30am the following morning. She sat there holding his hand, grateful he’d finally made peace with their only child.

After the funeral his mom asked him just before he got ready to leave, “What are your plans?”

As a registered nurse, his skills were very much in demand. Chance had several job offers to choose from and was trying to decide which one to take. He explained the three he thought were most interesting before his mom asked another question that surprised him.

“Do you think you might want to settle down one day and maybe start a family?”

“I don’t know, Mom. Eventually, yes. But I kinda have to meet the right girl first, you know?” he said with a smile. “And now that I’m just starting out in a new career, I don’t see me doing a lot of dating let alone getting married anytime soon. But yes, someday I’d like that.”

“You were so busy in the Navy you didn’t date a lot, and I don’t remember meeting too many girls when you were in college. I guess I was just doing some wishful thinking,” she told him.

He knew she was having a hard time being on her own for the first time since she was 21, but he just couldn’t bring himself to move back home. Chance made it a point to drop by as often as he could, but actually living there was out of the question.

He eventually settled on a hospital in downtown Seattle and gladly accepted the opportunity to work in the ER because that was where the action was and where he felt he could do the most good. Because he’d be exposed to so many different kinds of injuries, it would ensure he’d learn every aspect of his craft much escort şişli faster than say working for some clinic or HMO.

At some point, he’d try and move to a quiet, private practice, but for now, treating people who were severely injured seemed like the best and most interesting thing for him, and Chance found himself thoroughly enjoying the challenges of the job.

The exceptions were seeing children brought in who’d been shot or critically injured in a car accident or some other mishap. He’d never given much thought to having children of his own, but his heart went out to each one of them as he gave his all to helping save their lives. In those rare instances where he and the doctors couldn’t, he’d find a quiet place out on an exterior balcony on an upper floor and privately shed a few tears before picking himself back up and going at it again in what seemed like a never-ending battle of life and death.

And yet that’s what life was—a constant struggle to survive even when everything seemed perfectly safe and normal. The man in the black hood with the scythe was always nearby, just lurking and waiting to strike. Most people weren’t aware of that and went about their lives as though they would never end. But even at his relatively young age, he’d long ago learned that wasn’t true.

After a particularly grueling 18-hour shift during his third month on the job, Chance couldn’t wait to get back to his apartment and crawl into bed and go to sleep. He’d experienced physical exhaustion many times during his two tours in Afghanistan as well as on some training exercises, but he’d never had to drive home when he was barely able to stay awake. So each and every time he got behind the wheel he steeled himself to stay alert to minimize the chances of sending someone—or himself—to the ER he’d just left.

It was a little after 6am and although the traffic was already building, it still wasn’t bad. In another half hour it would be bumper-to-bumper for several hours and just as bad from about 3-7pm at night.

He was sitting at a light waiting for it to turn green when he heard the sound of tires squealing. He couldn’t identify the direction for a second or two, but when he saw a car go flying around several others across the street in the wrong lane, he could tell things were about to get really bad very fast. The car was in the left lane and headed straight for oncoming traffic which was the lane Chase was currently in.

The car not only didn’t slow down for the red light, it accelerated at the intersection and as it blew through the light, it plowed into a car passing from Chance’s right to left. Had it not hit the other car, it seemed almost certain it would have hit his own car head on. As time often does in such situations, things seemed to slow down as Chance clearly saw the collision then watched the car that was hit spin around and flip over after having been struck in the right rear.

The car that ran the red light careened to its left after the collision then slammed into a light pole before jumping the sidewalk and flying sideways into the side of building.

Chance turned right and parked his car just a few feet from the one that had smashed into the wall. He grabbed his phone, jumped out, dialed 911 then ran to the car and looked inside. The driver, who hadn’t been wearing a seat belt, was slumped over and Chance was almost certain his neck was broken. He managed to get the door open then looked in and as he checked for a pulse looked into the young man’s eyes. The pupils were already unresponsive to light and continued dilating as he looked at them and Chance knew he was gone.

The stench of alcohol was overpowering and explained the reason for his reckless driving.

As he reported the location to the 911 operator, he carefully made his way through the snarl of traffic that was stopping to gawk and rubberneck at the other vehicle that was upside down in the middle of the street.

Two other men were trying to open the driver’s side door as Chance arrived.

“Pull harder!” one of the men said as the door opened slightly.

Along with the other man, Chance pulled as hard as he could, and the tangled mess of metal creaked open. The driver appeared to be in his late 60s or possibly his early 70s and he was hanging upside down by his seatbelt.

Chance told the other men who he was and they stood back letting him take the lead.

“Sir, are you okay?” he asked.

“My leg,” the man said.

Chance bent down and looked up and couldn’t see any signs of a break, but it was impossible to tell from that angle.

“What else? Does anything else hurt?” Chance asked as he tried to evaluate the man.

“My neck. I hit my head pretty hard,” the man said. “Is the other driver okay?”

“He’s…fine,” Chance lied before asking for a knife.

“Okay. You hold him here and you here,” Chance said as he got on top of the car which was the undercarriage. “I’m gonna cut the shoulder harness and then the lap belt if I can reach it. Do not let him fall! and cradle his neck. Got it?”

The other men squeezed in tight and got in the best position they could.

“You ready?” Chance hollered.

“Go for it!” one of them yelled back.

Chance sawed the knife blade back and forth several times before it gave way.

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Chapter 03 – Mrs. V.

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I am a happily married woman of seventeen years. I have three wonderful children, all of which are in high school. We cat, two dogs, and few worries. My husband and I are still very sexually attracted to each other after all these years, and it is rare not to be satisfied when the need arises. So, with all of this said, I must confess about the desire I had acted upon a few months back.

It all started about a year ago, my eldest son had a friend over, Kevin, for a couple nights. They had just had a football game and his parents were out for the weekend and we had agreed that he could stay with us while they were away.

At first it was nothing unusual, or odd, he was my boys friend, coming to visit. He gave me the stare a couple of times when I had seen him before, but that was common from the young boys, I was considered a milf, or what ever they call it, and it didn’t bother me. In fact it quite often made the sex with my husband more erotic.

After dinner Kevin and my son went upstairs with the other kids as I cleaned up, as usual. My husband was heading out to meet some friends that night and it left me to watch over the household, and I was good with that, there was little to worry about in our neighborhood.

So as I was washing the dishes, I felt like I was being watched though and I had to take a look around, and there was Kevin. I don’t know how long he was standing there, it was easily noticed that his eyes had been focused on my ass. “Kevin?” I asked, acting as if I didn’t notice, I didn’t want the boy to be embarrassed over a natural thing, “can I help you?”.

He smiled and tried to play cool, “Ah yes, Mrs. V.” They all called me Mrs. V, Vasalinni is just to long to say all the time, “I was wondering if I could get some milk.”

I smiled at him, more to myself as he stumbled on his words, he must have know he was caught, ” Yes, ill get you some Kevin, I don’t need dirty shoes on the clean floor”

He managed a smile and I turned to get a cup and felt his eyes on me once again. Of course being used to be stared at this never had an effect on me, but this young man, did. He was tall, muscular, and very handsome, and I found myself liking his eyes on me. I chuckled to myself for the oddness of the thought, but as I was pouring his milk, I felt my pussy getting wet from his eyes.

I quickly moved to him and handed him his milk, he reached out quickly as well and we clashed hands sending the milk from my hand to the floor and shattering the glass. He jumped back and I smiled, “No use crying over spilt milk,” I couldn’t believe I even said, but I did.

He managed a weak laugh and I hurried to get another glass for him. When I turned his hands were in front of him and I swear I could see he was stiff under his pants. He kept one hand in front of him as he carefully took the glass from my hand and practically ran up the stairs with a meek, “thanks Mrs. V.”

I chuckled to myself as he left, at least he got some enjoyment from it. And I was going to receive some enjoyment that night from it.

I awaited my husbands return in thinking a good romping from him would take the thoughts of the boy exciting me away, however, with every touch of my husband I thought of Kevin touching himself thinking of me. I could not believe how hot he made me.

The next morning I rose early to get some housework done before the kids destroyed it. I was being quiet not to wake anyone as I moved about the house. I folded some laundry and went to the bathroom to place the towels in the cupboard, and beşiktaş escort I realized, as I opened the door, I was not alone.

I opened the door at the same time I heard a grunt, without thinking I looked in just a Kevin released his sperm, his cock was still in his hands and he was still stroking it, his head was back and his eyes closed. I quickly closed the door, trying to remain quiet, but I could not help myself and I peeked in through the keyhole. He released a few more moans as he stroked the cock a few more times, his cum was rolling down his fingers, and I found myself licking my lips watching it, then he whispered, “Ah Mrs. V.”

I felt my hand move to my crotch immediately and I pressed my fingers against my pussy, I could not believe how hot, how wet, how excited I got seeing him cum, thinking of me. I quickly left the room, and woke my husband, and fucked him hard and fast thinking of it.

Luckily for me, the rest of the weekend went by quickly and Kevin and the kids were off to the field to play football, which kept him away from me, and kept my pussy dry.

I saw Kevin on and off for the next few months, every time his eyes were glued to my body, his mind, no doubt, stripping me from my clothes and taking me on the spot. And every time I felt my pussy get wet thinking of him doing that to me. I cursed myself for how he made me feel, nobody had ever made me feel that way, and it was my sons friend that was doing it, without intention.

Well a few months ago my kids had gone camping with my husband and I heard a knock on the door. I opened and it was Kevin, he was very upset about something and asked if my son was home to talk with. Of course he was off camping but I offered to have an ear for him and he reluctantly agreed to come in.

I asked him to have a seat on the couch and offered him a drink. He asked for some water and I hurried off to get it for him. When I returned he was sitting with his head in his hands and I kneed in front of him and lifted his head, “You can talk to me Kevin, I’ll help you.”

He smiled to me and took a sip, he slouched back on the couch and told me how his girlfriend had cheated on him, and he didn’t know what to do. I was surprised, a girl cheated on him, he was a masterpiece of a man, and sweet as could be. I caressed his leg as I told him how things would get better for him. And he seemed to appreciate it, offering me that wonderful smile and a “Thanks Mrs. V.” every so often.

As I knelt there I noticed my hands were moving further up his thigh with every thoughtful caress, and I realized, I was getting wet again. I looked up to him, then down to his crotch, his bulge was large, but not hard, and I suddenly wanted it hard. I smiled and whispered, “You want me to help you feel better Kevin?”

He looked at me oddly, “How will I ever feel better Mrs. V. She was everything to me”

I decided it was time and slid my hand to his crotch and slowly stroked him through his jeans.

His body straightened and he began to move away, with a surprised, “Mrs. V!”

But I grabbed a hold of him and shushed him, “Shh, relax Kevin, just relax” I slid my fingers over the buttons of his pants and slowly unfastened them and began to pull them down, “Lift your butt Kevin,” I demanded it, and he obeyed, lifting his ass and allowing me to remove his pants and underwear in one easy pull.

I slid my hand back to his cock, it was larger then I had thought and fully hard now, I smiled up to him, “Our little secret Kevin” Then I moved up onto him and licked the underside of his cock, then slid my beşiktaş escort bayan tongue down it to suck lightly on his balls. My hand began to slowly stroke him as my mouth closed over his balls and I sucked softly, rolling them on my tongue.

He started to moan and I realized this would be a quick orgasm for him and placed my mouth over his cock and began sucking on it, rapidly bobbing my head up and down and my fingers caressed his balls.

His cum came in hot waves, and I took them deep into my throat, latching my mouth on his pulsating cock as he came. I swirled my tongue around his cock encouraging his cum to spray into my mouth, drinking up his young sperm.

My fingers caressed his balls some more as I felt his cock beginning to soften, I cursed to myself, the hell with him being done, I was going to have him inside me, I needed his cock in me. I looked up to him and withdrew him from my mouth and slowly licked at the tip of his cock. I moved my lips down his shaft, lightly licking the underside of his cock and felt the rigidness returning and smiled to myself.

I could feel my panties getting wetter by the second, and I slid my hand down my own body, and hiked my skirt up around my waist as my mouth kissed at his stiffening cock. I pressed my hand against my panties and felt the heat of my pussy, the wetness of my panties moving on my hand.

I moaned on his cock, my lips vibrating on him, making him stiffer then before, and exciting me more then I had been in a long time. My hand slid under my panties and I tapped my finger over my clit sending shivers of delight up my spine.

I licked up his cock and covered the head with my lips and swirled my tongue around it, while I slid a finger through my folds, caressing myself, making myself wetter, more lubricated for when I would slide it over his cock. I shivered in delight again as I thought how good it would be to have his cock deep inside me, how wonderful it would be riding him and feeling his cum fill me. I moaned again, and released his cock from my lips and licked down his shaft. I looked up to him and grinned, his eyes were closed and his chest heaved with the weight of his breathing.

I slowly slid my soaked panties down my body and off of me. My tongue flicked at his balls and then I slid my mouth back up his cock releasing a deep moan from his throat. I licked at the head them moved my lips further up, kissing at his stomach, then his chest, lightly nibbling on each nipple before moving up to his neck as I slowly stroked his cock with my hand.

I moved my mouth to his ear and whispered to him, “Our little secret Kevin is how we made you forget about her for a while” I couldn’t believe I was about to let him slide inside me, and I couldn’t believe how wet thinking of his large cock spraying his young cum in my pussy made me. I slid up onto him and moved his cock straight up and slowly lowered myself upon it.

His eyes widened in delight as he started to enter me, his large cock spreading my pussy lips was pure magic and I stopped with just the tip inside to savor it. His hands moved to my hips, unsteady and shaking with nervousness, I giggled to myself and slid my pussy further down his cock until he filled me and I could feel his thighs on my ass. Slowly I moved my hips in small circles, then back and forth rocking his cock inside me. His hands clamped unto my waist and I moved mine to his and guided them to my ass, I whispered huskily to him, “My ass Kevin, squeeze my ass”.

He did as he was told, slowly squeezing then caressing my ass as I started to move escort beşiktaş up and down his cock, moving my hips slowly as I rode him. I moved one of my hands behind and fondled his balls as his breaths began to quicken and moved my other down my own body pressing my fingers against my clit as I moved on him.

His body was shaking and he grasped my ass tightly, I could feel his cock fattening inside me and could tell he was trying to hold back, trying to avoid cumming inside me. I giggled to myself, “Teenagers, never know when to let a woman feel their cum inside him” I had my tubes tied many years ago, and I was not about to allow him to rob me of the pleasure of feeling his cum in my hot pussy, my pussy that was burning with desire.

I leaned back down to his ear and rode him faster, my ass slapping hard against his thighs, and breathed into his ear, “cum inside me Kevin, let my feel your cum in me.”

He held back no longer and I felt his explosion, I could feel the hot cum splashing inside my hungry pussy, the hot streams of cum slamming against the wall of my love box. I caressed his balls as he came, and continued to ride him, emptying him as best I could. His breath was heavy and hot on my neck, his moans were loud and the moisture of his lips wet my shoulder as he buried his face when he came.

I felt his cock beginning to soften and realized I had been so hot on feeling his cum I had avoided my own orgasm, this could not happen, not now, not that I had gone this far. I slid off of him and slid my body higher on him, my fingers spread my pussy as it neared his face. He went to protest but I placed my hand on the back of his head and pushed it to my dripping pussy, pressing him against me.

“Lick my pussy Kevin, suck your cum out of me,” I demanded it and he obeyed, his tongue flicked over my folds then inside me, moving in small circles. I moved my fingers from my nether lips and placed two on my clit massaging it as he tongued me. I rocked my hips on his mouth as I felt his cum drip from me and my own orgasm building on his mouth, I moaned to him, telling him how hard I was going to cum for him, and without anymore warning my flood gates opened, my orgasm rocked my entire body, my stomach tightened, and released several times as my pussy grasped at his mouth, my legs shook like a tree in a hurricane as my sweet woman juice mixed with his cum and rolled down his chin.

I pressed on my clit a bit harder to help me finish off as his tongue steadied inside me. I released another soft moan and lifted myself from his mouth. I slid down beside him and kissed his lips softly, tasting his cum and my own from his lips, “Now Kevin, I want you to remember what a woman can do and forget about the ones that cant,” my voice was a whisper, and daring, “You can not tell anyone about us, but please think of what I can do next time you play with her. You want revenge on her Kevin, play with her and think of me, think of your cock inside me again, and give her a good hard fucking. Do you understand me Kevin?”

He managed a nod and answered me a dry, satisfied throat, “Yes Mrs. V. I will do anything you want.”

I smiled to myself, how hot, how sexy, how horny it made me knowing that he would in fact do anything I told him to. I had never dreamed of doing something like this before, but now I thought of doing it a lot more often. The control was almost intoxication and I immediately thought of taking him again. But he was young and not quite ready, evidence shown in his limp cock.

I smiled to him, and kissed his lips softly, “Now get dressed Kevin and go home.”

He moved quickly to my demand, shakily putting his clothes on and moving to the door. He turned as he opened the door and spoke softly, “Thank you Mrs. V. Thank you so much.” Then he spun and hurried off.

I smiled again and slid my hand back down my stomach, the session with him was over, but I was going to cum again thinking about it. And believe me, I did, several times.

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I awoke the next morning in my own bed with a satisfying feeling, but a sore dick. I remembered my night of passion with Leah and wondered if she remembered the same. I also wondered about her quote earlier in the night about Kelly smoking outside to attract my attention. Was Kelly after me? And did I blow it with her by fucking around with Leah? Would she tell on me? Fuck it, who cared, Leah was worth it. Maybe she’d be ready to go again.

I made my way to the front room and some breakfast around 11 a.m. the next morning. As I threw some eggs and bacon together in the kitchen, I observed Kelly outside, smoking a cigarette or doobie or both, and looking somewhat pissed off. I thought of going out there to see what was up, but my throbbing headache and near-complete breakfast delayed my visit.

About fifteen minutes later, a knock to my door aroused me from near again slumber in my recliner. I arose and opened the door to find Kelly standing there, but with nothing to say. I finally asked her how she was doing and what was up when she brashly asked me, “I don’t know, depends on what you were doing last night.” I, of course, played dumb and said “I don’t now what you’re talking about, I just relaxed last night here at the complex.” The following exchange then occurred:

“Oh really, was that here at your place or mine.”

Although I was caught, I continued to play dumb, saying “Well, I don’t know what you mean.”

“Let me spell it out for you. I came home last night around midnight. Well, let me say I came to the door and looked through the window. What I saw was you with your mouth against Leah’s pussy. Only briefly, however, because you soon flipped her around and stuck your dick in her ass. I didn’t come in to see you unload a load in her ass, I was too embarrassed, so I left. Does that sound familiar.”

Not only was I speechless, but I was hard as a rock. I looked down at Kelly to see her nipples straining through her chest as she fumed at me. I weakly issued a denial that was abruptly called by Kelly. I then asked how Leah was, as I knew that was her first night of male to female exchange, and thought it the polite thing to ask.

“Hell if kurtköy escort bayan I know” was her response. “By the time I got back here, she was gone. You know that was the first time for her. She’s fresh. She’s special. You ruined her. Plus, I was saving you for me.”

“Like that’s my fault. You extended me an open invitation. I came. You weren’t there. It happens. It’s not like I forced myself on her. She was ready.”

She fumed at me, but she hadn’t budged. Hadn’t turned to leave me there with my waning dignity and increasing hard-on. She had to see it flexing through my boxers as I stood there in the sunlight. She herself was near heaving with her swelled breasts straining up and down against her thin t-shirt. She obviously did not have on a bra. Her nipples protruded and stretched across the thin fabric as she sucked in her breath standing there. Her hips bounced up and down in a tight pair of gym shorts that did not discern the presence or non-presence of a pair of panties. She had no response to my diatribe of activities with her virginal roommate. I could not contain myself any longer and reached my hand up to her heaving left breast.

She tried to pull away, but not that hard. I reached forward with my other hand to her right hip and pulled her into me, forcing my tounge between her soft lips and invading her mouth. She tried to resist at first, but eventually opened her mouth to accept my tounge while her hands reached around to cup my ass and stroke my back. I quickly ushered inside and shut the door. Her 5’10” frame nearly matched my 6’01” physique and she lunged forward, pressing me against my breakfast nook and her twitching body. I continued to feed my tounge into her mouth while I reached down to grasp each of butt-cheeks, pressing her moist mound against my rising erection. She moaned as I rubbed her against me. I reached to the bottoms of her thin T-Shirt and lifted it above her head, exposing her magnificent breasts. She leaned her head back as I buried by mouth between her heaving tits. I picked her up to maneuver her into my small bedroom and laid her gently on my queen size bed.

She had kurtköy escort on some funky new tennis-shoes, which I quickly discarded. I reached up to pull her gym shorts down from her legs. A pair of thin, skimpy bikini brief panties were the only thing standing between me and her steaming pussy. I reached up to pull them down and received little resistance. Sensing that I had Kelly at her weak point, I swiftly move down to inhale her sweet nectar with my nose and tounge. She thrashed as I sucked in her sweetness and nibbled on her engorged clit. She was close and my ministrations pushed over the edge to a glorious orgasm that rocked her world and soiled my crappy bedsheets.

I allowed her to recover as I stripped my clothes to reveal my rising erection. I moved myself up to suck on Kelly’s neck as my erection approached her swollen pussy, fresh from orgasm. I moved to her mouth and invaded her with my toungue as my engorged cock found its resting place deep in Kelly’s waiting pussy. I began a series of swift in and out thrusts that brought Kelly into unison with me at our hips.

I pulled away from her mouth to whisper in her ear that it was she I was looking for last night as I emptied my balls into her cervix with a mighty force. She came again with me and did not stop thrusting until I pulled away from her and pulled my penis from her sex. I retreated to my restroom to wash my cock and collect my thoughts. When I returned to my bedroom, Kelly and her clothes were long gone. I looked across the breezeway but saw nothing but a closed door and shut window. Just like that, she was gone.

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I went back to sleep and rested well into the afternoon. When I finally came to, I showered and looked out to see that the sun was coming down on another long Saturday. I went to the front window and saw Kelly outside, puffing from what looked like a cigarette on this occasion. She was dressed casually and did not appear ready to go out for a night on the town. She also looked pissed off.

I quickly dressed and grabbed a full case of Coronas (having replaced the missing 6 pack from the night before with some escort kurtköy from the fridge) and headed over. While she did not seem surprised, she was less than enthusiastic. I showed her the Coronas and limes and asked if her offer was still good. She dropped her cigarette and opened the door, letting me in.

She took the case of Coronas and was pleasantly surprised to see that it was full. She took a couple and placed the rest in the fridge. She cut up a lime, grabbed two wedges, and escorted me to the sofa. We enjoyed a couple Coronas and few hits apiece from one of her “special bongs.” As we relaxed, I watched her chest heave up and down and her legs twitch as if inviting me to join her. In my state, I could wait no longer and approached her.

While unexpectedly apprehensive, she could not deny our heat as I rubbed myself against her. As I sucked on her neck once again, I maneuvered my hands between us to snap the button on her skimpy shorts. I then hooked my thumbs to grab her shorts and panties to skim them down her legs in one swift motion. She flexed her hips to assist me in removing her lower garments. I knew she was ready once again.

I released my kiss as she grabbed the bottom of my shirt to pull it over my head. I allowed her to do so, then reached the hem of her shirt to release her tits into my grasp. She reached to lower my shorts and release my steaming member into her grasp. I flailed my hips to assist and was rewarded with her slight hand guiding my engorged erection to her steaming sex hole. As I thrust forward, I again invaded her pussy and caused a violent orgasm to rip through her body. She attached her lips to my neck as she convulsed in a multiple series of body shakes in the throes of orgasm. I relaxed to her allow her to enjoy this streaming of pleasure and removed her mouth from my neck to explore her tounge and prevent her from scarring my neck.

Once she recovered, I continued with my viscous pounding into her helpless cunt. She cried out again in the throes of orgasm as I planted my seed deep within her womb. I laid against her as I recovered. Sloppily, I lifted myself from her grasp and watched my fading erection leave her sex lips. She pulled me forward and licked my swollen member clean, erasing any evidence of my sexual exploits into her pussy. She finally plopped my dick from her lips and let me relax.

“You ready for round 2,” she asked.

“Not two nights in a row. Sorry!!” I replied, as I got up, grabbed my remaining Coronas, and hit the door.

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The Adventures of Dave – in praise of older women

After the first two frantic encounters with Betty our relationship settled down into one of regular visits. I found out that the apartment she was in had a mix of residents from young married couples staring out on the property ladder. To ladies and gentlemen who were in a similar situation to Betty, living alone due to bereavement or divorce. Their average ages must have been about 64, the same as Betty.

In conversation with Betty the subject of her friends often came up and she had remarked that some of them had asked whom I was. She was at a loss because she didn’t want to give away the fact that I was calling round for sex and she was seriously beginning to think about putting a stop to my visits.

I explained to her that this was not a problem and asked her honestly if she could simply stop seeing me. She readily admitted that this would be a major problem. I for my part had got quite attached to this “crazy” old lady so I didn’t want to suddenly stop my visits.

We had known each other now for about six months and it had become apparent to me that Betty was quite suggestible. An idea came to me.

“Why don’t you tell your friends that I am a fully qualified masseur?” I suggested “Then they will know why I am round here. You could say that the doctor recommended me and that I am giving you a course of treatment”

Betty thought that this was a brilliant idea. Our meetings went on for some more months and the problem of nosey neighbours seemed to have been solved.

It had been almost a year. Work was gong well and I was able to practically take off what time I wanted. The result of this was more visits to Betty and more of them during the day. It was high summer.

During one visit Betty asked me if I would like to meet her friend Elizabeth who lived in a flat on the other side of the building. I was curious as to date the concept of me being “shown off” was not one, which I had understood Betty wanted to subscribe to.

Elizabeth was 66, widowed for 16 years and was a very good friend to Betty, bringing her plants and joining her regularly for coffee and shopping.

Betty had told Elizabeth that I was a masseur and did admit to her that I was making her feel a lot better with my “treatments”, although she assured me that she had not said anything of the stuff which Betty and I got up to.

Elizabeth had asked how much I charged for treatment and Betty had told her it was £50. Elizabeth seemed quire happy with this and so Betty had said she would ask me if I was available for her.

Betty and I had a long discussion during which I was unable to find out just what Elizabeth’s angle was, whether she had cottoned on to what Betty and I were up to or whether she genuinely believed that I was a masseur and would give her a massage. After the conversation I really thought that Betty did not know.

What was I to do? I asked Betty how she would feel if Elizabeth really wanted sex and the two of us got on and it happened. She simply said that she would be pleased if Elizabeth could be made as happy as she was at the moment, but she stressed that all of this had to be confidential as she did not want people talking.

Betty ‘phoned Elizabeth and it was agreed that I would visit her the following afternoon. Betty made me promise to visit her immediately afterwards.

The next day was very hot, 80 degrees and sunny but with a cooling breeze. Elizabeth lived in a top floor corner flat, which was bigger than Betty’s and at 1.45 in the afternoon I found myself outside her front door.

In order to add realism to the “masseur” front I had purchased some aromatherapy oils and other lotions and had them in a small case with two hand towels on top. I had also dressed in a sports shirt and shorts with trainers to create (as I thought) the right impression. I rang the doorbell.

A small woman with dark hair answered the door. She was reasonably attractive büyükçekmece escort in a print dress and sandals.

“Good afternoon” I smiled, “I’m David, Betty arranged for me to visit.”

“Come in” she said and I followed her through into a very well kept lounge with modern furniture.

I put my case down and took a seat. Elizabeth went to the kitchen and brought back a tray with a cafetiere and some biscuits.

We sat and chatted and she asked me about massage and how she had heard that Betty was feeling much better after my visits. She said that her right shoulder and left leg were her problem and asked if there was anything I could do for her.

I said I was sure there was but I would need to take a look. She became a little embarrassed and eventually asked just what was involved.

I reassured her and said that to effectively ascertain and treat the problem I would have to be able to manipulate her on a table or a high bed. She took me into the bedroom and there was a sizeable bed there, which would have been OK but was a little low. We had passed a dining room on the way in and there was a very sturdy dining table in the middle of it about six feet by three. I mentioned that this was ideal and if she could find a blanket to put on it then it would be almost the same as my normal treatment table.

She wandered off and five minutes later the table was set up. I moved my case into the room and took out some bottles. I waited.

Elizabeth came into the room wrapped in a large white towel. I asked her if she needed any help getting up on the table but she assured me that she did not. I looked out of the window while she was doing it and turned round when I heard her say “ready.”

She was lying face down on the table with the blanket draped over her shoulders. I asked her to relax as much as possible and slowly removed the towel from her shoulders folding it back over her waist, just past the top of her white panties. She was naked from the waist up.

I started to feel her back and shoulders and although it seemed fairly tight and knotty, I really did not have a clue what I was doing. I asked her where the pain was and she directed my hands to the appropriate area. I said I thought I could feel something and after a small amount of kneading of the area asked if that was better – she answered that it was.

I asked her if she could turn over so I could look properly at her leg and I held the towel while looking away so she could do so. As she turned I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she had medium sized breasts which seemed to be very well preserved for a lady of 66, but each breast was topped with enormous brown nipples with huge aureola which seemed to cover almost 25% of the front of the breast’s surface. The sight of this made my cock twitch and start to rise.

Elizabeth was now lying on her back, with a towel covering her and I moved round to the other side of the table to examine the troublesome leg. To do this I had to push the towel up her thighs and on doing so I noticed that there was a sizeable amount of black hair protruding from the side of her large white panties. I clasped her leg above the knee and gently squeezed from each side. Slowly I moved up her thigh alternately squeezing one side then the other as if I knew what I was doing.

Once I had worked my way all the way up I had one hand on the outside of her thigh and one between her legs, hard up against her cunt, covered only by the thin white panties and the copious black bush of hair. I moved down the thigh and then up again, each time making sure my hand pushed quite firmly against her cunt. My cock was rock hard.

“OK” I said, ” you have a muscle problem with the leg and the shoulder is related to the lower back. I can help all of that with some massage. Turn over please”

Whatever I was doing it must have convinced Elizabeth that I was genuine and she could be escort büyükçekmece totally relaxed around me. This time she didn’t even bother with the towel, sitting up immediately and then turning over, giving me a full view of the huge brown nipples on her beautiful tits. As she turned over, she took the towel and let it fall to the side of the table. She was now lying on her stomach in just her panties.

I opened a bottle of lavender oil and started to massage her back from the shoulders down to the small of her back. She moaned gently with each sweeping stroke.

“Feeling relaxed?” I asked

“Mmmmm yes” she replied.

“We’ll soon get you sorted,” I said.

I felt bolder and so rolled down the waistband of her panties so I could massage the top of her buttocks. All this time my cock was making a huge lump in my shorts and I was lucky that she had her head turned away from me.

I moved down to her legs and started on the one I had been working on earlier. Again I moved upwards from the knee and worked my way up to the side of her panties with the back of my hand hard against her panty clad cunt, rubbing as I massaged her inner thigh.

I worked the other leg as well and did the same movements, ending up with a hand against her cunt, between her legs, which seemed to be opening a little wider from this activity.

I moved round to the other side and returned to her back, concentrating on first her shoulder and then her lower back.

I felt Elizabeth lift herself up on her hands. Her breasts swung slightly as she steadied herself.

“What’s that?” she asked.

She was staring at my shorts where my cock was sticking out hard against the material like a tent pole, with a small dark stain around the end.

“I’m so sorry” I replied, frantically trying to think of something to say,

“This doesn’t normally happen”

“Why are you like that?” Elizabeth asked.

“I don’t know.” I replied, ” I think you are very attractive”

“I’m old enough to be your mother” she said, “That’s not right”

“Sorry” I said, “I’ll go”

Elizabeth raised herself on one elbow. Those breasts were great and for a woman her age they held up really well.

“I want to see it,” She announced.

I walked back towards her. It was still pressing hard against the shorts. Slowly I pulled them down and stood up with my cock right in front of her face. She looked scared.

“You can touch it if you want to” I said, emboldened by her request.

She stretched out a manicured finger and prodded my cock. It swayed. She ventured a hand and wrapped her fingers around it.

“It’s throbbing!” she exclaimed.

I leaned forward and kissed her. She had very soft lips. There was no response so I moved my hand to her breast and squeezed it gently. She still had her hand on my cock. Her nipple rose and I rubbed it.

“No. Stop” she said and let go of my cock.

“What’s the matter” I asked

“I’m too old for this” she said “It’s almost 20 years since I was close to something like that. I don’t know, I really don’t know”

I kissed her again. “Is that nice?” I asked.

“Yes” she replied, “but I’m scared”

“I wont hurt you, and I’ll stop if you want me to” I reassured her.

“Just hold me,” she asked.

We went to the bedroom and she turned back the bed. We got in together and cuddled, her still in her panties.

I moved my hand down again to her breast and probed her nipple, causing it to rise and harden. Each time she started to say something I kissed her and soon she was kissing me back. With every kiss she seemed to relax more and more. I slid my hand down the front of her panties. She stiffened and her legs closed together. I left my hand there and kissed her again and gradually she relaxed more.

She stopped and pulled away, sitting upright.

“I can’t. I want to but I can’t.” she whispered, büyükçekmece escort bayan ” It’s been so long.”

She started crying.

I took her in my arms and cuddled her I said that everything was OK, we could forget this if she was unhappy, or we could take our time and she could control everything.

We lay together for over an hour and she told me she had been happily married but that her husband was no great shakes between the sheets and that she had never expected to have another opportunity. They had no children and all during their married life she had felt unsatisfied but was too afraid to query anything or to do anything about it.

I asked her if she trusted me having only just met me. She said she knew that I was a good friend of Betty’s and that was good enough for her. She made me promise that I would not tell Betty what she had told me or that we had done what we had done. I said we had not done anything yet but that I wanted to help her if I could. She agreed.

I switched the bedside light on. The room was very warm. I rolled back the covers so we were lying on the bedsheet. Elizabeth was on her back. I moved down to her feet and slowly pulled down her panties, discarding them on the floor.

I moved up to her head and kissed her softly. She kissed me back. I worked down her neck planting soft kisses on her old body. I reached her breasts and gently sucked one nipple, whilst slowly rubbing the other. She stiffened a little. After some time I moved down again, gently kissing her stomach, which was a little distended and finally reaching a dark mass of black pubic hair.

I sat up and placed my hand on her mons, gently touching her and slowly moving her legs apart. I inserted the tip of one finger. It was damp but not wet. I took hold of her legs and parted them, pausing only to return briefly to her head where I kissed her again gently on the lips.

I nuzzled into the hair and darted inside with my tongue. I had to use one hand to part her lips so I could lick her. She moaned soft and low. I increased my attention, concentrating on her clitoris.

I pushed a finger in, slowly, slowly. It was very very tight. Gradually I managed to get enough lubrication to be able to push my one finger in and work up a rythmn. Her head was rolling from side to side.

I climbed between her legs. Using one hand I parted her outer lips and guided the head of my cock to the entrance to her cunt. I pushed gently and her lips parted ever so slightly. Getting a bit more purchase I managed to push my cock in a little further. This was the tightest cunt I had ever been in and it was on a 66-year-old woman!

She opened her legs as far as they would go. Bit by bit my cock filled her up. I had never been in such a tight soft pussy. Eventually I was fully in and supporting my weight on my hands. I started to pull out slowly and worked up a gradual beat with no speed at all. I was slow fucking this woman and it was fantastic. She wrapped her legs around my waist and joined in with the thrusting, still at a very slow pace.

The totally erotic nature of what was happening and the slow and steady pace of my thrusting got me very excited but I resisted the urge which was running through my body to fuck her senseless.

Then it happened. My balls tightened and I felt wave after wave of cum gush out of me, filling her up for what seemed like an age.

We lay together for a while. She looked at me, smiled and said thank you. We got dressed and before I went she tried to give me £50. I refused.

When I went to Betty’s I said that Elizabeth had wanted and had got a massage. In subsequent visits Elizabeth got a great deal more and I was enjoying myself as much as I did with Betty.

Betty never knew what Elizabeth and I got up to and I respected her confidence. The following three years were a wonderful time and then Elizabeth suddenly died, aged 69 years. I know I made her last years wonderful and taught her to enjoy something she could have been enjoying for the preceding 40 years.

Everyone wondered who the youngish, smartly dressed man was at her funeral. Everyone wondered even more when she left him £10,000 in her will.

I will always remember Elizabeth. She was wonderful and sexy and funny and educated and demure. All in one package. In praise of older women indeed!

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The sounds of morning came unfiltered into Cecilia’s home. She sat on the couch as the local news played out on the television, while she looked out one of the living room windows. Much like it always did, her gaze rested on the house across the road from hers. It was a two-storey home, painted yellow, and for the most part in relatively good shape, though she knew some people would stick their noses up at it. It served its purpose, though, for the man and his dog that lived there.

Chuck and Buddy, a single man and his beast. Chuck was in his fifties and looked to be about six foot five. He sported a full beard and mustache, which he kept well groomed. His hair was long, often held back in a ponytail. She’d never really spoken to him at any great length, but she wanted to. Whenever she saw him at the gas station drinking coffee she forced herself to keep her eyes downcast in case he called out to her and said “hi”. He only did when she happened to catch his eye.

Cecilia watched as Buddy, the dark brown and black German Shepherd ran off the sidewalk and into the meadow behind Chuck’s house. Chuck soon followed and for a moment Cecilia shrank down in her seat. Just as quickly she chastised herself and sat up, looked out the window and watched as Chuck picked up his morning paper and watched his dog chase after some small woodland creature.

The man was wearing his customary boots, jeans and T-shirt. Once again his hair was pulled back and she knew he’d smell of the woods and campfires. It was the scent she always caught when she walked past him or his home. She glanced at the fire pit in his yard and remembered the first time she’d ever spoken to her neighbor.

She had just moved into the neighborhood. It was a small rural community, where everyone knew everybody and everything. Cecilia, however, knew no one. She had chosen this place because it was close to her parents’ jewelry store, but far enough away that she wasn’t forced to endure her mother visiting every day. Her divorce had left her with enough money to put a down payment on a home, as well as take a hiatus from her position working as an accountant for one of the city’s law firms. She had wanted — needed the peace that came with country living.

Her parents had helped her move into the small two bedroom home and her first night there had been spent tossing and turning in her bed. She wanted to blame the mattress because it too was new. In the end though, Cecilia pushed away the covers, took a deep breath and donned her robe. She pulled on a pair of sneakers, tied the sash of the robe over her nightgown and marched over to her neighbor’s house. It was his fault she hadn’t fallen asleep. He had several guests over, all of them drinking and laughing. She was spotted and, when all eyes turned away from her and onto the large man who was rising from a chair, Cecilia’s throat constricted on her words.

He had come over, pausing briefly to turn down the radio that had been blaring some old rock melody. She watched him with wide eyes full of apprehension and a touch of fear. Her tongue darted out and when he reached her side, Cecilia was forced to look up into his eyes. To him she must have looked like a rag doll. He towered over her five foot four frame. She blinked several times and thanked God she had not fainted from fear of this big man. He lifted his hand in a greeting of friendship, she winced stepped back and whispered that his “music was too loud”.

Chuck apologized, pulled back his hand and she left. Cecilia rushed back into her house, locked the door and sank to her knees; she imagined the big man’s hand coming up and grabbing her throat. She shuddered violently and sobs racked her small body as memories of her ex-husband rushed over her.

The screeching of tires brought Cecilia’s thoughts back to the present. She jumped from her seat and hurried over to the window. “Oh my God,” she said out loud and hurried out the front door, down her steps and across her yard.

The driver of the car was already rushing to the front of his vehicle. Chuck was on his knees, his hands running over the trembling figure of his beloved pet. Cecilia dropped to the ground, resting one hand on the big man’s shoulder. She reached out and stroked the dog’s head. Blood pooled from the animal’s mouth, nose, and ears. A pair of coal hued eyes stared at Chuck, until all signs of life left them. Cecilia watched Chuck’s hand move over Buddy’s face, closing the soft fur-covered lids. Without thought, Cecilia wrapped her arms around her neighbor and felt his body shake.

After a minute Chuck began to rise, and Cecilia realized the position they were in. She pulled away, tucked her arms under her chest, her hands under her armpits and looked at the driver of the SUV that had claimed Buddy’s life. She stepped back fearful avcılar escort of the confrontation between Chuck and the man who looked just as scared of Chuck as Cecilia had been the first time she’d met him.

“I’m so sorry,” the man said. He kept his hands in his pockets, and his eyes on the ground. His head moved back and forth as if he were trying to come up with a reason for not seeing the beloved pet.

Chuck took a deep breath and Cecilia waited for the fist, clenched at his side to come in contact with the man’s face or stomach. Her gaze grew wide when Chuck opened his hand and offered it to the other gentleman. “It’s not your fault,” Chuck said. “It’s mine. I wasn’t paying attention and I didn’t notice him take off until it was too late.”

The driver stared at Chuck’s hand, extended his own and the two men shook over the dead body of Chuck’s pet. Cecilia stood dumbstruck as she watched the bear of a man, bend down, pick up his dog and head toward the woods at the end of the meadow. She listened to the driver talk about having to leave and apologizing again, but Cecilia basically ignored him. The driver left, while she tried to comprehend that Chuck had not reacted as she’d expected him too.

Chuck felt her eyes on him and wished he could talk to her and that their second meeting in one year had been over better circumstances, but he had other things to do. The first being trying hard not to cave in to the emotions that were trying to burst from his soul. Buddy had been his companion for almost ten years and it had taken all his will-power to not drop the man who had killed him with one punch, like a rock.

The German Shepherd had been given to him from a litter raised by his niece. He was his best friend and traveling partner when Chuck took to the road delivering campers. Now his partner was gone and a beautiful woman was watching him, most likely judging him to see if he were weak or strong.

He felt very weak.

With his back to her, he walked across the meadow. His tears fell freely, blinding him to the path he’d trod many a time with his friend beside him. At the edge of the woods he lay Buddy down, positioned his body so that it would look more natural and less mangled. There was blood on his arm and shirt, but he didn’t care. He remained in a squatting position until he heard footsteps behind him. Chuck looked over and saw a pair of feet stuffed into a pair of tennis shoes. Once again she was running around without socks on. Chuck smirked at the one detail that seemed to always make him smile when he thought of his next door neighbor.

He sat up and looked down at her tearful eyes.

“I saw this leaning against the house,” she whispered, offering him his own shovel.

His chest tightened, as he took the tool. “Thanks. I was planning on putting a new Japanese Maple in the yard.”

“I saw that,” Cecilia said as she glanced back to Chuck’s house and the new sapling. “I’m really sorry about Buddy,” she whispered, giving her attention back to her neighbor.

Chuck took a deep breath, expelled it and nodded his head. “I was thinking about something else and just wasn’t focusing on him,” he told her. He shook his head and looked down at his friend. “I’ve had him for ten years. He’s my best friend,” he admitted.

He felt her hand on his back, rubbing it as if she were a mother trying to comfort her grown son. He would have loved to tell her that he was not her son. “Thanks again for the shovel,” he said and waited for her to leave. When she didn’t, he looked back at her. Chuck shrugged his shoulders and began to dig a deep hole for Buddy’s body. He couldn’t help but feel Cecilia’s presence. She had never told him her name; he had discovered because he’d been home one night when a man had been banging on her front door, shouting and screaming “Cecilia!”

He had gotten out of bed, grabbed his 9mm, slipped in the clip, chambered a round, and headed toward the front door of his home. Before he got there, Buddy was scratching at the wood and barking his head off. Chuck opened the door, peeked out and noticed the red and blue lights coming up over the hill. Chuck watched as the man pounding on his new neighbor’s door stepped away and turned to head back to his car, which was immediately blocked by the police cruiser.

Chuck closed the door, yet remained close to the window until the man drove away and the police went inside to talk to his neighbor. He went back to bed, carefully ejected the round and removed the clip and placed them all back in the drawer. Under his covers he thought of the woman and how timid she had been the first night he’d met her. He had noticed her and her family, or what he assumed at the time to be her family, moving her in. There was no one else living with her, not even a dog or a cat, just her.

She’d come over the first night, wrapped up tight in a robe wearing shoes with no socks. He hadn’t seen her at first, and had it not been for one of his friends, he doubted he would have noticed her at all. She was so short avcılar escort bayan compared to him and he suspected she was easily lost in a crowd. He had wanted to shake her hand, apologize for the music and offer her some help unpacking or moving furniture, but when he lifted his hand in greeting, she had paled, shrank back and looked terrified. Instantly Chuck had known why, and anger toward this unnamed man grew thick and heavy in his chest. She had turned and practically ran back to her little house.

From that day on Chuck tried to find out as much as he could from the neighbors and gossips. Most of what he learned came from the realtor who had sold her the house, an older woman that loved to gossip. Normally Chuck wasn’t fond of second hand knowledge but he had a feeling he wouldn’t get a lot of answers from the woman herself.

He learned the rest of her name, Cecilia Witherby, and he learned she was a new divorcee, thirty years old and had no kids. The realtor was also quick to tell him that her parents were worried for her safety and Cecilia’s mother, it seemed, was a chatter box like the realtor, because the realtor learned quite a lot from the woman. Naturally she was more than willing to share it with Chuck. And anybody else with ten minutes and the price of a cup of coffee.

Cecilia had been married for ten years, and most of the ten she’d spent in and out of hospitals. It wasn’t until he caused her first and only pregnancy to end in a miscarriage that Cecilia finally left him, filing for divorce and running as far as she could, back to her parents’ home in Austin. She’d taken a break from her job and the money from the divorce and found a quiet town to call home. Her mother had been against her moving out to “no-man’s land” as she’d called it, but her father was all for it.

Chuck now kept an eye on the house, and the woman inside it whenever he was home, more so after the ex-husband had showed up. The morning after the incident, he hooked up with one of the officers and did a bit more questioning into the girl’s past. The man had indeed been the cause for Cecilia’s skittish nature. She promised the officers she’d look into a restraining order and Chuck learned later on that she had indeed done so, and as far as he knew he hadn’t ever returned.

Now he had her closer to him than she had been in almost twelve months and he couldn’t do anything but try and show a stronger side to himself than he felt like showing. He wanted to mourn Buddy, but to do so now would only show weakness in the woman’s eyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat, placed the shovel on the ground and lifted his dog’s hardening form into his arms. He hugged him tight, before placing him in the dirt and beginning the task of covering him up with the freshly turned soil.

Cecilia stood just behind Chuck and watched silently as he took care of the burial of his dog. She wiped at the tears that fell and knew that the man was hurting. There was a part of her that told her she should leave, but another part told her to stay. When the task was over, she stepped back and waited for him to walk back to the house. He glanced at her, thanked her again for her support and picked up the shovel.

Together they walked across the meadow, awkward silence accompanying them. When they reached the house Cecilia chewed nervously on her lower lip. She took a deep breath and sighed heavily before offering one last condolence to her grieving neighbor. “I really am sorry about Buddy,” she told him, reaching out and squeezing his left arm. Her fingers felt the corded muscles and she pulled away, hoping Chuck didn’t notice the blush on her cheeks. She dipped her head and walked around him.

“Cecilia,” Chuck called out to her as she headed back toward the road and her house. He watched her stop and face him. He placed the shovel against the house, closed the distance between them and looked down at her face. He noticed her freckles, blue eyes and slightly pink tinged cheeks. “Would you have dinner with me tonight?” he asked suddenly. Chuck glanced back at Buddy’s grave and sighed. “I know it’s an awkward way to ask a girl out, but — well, I don’t get to talk to you that often and figured it’d hurt my pride to have you turn me down in front of the guys at the gas station.”

Cecilia blushed. When he called her name she wasn’t sure what she was expecting, she just knew she didn’t want to walk away from him. For the few seconds she had been walking back toward her house, she’d been trying desperately to come up with a reason why she needed to stay. She looked up at him and tried hard not to turn away. Every bone in her body told her to lower her head and mumble something like ‘no’, but something inside her forced its way up through her throat.

“I’d like that,” she said, in a breathless throat-clenched squeak. Her face grew brighter and her skin, she knew, would be hot to the touch.

Chuck smiled and she answered back with a grin all her own. They stood there like that for several seconds before Chuck broke escort avcılar the spell. “I’ll pick you up at five?” he asked, already thinking where to take her.

Cecilia nodded her head. “I look forward to it,” she admitted, and knew the words she spoke were true.

She headed back to her house, crossing the street and grinning from ear to ear. Once inside she rushed to her bedroom and opened her closet door. She stared at her clothes, guessing what she would wear. Chuck was the first man she’d been out with since her divorce, not to mention in the past ten years when she was married. Prior to her marriage, she’d only gone out two other times. Her experience was limited and her clothes seemed outdated for dating.

She reached back into her closet and pulled out a few dresses and silk tops, along with slacks that had seen better days. She thought about the last time she’d worn each one. All of them had to have been worn sometime before her husband had turned violent and abusive. None of them were torn, patched up, or stained with her blood. She also doubted she could fit any of them anymore. She hadn’t put on an excessive amount of weight, but she was not the same woman who’d bought the pieces.

Cecilia sat down on the edge of her bed and looked at the small pile of clothes. She then eyed the ones still hanging in her closet. All of them had been picked out by her ex-husband and all of them screamed ownership of her person. She left the room with a determined air, and returned with two black garbage bags. She filled the first with all the clothes on her bed and in her closet. She emptied her dresser drawers, tossing in socks, panties and bras.

A quick trip to the laundry room had the clothes from the dryer tucked into the second bag along with several pairs of shoes. Her jewel box was next and the contents dumped into a satchel that he too had purchased. By the time she was done Cecilia realized the only thing left to throw away that he’d given her were the things she had on. She looked at the clock on her bed and reached for the phone next to it. It was early, but not so early that her mother wouldn’t be awake.

She invited her mother to lunch, grabbed her keys and headed out the door. The bags of laundry were left behind and the satchel with the jewelry was placed on top. Once outside she climbed into the front seat of her car and pulled out of the drive. She had several hours before having to meet her mom for lunch and for the first time she felt excited about shopping. Cecilia wasn’t a fool, not any more, she knew her date tonight was the reason she felt spontaneous, but she didn’t want to question it, not yet. It felt too good to simply have a reason to rid herself of another piece of her ex’s influence.

Chuck happened to glance up from the hole he’d been digging and waved to Cecilia as she pulled into the street. He watched her car disappear and went back to setting the tree into the ground. He had determined that nothing overly dramatic would happen on their first date. He was much older than her and he knew she hadn’t been dating anyone. At least according to the girls at the gas station and their local librarian, they never saw her with another person, nor had he witnessed anyone but her parents visiting her. He hadn’t dated anyone seriously in years and the few dates he’d been on never made it past the second or third. He hoped for something different with Cecilia but he really didn’t know why.

Later on that morning, Chuck thumbed through the telephone book and placed a reservation at one of the city’s restaurants, normally unnecessary, but he didn’t want to take any chances that they’d have to spend an hour or more waiting on a table. Next, he called one of the local florists and arranged for a small cluster of flowers to be ready for him just before heading to her home. When he was done, Chuck sat down and called for Buddy. It took only a second for him to realize his mistake. He closed his eyes and finally let the tears fall.

After several long minutes Chuck was able to collect himself. He headed to the bathroom, took another shower to wash away the sweat from digging the two holes. He then took some time to trim down the size of his beard, and groom his mustache. Once his basic needs were done, he headed out the door. Chuck felt the absence of his dog as he climbed into his truck and headed to the barber’s to get a fresh cut on his long hair.

He pulled in, parked and headed into the town’s barber shop. Years ago it had been a bakery, years before that a bank. Chuck waved hello to a small group of men, all his age, that were sitting there. Most smoked cigars, a few drank coffee. Chuck took a seat on an empty trimming chair and waited for the owner and resident father of the town to come over and begin his customary work.

While he was being taken care of, Chuck joked and laughed with the men that were milling about. His words came and went when expected, but his thoughts were on Cecilia. He hoped she wouldn’t mind a simple dinner at the local Italian restaurant. It wasn’t either high end or low end, but it was something he considered to be good for a first date. He also considered having most of his hair cut, after all he wasn’t a young buck and maybe long hair on an old guy wasn’t all that attractive. He looked at his reflection and decided to keep things as they were. After all, it was this Chuck that asked her out, not someone else.

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“I can’t help but think what Justin and Kelsey would think if they knew about us,” Lauri pondered one afternoon while they were in bed at Mike’s apartment.

“Probably that either think I was a sick pervert at best and not speak to either of us again at best; at worst, Justin would probably want to challenge me to a match as an excuse to kick my ass.”

“Much as I hate to say it, because he is my son after all, Mike, you have been in the business longer and trained more intensely than Justin has. You could wipe the floor with him.”

“Maybe, maybe not. That adrenaline could be pumping big time if he got word that I’ve been fucking his mom for awhile now.”

“Yes, but on the good side of things, these last few months have been the best sex I have had in my life. Plus, it’s great being with a guy whose hard-on isn’t dependent on a little blue pill for once– and whose recovery time is measured in hours, not days.”

Mike rolled over to face her. “Oh baby, I can certainly prove that over and over. And it’s nice to be with a woman that isn’t uptight in the sack, bitching about something hurting or whining about getting all messy and sweaty.”

“It isn’t great sex until we get messy and sweaty,” Lauri giggled.

“And I sure as hell don’t need a pill like some of your other guys did, then again, you’re so hot in bed, you probably wear those geezers out.”

“But not you,” she giggled again. “You’re always up and ready to go.”

Mike nuzzled her neck. “Oh, I’m ‘up’ all right, baby.”

“Mmmmm, I bet you are,” she said, climbing between his thighs and taking his cock into her mouth, the slurping bakırköy escort noises she made as she took in his willing tool inch by inch while Mike groaned in delight.

His cock popped out of her mouth; Lauri then licked the shaft and sucked gently on his dick head, then dipped down to nibble and lick his balls, licking her way back up his shaft.

Lauri then downed every inch of his meat until he was in her throat, her not taking her eyes off of him as she performed deep throat on his cock.

Mike’s groans grew louder and his hips bucked with every stroke Lauri made with her hot mouth.

“Fuck, baby, you can suck some cock that would put young chicks to shame!” he called out.

His encouragement made her suck him even harder, his groans almost at the point of yelling.

“Shit, baby, don’t stop. Suck it!”

Lauri blew him deeply for a few more minutes before pulling her mouth off his throbbing member.

“I think someone is ready to fuck,” she purred at him, climbing onto his cock and guiding it in her.

She then began bucking wildly up and down on Mike’s hard on, her thighs clutching his hips as she fucked him, each of their moans almost drowning out the other’s.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” she panted as she rode his cock harder. “You’re a horny young stud, aren’t you? Does banging an older woman turn you on? Is that why you enjoy fucking me so much? Oh, God, Mike, your cock is just perfect in my pussy!”

Mike grabbed her hips in an attempt to push her further down on his member.

“Come on, baby, fuck me harder,” escort bakırköy he grunted. “Give that dick a good ride!”

“God yes!” she panted when he bucked his hips up to meet her thrusts. “I love this so much. Fuck me good!”

“Ride me, baby, you’re so fucking hot,” he panted back.

“Oh God…Mike, I’m going to cum!” Lauri called out, not letting up the bouncing on him.

Mike’s hips thrust up to match her own before she came hard for him. When she finished, Lauri climbed off, got on all fours with her full bottom in the air.

“Fuck my cunt,” she told him. “But I want you to cum in my ass!”

“You are my dream woman,” he groaned in delight. “Baby, I would love to fuck that ass!”

“You can when you are ready to cum,” she said. “But I want you back in my pussy now.”

Mike didn’t have to be asked again before he slammed his entire cock into her and pounded her pussy, both of them soon in a fucking frenzy.

“Oh fuck!” Lauri yelled. “Fuck!”

“Mmmm, here it is, baby. You’re a horny little slut for a woman your age, aren’t you?” he grunted.

“Harder, baby,” she panted. “Fuck me harder.”

“You want it harder? How about I put my whole cock deep in you and go even harder? You like that, my fuck slut?”

“God, yes!” she screeched.

With that, Mike buried his tool all the way to his balls deep into his older lover, fucking her so hard that his balls were slapping against her ass as the bed shook.

His teeth gritted and he tensed up in a way that Lauri knew very well; Mike was going to explode at any moment.

Mike bakırköy escort bayan popped out of her in one pull, grabbing the KY on his nightstand to lube her asshole and his own dick.

He then gradually and slowly buried his pole inside Lauri’s willing ass, screwing her slowly at first, then speeding up little by little.

“Yes!” she cried in pure lust. “Take my ass, Mike! Fuck it!”

“Mmmmmmmm…you love it in the back door….baby, your ass is so fucking tight and hot!” Mike called, pushing more of his prick into her pink asshole.

“That’s it, baby,” she panted, looking back at him. “Put some more of it in my ass. I want to feel you cum in me.”

Once Mike had buried his entire member in her butt, his pumping increased to the pace he had when he had fucked her pussy, giving her ass the boning of a lifetime before he began to tense up again.

“Baby…I’m ready to cum…..” he panted

“Do it,” Lauri grunted, looking back at him. “I want all that cum in my ass, Mike.”

As he exploded deep into her bowels as they came together, Mike felt almost as if he was pumping an endless stream of his hot jizz into her as Lauri moaned in orgasm.

Once they were both spent, Mike gently pulled his limp organ out of Lauri’s well-screwed ass and collapsed back onto the bed.

“Did I ever tell you that you are great in bed?” he panted at her.

She deeply kissed him and grinned. “Many times. And if you get horny any more this week you know my cell number,” she winked before getting up to put her clothes on and prepare to go home. “That is if you don’t get turned on by some young pussy first.”

“Hey, you ain’t gonna turn into one of those ‘get naked, get it on, get off and get dressed’ types, are you?”

“Not usually, but Justin and Kelsey will be home soon and wonder where I am. Like I said, if you get horny again, you know my number.”

He knew her number all right. And he would be going back for more.

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To summarize: I’m June, and to keep my twin brother Roscoe from getting asked out by a ‘barbie’, I suggested that he start dating one of the girls in our club, The Losers: Sue, or Sulu, a cute, short Chinese gymnast with a flat chest; Bella, a very tall, pretty redhead; and Larissa, a Native American with huge boobs but an acne problem. Roscoe and I are brown-haired and somewhat average, though my ass and his chest have started to fill out. We’re all 18, in case you were wondering.

In trying to convince Roscoe to choose one of them, the three girls, one at a time, took him to first base. Then they rounded second and slid hard into third.

—

Early Sunday morning, Bella slipped away home to change for church. The rest of us ate the usual Sunday morning breakfast in our house: bacon, eggs, and pancakes. Afterward, Sue, Larissa, and I went down to the basement while Roscoe left to hang out with some of his friends.

“Smells weird down here,” Sulu said as she wrinkled her nose.

“It smells like pussy,” Larissa informed her.

“Shit.” I opened a window and went and got some air freshener, as well as some upholstery cleaner, and we spot-cleaned the couch. I hadn’t noticed how much of a mess they had actually made in the dim light the previous night.

We discussed what had happened, me feeling a bit left out, but it’s not like I could get my brother to do sexy stuff with me. I turned to Sue. “So what does it feel like to have your pussy licked?” Larissa leaned forward, also interested.

Sue smiled. “Oh, it’s awesome! Warm and wet, and it’s nothing like when you touch yourself, because you don’t know what he’s gonna do, so it’s a little like being tickled…with his tongue…does that make sense?”

Larissa nodded. “Yeah, like when he was fingering me, it’s so much better because it’s someone else.” She sighed.

After a while, my parents went out to the mall in the next town over, but Roscoe still wasn’t back. We expected Bella to arrive soon, since church was over, so we waited.

“OWW!”

That muffled cry had come from upstairs. We rushed up and scattered to find the source, but I had an inkling and opened Roscoe’s bedroom door. There, laying back on his bed, was a naked Bella, with a likewise naked Roscoe between her legs.

“Don’t move don’t move…” Bella was urging him, her arms around his chest and her feet planted onto the bed on either side of his hips, her toes splayed.

Larissa and Sue rushed up behind me and gasped at the sight, causing the entwined lovers to turn their heads in surprise.

“Um…” Roscoe ummed, but he stayed still, as Bella had requested.

Sue stared. “Is he INSIDE her?!”

We moved forward to get a better view. Sure enough, a couple inches of my brother’s cock had penetrated the formerly virginal young woman’s pussy.

Bella looked over at us. “We…ugh…got here at the same time, and since it was my turn…unh…I convinced him to take me to his room.”

Sue sat on the bed next to them. “And then to fuck you?”

Larissa sat on the opposite side. “They’re not fucking yet.”

Roscoe spoke up, “I tried my fingers, and then my tongue, but she said something was missing, so…um, can I move now, Bella?”

She considered. “Yeah…?” Then she gasped as he pushed another inch inside of her. “Umn…pull back a bit and try again, please.”

He did so, and when he pushed back into her, most of him slipped ataşehir escort inside. I had pulled over my brother’s desk chair to get a better view of him deflowering my friend. “How do you feel, Bella?” I asked.

“Ummf…soo full…ohwoww…” she moaned as Roscoe carefully pulled back and pushed inside her again. This time all of him went in. “Huhh…”

“Can I go faster?” he asked. She nodded, and he picked up the pace.

“Now they’re fucking,” Larissa commented.

Roscoe was right in line with the tall girl’s B-cup breasts as he thrust, so he took one of her strawberry nipples into his mouth. “Ohm.”

She gasped and arched her back, pressing her boob harder into his mouth. “I…I feel like I gotta pee again…uhh…uhh…”

“Don’t stop!” Sue advised her. “It’s probably the orgasm coming, like Larissa said last night.”

“Huhh…uhuuh!” Bella’s whole body was shaking as Roscoe kept thrusting into her. “Ohh…ohwoww…woww…”

I had been paying so much attention to Bella’s first intercourse and possible orgasm that I hadn’t been tracking Roscoe’s. He was grunting and thrusting faster inside her.

“HUHHH!” Bella’s eyes opened wide and she opened her mouth in a scream. “AAHHHH!” At this point, her spasming pussy must have set Roscoe off.

“Unhh! Shiiiit!” he cried out as he slammed into her fast.

Then I realized the danger Bella was in. “Ros! Pull out!”

“NO DONNNN’T!” Bella’s long legs wrapped themselves about my brother as she rutted her pleasure-filled body up at him. “AAIIEEE!!” Her eyes went wide, her body shuddered as her back arched even more, and then she seemed to lose control of her extremities as her orgasm crested. “UHUHUHUH!”

Now freed of her powerless legs, Roscoe quickly pulled back, but he was already mid-cum. A spurt of his dangerous seed splattered right onto Bella’s splayed pussy lips.

Then the unexpected happened. She screamed again and her vagina seemed to explode, a watery blast arcing out and splashing onto Roscoe’s stomach and cock.

“What the fuck?” Sue and Larissa said at once.

Another spurt of Bella’s cum erupted, this time hitting his thighs, as she cried out one last time and then fell back onto the bed, seemingly unconscious.

“Did she just pee all over me?” Roscoe asked, looking horrified.

“So she DID need to pee!” Larissa said.

Sue moved forward to caress Bella’s face. “Bella? Sweetie?”

Larissa drew close. “It doesn’t smell like pee.”

I moved forward as well. “Bella?” She wasn’t responding. I turned to Roscoe. “How much did you cum in her?”

He looked sheepish. “Um…most of it. She wouldn’t let me go…you saw.”

I looked at the mess on his bed between him and Bella. I could see semen mixed in with a little bit of blood and the clear stuff that she had discharged. I hoped that meant that there wasn’t much left inside her. Still, any amount could knock her up!

Then I remembered something, and dashed from the room.

“June?” Sue called after me.

I rushed into the garage and rifled through some old boxes. I remembered before last Christmas, when I had been searching for where our parents might have hidden our presents, and instead I had found…there they were! I grabbed one and headed back.

“Where did you go?” Sue asked as I came back in.

Bella was awake again, though she seemed bewildered. I ataşehir escort bayan twisted the plastic dial, popped out a pink pill, and handed it to her. “Here, Bella, swallow this.”

“What…is it?” She asked as she regarded the small, circular tablet.

“Birth control. I found my Mom’s old stash last year, packed away. She doesn’t need them anymore because of her operation.”

Bella considered the pill. “I…don’t know if I should. The bible says…”

I took her hand and moved it closer to her face. “The bible doesn’t say shit about birth control pills, Bella. My brother just put some of the stuff that makes babies inside of you, so if you don’t want to become a mother and fuck up your college plans, take it.”

She put the pill into her mouth and swallowed it.

“How many of those are left?” Sue asked as she looked at the plastic dial in my hands.

“Lots,” I responded. “There are a few more of these in the garage. Looks like they hold 30, though there’s only about half of that left in this one.”

“And you just take one each time you have sex so you don’t get preggers?” Larissa asked, her eyes wide.

At this point I should explain something. Remember back in Chapter 1 when I said that this was back in the 90’s? We didn’t have the sum total of all human knowledge at our fingertips like we do today with our smartphones, and the only Internet access we had back in those days was dial-up, so you had to purposefully connect using a phone line, you know, the ‘bee-dah-bee-dah-bee!’ sound, and it was slow. Also, if someone picked up the line to make a call, you got disconnected. Because of that, none of us really knew any better. They certainly didn’t explain how birth control pills worked in health class; all they told us was to not have sex…yeah, right! Also, the pills didn’t come with any instructions. Anyway, all of that, combined with how self-assured I felt with the answer to all of our problems there in my hand, caused me to answer ignorantly, and that pretty much fucked everything up:

“Yep!”

“Me next, then!” Sulu declared as she started pulling her clothes off.

“Sue, I’m not sure that Roscoe’s going to be able to…” I trailed off as I beheld my brother’s cock, once again standing at full attention. “…uhh…”

He looked at me apologetically as he wiped the last of Bella’s cum from his body with his t-shirt. “It’s all the talk of making babies.”

“Yes!” Sue, now naked, danced around the side of the bed. “Sit here, Ros.”

Roscoe sat on the edge of the bed and Sulu clambered into his lap, facing him and rubbing her very wet pussy along his shaft. Soon, she was able to slot the head between her vaginal lips, though as she pushed down it popped right back out. “Damnit!”

“Let me…” Roscoe reached down, grabbed her tight little buttcheeks, and held her up as she once again positioned her pussy above his cock. She gritted her teeth as the two of them finally got it working, and the head of his penis slipped into her tiny body.

“Ehh!” she grunted in discomfort. “Shit, that’s big.” Then she took a big breath and pushed down. “Ooohh…”

“So hot…” Larissa commented as she sat next to them on the bed to watch. I sat on the other side, amazed at how my brother’s sizable member could fit inside Sulu’s teeny body.

Bella stumbled from the bed. “I really do have to pee now…” escort ataşehir the tall girl mumbled as she headed unsteadily toward the bathroom.

“Hngg!” Sue had pulled up a bit and slid down again, and then put her arms around Ros’ neck to hold herself up. “Huff…huff…wow, she wasn’t kidding about feeling full. How much is left, Lariss?”

Larissa bent down. “About half.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Shit…” Sue held her breath and repeated the up and down movement, and then again.

I could see by this point that she had taken most of it, but there were still a couple of inches to go. “It didn’t hurt to lose your cherry, Sue?” I asked, thinking about Bella’s loud cry earlier.

She shook her head. “Lost it one day after doing a really wide splits exercise…ehh. Thought my period had come early, but then I was really sore for a few days, and ‘the monthly water’ arrived a few days after that. Uhh…ohh…HAHH!”

Sue had managed to take all of Roscoe inside her, and she stayed there, fully embedded on his cock. “Ohh, wow…I can feel his pulse…”

“You’re really tight, Sue,” Roscoe moaned.

I looked at the clock. “We should finish up before Mom and Dad get back. Start moving, Sue.”

“O-okay…” she said, unsteadily, and wrapped her legs around Roscoe in order to lift herself up. “Jeez…” She rose halfway up Roscoe’s dick, and then dropped down, probably a bit harder than she had intended to. “Ackh!”

“Mmh!” Roscoe moaned.

On her next thrust, Sue controlled herself a bit better, and she moaned instead of crying out as he softly bottomed out inside her again.

“This still isn’t fast enough. Maybe change position?” I suggested.

“No,” she whined, “I wanna do it.”

Larissa moved closer. “Well, if she cums, he probably will too, and we know how to get her off.” She pushed Sue back a little to make room, and then took one of the Asian beauty’s small nipples into her mouth.

Both Sue and I gasped, though hers was more pronounced. I also heard another gasp from the bedroom door. I turned to see Bella there, one hand covering her mouth.

“Mm! C’mon, June, lick the other one and this’ll be over quick,” Larissa urged me before returning her mouth to Sue’s nipple.

“Huhh…huhh…” Sue gasped as she rode Roscoe harder.

I moved forward, very aware that my brother’s firm chest was right next to my head, and took Sue’s other nipple into my mouth before giving it a light suck.

“Hahh! Ohh!” Sue was riding Roscoe hard now, almost frantically. Finally, she arched her back. “Haaiiee!! Fuuuuckkk!”

“UNGH!” Roscoe grunted, and I knew that Sue’s pussy must have gripped him hard as she came, causing his own orgasm to rush up his cock and inseminate my oldest friend. Larissa and I pulled our heads back to watch.

Sue’s eyes popped open as she felt his hot cum fill her up. “Ohhh! Roscoooe! Huhh! Unhh!”

“Ngh! Ungh!” After a few more seconds of grunting and groaning, my brother fell back onto the bed, spent. Sue fell forward with him, still shaking with afterorgasms.

Larissa sat back on the bed. “I’m first next time, right?”

I made sure that Sue took a birth control pill and then all of our friends headed out. Roscoe’s bed was an absolute mess from all of the sex, though it was mostly from Bella’s orgasmic explosion. That had been insane! Were her orgasms normally like that, or did the intensity of her first intercourse and insemination cause her to spurt cum everywhere? I didn’t know, and since this was her first orgasm, she wouldn’t have any idea either.

I was feeling a bit weird from having sucked on Sulu’s nipples, but the sexy afternoon had totally made me horny. Alone in my room later, I was able to cum twice on my fingers.

To be continued…

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Matt and Morgan : Fucking Wife and Husband

I have a buddy named Matt. He’s six feet tall, built like a basketball player, and very submissive. The kind of guy who doesn’t talk in front of a lot of people but when you get him in a small group he’s the nastiest mouthed motherfucker in the room. I’ve been his bull through 10 years and two marriages. I’m the one who helped Matt and Morgan open their marriage, the first guy to make Morgan squirt, the first one to fist her, the first guy whose cum Matt ever ate, and a good chunk of why they lasted as long as they did together.

You see, Matt is one of those guys who was always assumed straight until he opens his mouth to say something obscene. Before I met him, and before he and Morgan started hanging out with swingers, he must have been too shy to let those thoughts out. He was 22 when I met him, two years older than me. He and Morgan had gotten married at 17 like absolute dumbasses hopeless romantics. I didn’t know it when he messaged me on Grindr from a faceless profile, but the three of us had gone to the same high school. I was home from university for a break when he sent me a dick pic and a pulitzer-worthy introduction: “So you fuck guys and girls?”

“Why? You got a wife?” I replied. I sent a dick pic back.

“I do but she doesn’t know. We don’t satisfy each other anymore.”

“I know a guy that sells boner pills if that’s the problem.”

“Lol maybe. I think I might be gay. Can I try sucking your cock?”

I remember rolling my eyes when I got his message. It is my firm personal belief that no truly heterosexual man downloads a gay hookup app unless he’s chasing after trans women. I can’t prove it but I also believe that upwards of 80% of those dudes are just using the dolls as an excuse to act out the straight guy-gay guy fantasy.

“Sure. Can I try fucking your wife?”

“She’s not the type to do that.”

“Let her tell me that. You’d be surprised how many wives think about fucking strangers every day.”

“Really? You fuck a lot of married women?”

He sent a badly taken picture of his ass.

“Come suck my dick and I’ll show my home videos,” I texted back.

“Location?”

I told him. When he got to my house I stripped him down and made him beg for my cock while we watched swinger videos starring yours truly. I got down and grasped his cock, holding it tight and breathing on it while he watched me plow a married woman in the missionary position as her husband rimmed me. I took his face in my hands and put my thumb in his mouth. He sucked it like a little cock. He had a face like a Polish model. With the right haircut and some bigger biceps he could have looked like a porn star. (He would eventually end up looking like a porn star). I thought he was cute enough to fuck twice so I tested him to see what kind of man he was.

“Call your wife and tell her she can have an affair if it makes her happy,” I told him firmly, then took his cock head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.

He moaned like a little bitch.

“Are you serious?”

“Do it or I won’t fuck you.”

“I can’t,” he said, still moaning.

“You will,” I said. I took my mouth off and handed him his cell phone. “Do it.”

At this point most guys get up and start getting dressed if they really have a wife. They’re not willing to risk the marriage or allow her to have the same freedoms they want. So I laugh at them while they huff out with a boner. Sometimes a guy will come clean that there is no wife and we’ll flip fuck for a few hours. But Matt took the cellphone, dialed his wife, and straight up told her.

She asked him if he had cheated. He said he was thinking about it. Then he said he was going to try having sex with a man. Followed by some very sappy words about their connection and an oddly hot eulogy for their sex life. He told her she could set the rules. That the most important thing was her being fulfilled like she used to be.That he could get dressed, come home, and be faithful again if that’s what she wanted but he would never again ask her to resist her desires for someone else. She said she had come close to cheating twice before and was still thinking about it. Next thing I know she was touching herself and he was asking me to suck his cock. I was happy to slobber on his knob and finger his ass. They shared their fantasies of extramarital affairs. bahçeşehir escort They talked about swinging.

I had three fingers in his hole when he asked his wife if she wanted to hear him get fucked in the ass. I asked for the phone then. He shyly handed it over.

“Hey Mrs….”

“Just call me Morgan.”

“Zeke.”

It was the start of a beautiful friendship. We talked for an hour and a half getting to know one another while I fucked her husband. I sent her a few videos. She sent us a video of her pretty pussy stuffed with three fingers. I sent her the same pictures that had lured Matt plus a few vids from my porn page. She told me she wanted to try my dick but was nervous because of the size. I told her that her husband was doing just fine with it. She got off again listening to me cumming inside her husband.

“Now suck my balls if you want your phone back,” I told him. As my thick, uncut, cum covered cock rested on his face I encouraged her to make the most of their newfound dynamic. “If he’s not sexually satisfying you but you’re giving clear instructions, maybe he just needs to be punished for following directions poorly. Good sex is mostly listening. Right, Matt?”

He blushed, saying yes around my balls.

“He says yes,” I told her. And I listened to her tell me what she didn’t like about sex with him. I listened to her tell me about what she hadn’t been getting that she felt she needed. After we got off the phone, I had Matt move on from sucking my balls and instead suck my dick clean. This lead to his first ever throat fucking. While I coached him on relaxing his throat, I told him what Morgan had told me about her unmet needs.

I offered him some coaching and he humbly accepted. (For guys like Matt, a throat full of cock usually has a humbling effect).

Making him talk to me with my shaft making it hard for him to breath made me bust. He gagged around me but the boy never let me feel a tooth. I’ll give him that.

I jacked him off, let him cum, and sent him home with a workout plan. We set a date for me to come over and put him through some reps. That’s when I met Morgan face to face for the first time.

It was four days after I fucked Matt. She and I had sent nudes every day. I brought my duffel bag and wore my Puma tracksuit straight from the barbershop to their house. Matt answered the door and told me she was getting ready.

“Then let’s work out now so we can relax later,” I told him, looking up at him.

He submitted immediately, practically while I was still in the doorway. I told him what to do and how. I showed him proper form. Me telling him what to do actually made his dick hard. So much so that when Morgan approached from behind me, his face turned beet red.

“Hi Zeke,” she said all sexy.

I turned around and my jaw dropped. This woman looked like a damned pin up doll. The socially gay part of me was impressed by her impeccably curled hair, full face of makeup, and tailored wardrobe. The part of me that makes love to married women wanted to see if she had matching lingerie underneath and very carefully get put somewhere safe so I could annihilate her ability to walk. So I asked if we could do that while Matt finished his reps. She obliged.

She let him join us in their bedroom. As he resumed his wall-sits, I kissed Morgan. Her red hair tickled my chest. She brought my hands to her juicy ass. I spread her cheeks and traced around her ass hole with a finger. She shivered into me, arching her ass back, and kissed me deeper. I spread her pussy lips gently and lightly touched her clit. She bucked against my hand, humping. I just kissed her and encouraged her with my voice. She tried to grab my cock but I stopped her and put her hands on her breasts. She squeezed them showily and first but then got into it. I gave her one hand to rub her clit on and used the other to spread her while gently pressing my finger into her wet snatch. She pushed back on it, forcing my finger in. I hooked it around her G-spot and felt her entire body shudder. She fucked my hands standing up, playing with her nipples while I praised her for doing well and gave her long, slow kisses. Meanwhile Matt struggled to maintain the wall-sit.

“Very good, Morgan,” I moaned into her mouth. She came right then, gushing just a little on my finger. I moved bahçeşehir escort bayan my hooked finger up and down, pressing on her G-spot as she orgasmed, and I brought my palm closer to her clit. She yelled, then choked up a little, and squirted all down her legs and onto my sweats. “Very good! That’s so hot.”

“Cum in me,” she gasped. “Please fuck me raw.”

“I got tested since Matt. Did both of you?”

“Yeah.”

“Which hole do you want me to cum in?”

“The one you’re in right now.”

“Got it.”

I picked her up and gentle laid her on her back, then ate her out carefully. When she begged for my cock, I stopped eating her out and told Matt he could take a short break and come put me in his wife.

She moaned watching him grasp my cock and then again as he positioned me at her entrance. I stroked her shallowly at first, easing her in, then went deep. She was so cute feeling me stretch her out. She wrapped her legs around me and rocked.

“Do your lunges,” I told him.

He did it.

I rocked inside her, feeling her gush on my bare cock. She reached to play with my balls. I moaned as she played with my hole.I put her legs up higher and slammed rhythmically into her sweet spot. She touched her clit and made herself squirt on my cock.

“Very good, Morgan.”

She blushed and kept on bucking and rubbing and cumming.

“How does his big fat cock feel inside you, honey?” he asked, like every cuckold in existence.

“You know that it feels amazing. You had it first,” she said, waving him off.

I laughed and asked her if she wanted to be on top.

She told me to keep fucking her like that until she came again, and I did. Then I put her on top and let her use me for her pleasure. I lost track of how many times she came on my dick. She leaned back, furiously rubbing her clit. She leaned forward, kissing me and heaving. She bounced on it, fucking herself as hard as she could handle. She wiggled on me. When she wore herself out, I got back on top, and put her legs up on me shoulders and deep dicked her. When I couldn’t take anymore of her hot, wet pussy I emptied my balls into her and told Matt to come clean it up. He was shy at first but he was eager to please both of us, so he did it. Then he sucked me clean.

We let him jack off while he sniffed our feet and we made out. He came in his hands and when I told him to eat it he did.

From then on Morgan texted me anytime she wanted someone for marathon sex but Matt got better at laying pipe so she wasn’t so unsatisfied with him. About once a week he would come over to my house and suck me off in exchange for me letting him fuck my fleshlight after I came in it. While he fucked the fleghlight, I would tell him what to do. After a while he didn’t fuck like a fish out of water or cum too quickly.

They let me convince them both to come to a swinger party before I left town again that first summer we fooled around. It was one of those typical situations where more than half the people there are three times my age and everyone is at least a little bisexual. Poolside flirting at a hotel led to everybody fucking in the honeymoon suite. Morgan and I were talking on one of the couches while Matt was worshipping our feet. Some fifty year olds were swapping very athletically on the bed. Morgan’s eyes filled with hunger as she started at the door at my friend who had just walked in.

“Robbie! What the fuck? You’re in town?” I yelled at him.

“Caught me!” he yelled back and run to squat and give me a hug.

He kissed Morgan’s cheek after mine.

“Hi I’m Robbie.”

“Hi I’m Morgan,” she said, and while keeping eye contact with him, she pulled Matt’s leash to make him eat her out. “Want to sit over here?”

Robbie and Morgan hit it off instantly. He sat between us and they started chatting like great pals while Matt ate her pussy and rubbed my feet. Robbie was cuddling on me from the start but gradually got feelier until I caught his eye and saw that look he gives me when he wants me to suck his cock.

Now, Robbie and I had been friends for years at this point. He’s one of my best friends to this day. He always says I’ve probably sucked his cock more than anyone else. And even though he dates around ( a lot) and fucks around (a lot) it’s still probably true. I love him. escort bahçeşehir He’s my bro. Except we do things brothers shouldn’t. So he’s my Robbie.

Anyway, I get the look and I start sucking his cock. Matt and I start having a whole conversation with our eyes. We’re sucking them off, looking up at those two, looking at each other, rolling our eyes, jacking off, catching each other jacking off, rolling our eyes, looking back at these two, back at each other. The whole time Morgan and Robbie are just talk talk talking. The people on the bed cum. They get off the bed. A man and two women come to the couch and start fucking next to us. These two are still chatting and humping our faces. So finally I get impatient and I say, “Robbie you haven’t seen me in how long? Are you going to fuck me or what?”

Robbie turned from Morgan, looked at me and pulled me up off my knees. He kissed me on the lips and got up, pulled Morgan up, and pulled us both to the bed.

“Yes, I’m going to fuck you,” he said sarcastically, then kissed me again, and then started undressing me. He flipped me over, kissed my back, as he took my boxers off, and called out for someone to bring lube. Some kind stranger obliged. He slicked up his dick, and played with my ass, saying, “I’ll always fuck you, Zeke. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was in town. It’s a brief visit.”

He worked his fingers into me.

“Uhuh, whatever,” I moaned. Morgan sat down beside where I was kneeling doggy style. We kissed while he fingered me. “You see how he treats his best friend?”

“Mhmmm,” she said, stroking my cock as we kissed.

It felt so good. He put his cock in me and it felt even better. I arched my back and pushed back on his dick like a good bottom. I worked my hips, milking him as I got used to his size, then slamming him once I could take it. He told me I had the best ass in the city. Then he and Morgan started chatting about how good I am in bed.

“Give me Matt,” I told her, rolling my eyes, and stopped trying to kiss her.

But Matt wasn’t really a good kisser and I didn’t feel like teaching him at that moment so I told him to suck me off while he fingered Morgan. Morgan liked this idea. To my credit, I made it difficult for Robbie to talk. He held off on cumming for as long as he could manage but I know exactly what he likes so it didn’t take long once I decided to stop teasing him.

As usual, seeing and hearing men cum inside one another made Morgan want to be a cumslut too. She asked me if I could do the honors. I said yes, as long as Matt would eat me out first. He did, like a good cuck, and I upheld my end of the bargain. Robbie ate her out while I was fucking her and even beat Matt in a wrestling match to see who could get to eat our creampie. Robbie, being a beefcake, naturally one. And after he had eaten my load out of Morgan, she rode another load out of him. Matt ate that one too. Strangers came to join us since we were hogging the bed for a long time and I was surprised how readily both Matt and Morgan took to fucking them. Morgan made out with one of the only women around in our age range. Matt let an older gentleman use his hole. Robbie and I made out while we each fucked one of two MILFS who were best friends (Millie and Sunshine). I took Millie and he took Sunshine. Both of them were squirters we’d fucked at previous parties.

Morgan met a few guys that night who she fooled around with when I was out of town. For a while, she was starting to date a woman. Matt brought a few more bi bulls over to cuckold him. But mostly, what Matt, Morgan, Robbie, and I had was unique. I finished school and moved back. We had a good two years of fairly regular dates- about the same amount of time as I had working for a big tech company. Then Morgan and Matt split up. They insisted no one had to pick sides. They even showed up the same swinger party a few times and fucked. But they got divorced. Matt moved out. A few months later, Morgan moved in with a new girlfriend and told us she was going monogamous. I left and took a vow of celibacy but always stayed in touch with Matt. After seminary school, I came back and did the priest thing. Matt, Robbie, and Morgan would visit my church sometimes and since Morgan’s girlfriend felt secure that none of them would try anything on holy ground, it was a good time for Morgan and Robbie to enjoy their weird soul connection. Morgan and Matt got to keep in touch.

But the priest thing didn’t last long. I married Morgan to her girlfriend (after I was already excommunicated). I moved away again, this time for work. When I moved back home yet again, bruised by the world of startups I got to meet Matt’s new husband.

Part 2: Fucking Husband and Husband

Coming soon

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