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Like in the last chapter, a condom is not used in this story…always protect yourself in real life! All characters are 18 or older.

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Cameras! One. Two. Three on the walls. One on the ceiling, over the couch…the bed…the bed that I am still laying on, after Dad has taken my virgin ass with a strong fuck from his powerful body. And Peter – Peter has barely pulled his softening cock out of my throat, after filling my belly with his copious nut. I’ve pulled myself up onto my elbows.

“No, Douggy. It’s okay.” Peter is hugging my shoulders; and ‘Dad’ has backed away. Dad, my ass!

“How Could You?!” My voice is loud and strong. My eyes are full of tears, as they pierce those of the man who deceived me. The wetness is dripping onto my warm chest. I can’t stop sobbing!

“Douglas. All will become clear. Peter and I can explain…we have a plan to…”

“A PLAN?! You took an innocent kid and have ruined my life! Who has seen all this? Why? I trusted you. I TRUSTED you!!” I tear away from Peters’ arms and start to lunge off the bed toward Tad. He backs up into the desk and almost falls over. Peter has bolted his body on top of mine – his crotch on mine, his body leaning down, pressing me back into the bed. Peter has his strong hands on my shoulders, pinning me so I can’t move; but I can still cry. I am lost. Totally and completely lost.

“Listen. Listen to me.” Words in Peters’ voice. I can’t see a thing for the tears in my eyes. All my life I’ve felt alone. I never fit in. I’m not a complainer, or too loud, or anything negative that I can think of. But my self esteem has always been so low that others just shy away after a while. I thought…I thought I had found a mentor and friend in these two. I just wanted to be liked. To be a part of something. But now…

“YOU’RE BOTH MONSTERS!!” Tad is moving toward me. He is holding a rag. The rag is now on my nose, on my mouth…on…my…

Part 2 –

“Douggy. Douggy. Wake up, Douggy.” It’s Peter. How is he in my head? Maybe if I open my eyes, I can…

“Earth to Douggy! How many fingers do you see?” His hand is in the ‘V’ for victory.

“Two. I see two.” I feel weak. Maybe that’s why I can’t get up. No. That’s not why. My arms are tied down to the bed! Oh, God. They’re going to kill me!

“HEELLLPPP!” Plop. Peter has his mitt covering my mouth. His face is close to mine. My eyes are bulging. Fear is everywhere.

“He had to. Tad had to calm you down. You’re good. No one is hurting you. The cameras are off. If I let you talk, promise you’ll listen and not go wild?” What else can I do? I have no choice. I showed these guys my belly, like a friendly and trusting dog, and they pulled me down into Hell. So I nod. His hand moves to my chest.

“Where is he?” I don’t see Tad anywhere.

“He thought it best to just have me explain the…situation.” Peter has his eyes locked onto mine. Damn. Even in this trapped state, my mind and body are still attracted to him! He’s a man. He’s a real man; and I am nothing. I just want to be…to be…

“Please, Douggy. Stop crying. Please. Look – you can take your arms out of the ropes. They’re just fake knots – we use them for some of the scenes.” He’s right. My hands slip out of the ropes real easy. Easy enough to move like lightning, and lunge for Peters’ throat!

“EHIHNN” He is shaking his head left to right. His eyes are wide and flaring at me. This is my chance to get away!

“DOUGLAS! NO!!” Tad is prying my fingers off Peters’ throat. There are red lines where I was choking him. I flop back down onto the bed, motionless. altyazılı porno There are two of them now. I am done for.

“All I wanted was to get help with my drawing. Even when my body betrayed my interest in men, it still seemed innocent enough. I mean, you knew what to say, what to do, how to make me feel…to feel like I was learning things, new skills. What are you going to do with me?” I have no strength left. I just want this to be over.

“Let’s get the couch back up. Peter, please help Douglas to the chair.” They push the bed into the couch position again. “Okay. Peter and Douglas, the two of you on the couch, please.” Tad sits in the chair facing us. “We have a lot to talk about, the three of us, but Peter first.” I am sitting with my hands on my lap, looking straight ahead. Peter is sitting next to me, his body is twisted so his face can be close to mine. The two of us are still naked. Only Tad has his smock on.

“I came here like you did, Douggy, in need of mentoring for my art class. Like you, I also needed more than I was aware of. Tad isn’t a bad guy, Doug, he just is very observant, and he has his own needs, too. You’re a soft and gentle soul, Douggy, and I am a college jock, but we have more in common than you realize. Tad too. We all want the same thing.” I lift my gaze up a bit to peer into Peters’ eyes.

“What?”

“We want to be accepted for what, for who we are. To be part of something better. To be…loved.” My face is as blank as my will to fight. Where is this all going?

“Tad is great at art history, drawing, and teaching. He lives alone, with something missing. I have my sports, my confidence, and my positive outlook, yet I’m lonely, and need more. You know you feel lost in this life, without a rudder, don’t you, Douggy?” He’s right about that.

“So what?”

“So Tad and I have figured a way for us all to get what we want.”

Part 3 –

“You found a good level of comfort with us, like Tad and I have found with you, right?” I nod.

“I was the one to suggest the cameras.” It was Peter?

“None of us has any real money; and there are tons of online sites paying big for the kind of stuff Tad and I were just keeping to ourselves! We’ve split 4K in the last two weeks alone! And with you onboard, we can double that! We do a lot of real good editing – make the scenes part of a larger story about the art and architecture that we all love. I’ll show you a few of the uploads we’ve made. None of your scenes are online…yet – not until you approve.”

“Do this for money, for my whole lifetime?”

“Just until we get going. We’ll concentrate on investments. Maybe get into housing rehab, owning commercial property, having guest houses near the parks…” Peter looks excited. Tad is nodding in approval.

“Our contacts are only with a few secure sites, Douglas. Their technology blocks subscribers from recording. They can only view our scenes once, then they get deleted automatically. We get paid – in advance – through ‘Pay Perfect’, right into our joint account. We’d love to add your name on that account, Douglas.” Tad looks pensive. I have to think about this.

“Can I have some water, please?”

“Why don’t the two of you take a shower – there’s a cup near the sink for you, Douglas – and work this out between the two of you. I’ll be okay with whatever you decide.”

Peter gets up first. He is extending his hand to me, looking hopeful. I reach out. His arm is going around my shoulder. Our hips nudge at each other as we walk to the shower. Peter just leaned over and placed a kiss on the side of my türkçe altyazılı porno head. It is meant to reassure me, and it does. It is also getting me aroused.

“You and I are like the perfect statues in the study, Douggy. We have our young bodies, with plenty of what Tad calls ‘heat’. It’s just the kind of thing that a lot of guys like to see, and will pay for.” He turns on the overhead shower, and we step in. Tad has followed us into the bathroom, and is carrying a hand-held camera. Whatever. I don’t care, anymore.

“Hold me in your arms, Douggy.” I do as he says. Still submissive as always. “Put your head on my chest. That’s it. Can you hear my heart beating?” All I can hear is the sound of the shower water as it gently wets us both, soaking our hair, faces, everything. I even forgot my drink. What the hell, water is water. I lift my head to the ceiling, open my mouth, and take in some of the warm droplets. It feels as good in my mouth as Peters’ arms feel holding my body to his. He is kissing my out-stretched neck. God, that feels good.

“We look like two entwined marble statues, you and I.” I need this. I need to feel held. To feel wanted. My head goes back to Peters’ chest. I hear it now, and I feel it. His heart is beating strongly under the tight muscles of his chest, making a sound at my ear like that of a drum. My own heart is pumping faster now; and pumping blood down under into my slowly thickening penis. Sex. Money. Investments. All with Tad, and with Peter? As if on cue, Peter seems to respond.

“This part of our ‘sculpture’ needs some attention!” Peter is lifting my penis to the horizontal, and it is plumping to attention even faster now. “Watch how my mouth and throat take on the appearance of fine marble, Doug.” Oh…oh, yeah…he’s taking in my full length. His mouth is warm, and wet. Everything is wet…and warm, and… I look down and I can see what Peter is talking about. I can see the bulge of my cock as it fills his mouth and throat, just like an artist sculpts the bulge into a statue. The water is dripping lazily over the highest part of the bulge; and running around it at the creases like cum does in a guys lower belly – his ‘cum gutters’. He pulls off my dick.

“Get the picture, Doug? Can you see how we can make ourselves into works of art, while having our fun, AND making money?!” Guess it makes sense. Right now I’ll settle for having Peters’ mouth back on my dick!

“Your turn.” I lower myself to his crotch, dragging my wet hands slowly over the curves and hard muscles of his chest, his ribs, his abs, his belly. Peter is standing proud, and only my mouth needs to open to take him in. My hands can continue to caress his warm and wonderful body.

“I am the statue, Doug. You are the adoring patron of the arts. Put yourself into the scene. Pull the heat from my cold and lifeless marble. Yeah, that’s it. Marble like me loves to be touched, to be caressed, to be made love to.” My hands are busy feeling the marble…feeling the wet flesh of Peters’ plump and hard ass cheeks. My mouth is busy gently suckling on his engorged rod. My mind is somewhere between logic and capitulation to euphoria.

“Better stand up, Douggy. You’re too good at this! Let me guide you to a lesson I think you’ll like even more.” Even more? How is that possible?

“We keep a tube of lube here in the shower.” Peter has turned his back to me, with his palms flat on the wall. His legs are spread to the side. His butt is arching toward me.

“Peter. I…I don’t think I can…” My mind is flashing with thoughts of inadequacy, and submissiveness. He hd altyazılı porno wants me to take his body! He wants me to ‘top’ him as he bottoms. He wants me to… He wants…

“You CAN, Doug. I have confidence in you.” Wish I had the same confidence in myself!

“Okay, I’ll try.” I grab the bottle, squeeze a big wad onto my fingers, and place them onto his hole. We are outside of the main spray from the shower head, but some water is still gently cascading over us. My fingers are pushing the lube into Peters’ hole. I don’t know where the notion is coming from, but I suddenly want to plunge my finger in there as well.

“Oh, yeah, Douggy. That’s it. Work it! Loosen me up good. I want you to slide in nice and easy for your first time.” Well, my finger sure is sliding in okay. Now two. Now three. If my cock goes in this good…if I can stay hard…if…if… I glance down at my rod. It is erect and strong, and pulsing with life. To hell with feeling inadequate! I have a big, hot, wet ass to fuck!

“Whoa! Okay! We’re good! Just a bit surprised at how quickly you found your…confidence.” Yes I did! And my cock has found its home – deep inside of Peters’ hot ass channel. I even feel the need for a closeup! With my arms wrapping around Peters’ chest, and my body pressed close to his arched back, I am slowly moving my head to the side, facing the camera, and giving a nice, big, confident smile!

“Peter?” His head is hanging low, and he is breathing deep.

“Fuck me, Doug. Just shut up and fuck me! Talk to me when we’re done.” Now, you know, I like doing what I’m told!

“OH. Oh, Yeah. Like that.”

“I’m real close, Peter. I really want to cum inside of you. Is that okay?” Maybe I went too far. I can’t take it back, though. Why doesn’t he answer me?

“Yes. Yes. Give that load to me!” He is breathing roughly. I am thrusting into his ass with all my might; and my balls are slapping into his taint with a thud, even banging right into his own nuts with every inward push. It all feels wonderful. I’m actually fucking Peters’ body! My cock is filling him completely. His channel feels like a vise. We are being filmed so that men everywhere can pay us, and get off watching us…watching us…FUCK!!

“Douggy! YES!!” Peters’ body is lurching, and I am holding him tight as we both ride out our ejaculations. His ropes are dripping down the shower wall; and mine are dripping down his channel, deep into his body, seeding him real good.

“Damn, Douggy! That was awesome, dude!” Me? Awesome? I guess.

“Let’s shower off and talk about the details.”

Final –

“Peter. I need to tell you what I felt. You know…in the shower.”

“Sure.” Tad is listening as we towel off. He’s still filming and recording.

“I felt, well, I felt like I was completing my destiny, as a man. Please don’t laugh, Peter.”

“I won’t laugh, Doug. I know the feeling. Go on.” He’s giving me confidence. I need that.

“So, besides how great it was to feel my dick sliding inside of you, when I came, it was like our connection shot to a whole new level. I felt a wave of accomplishment rush through me, and a sense of ‘mission’ completed. Now I know you can’t get pregnant, but somewhere in my mind, I felt that I was breeding you! It was wonderful, Peter!”

“Your smile says it all to me, Doug…as it will to our viewers – and we’ll all look forward to more hot scenes like this one. So I take it that you’re ‘in’?”

Tad is lowering the camera, and looking directly at me. Peter is studying my face for a clue. I have my fate before me. I have my answer.

“In you, Tad, I now have my ‘Dad’. In you, Peter, I now have my ‘Brother’. In myself, I now have a new and wonderful belief that I can, and will, find my way in this world, after all. Not alone. None of us alone. All of us – together!!

The End

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Julie had just turned eighteen. She was over six feet tall with short, black hair. She had big, brown eyes and perfect, chiseled features. She had beautiful, 36 C-sized breasts and an athletic body with long, brown legs.

She was beautiful and she knew it, but she hated the attention her beauty drew. She always wore boyish, baggy jeans with a T-shirt, and she usually covered her short haircut with a baseball cap.

Her mother, who had pressured her into participating in beauty contests when she was young, hated the way she hid her beauty, but Julie didn’t care. She just wanted to finish school then go to any university to get a degree in anything.

Even this holiday was not her idea of fun because she could not hide her body on the beach. Her usual beach wear was denim shorts and a wetsuit-type top. She didn’t realize it, but trying to look less sexy actually had the opposite effect. Her long legs were always tanned as she loved going on long hikes on her own. The denim shorts accented her long legs and tight butt. The wetsuit showed off her full boobs, and when it got wet, her long nipples poked through the fabric.

She noticed the guy on the beach as he was a bit overdressed. He had on long pants that he had turned up to walk on the sand. He was wearing a dress shirt and big modern sun glasses.

She felt his eyes on her butt, but she ignored him like all the others. She went for a swim, and walked out of the water to her towel. He looked on as two college guys tried to chat her up with a lame excuse. She dismissed them, not being too friendly.

“Stuck up bitch,” she heard when they walked away.

It didn’t even bug her, as she was in her own little world. It wasn’t as if she didn’t have any sexual feelings, but for the time being she was very happy with her little toys that she always carried with her. She enjoyed playing with herself and she realized long ago that she was multi-orgasmic. She came every private chance she got, but it was only her toys with no other fantasies. She got rid of her hymen a long time ago with one of her bigger toys.

She had kissed boys before, but it irritated her. She once had a heavy petting session with one of her father’s friends, in which she almost went all the way, but after he came in her mouth he couldn’t get it up again.

That was the last of her experiences with men, and she didn’t even think about a repeat performance.

She still felt the stranger’s eyes on her as she took a novel from her bag. It was late afternoon and she caught the last sun while reading her book.

“What the fuck?” she grumbled to herself when she felt a shadow over her.

She shaded her eyes with her hand while she looked up with an irritated look on her face.

It was the stranger, smiling down at her with his perfect white teeth. He didn’t say anything, and just kept on smiling. She couldn’t help but notice his deep blue eyes. It was a strange combination with his dark hair and complexion.

“What?” she barked, very irritated at the disturbance.

He was tall, dark and very handsome. She almost laughed at her random first impression. He had those boyish good looks that made it difficult to determine his age. She guessed that he was in his early to mid-thirties.

“Hi there,” he said and she was surprised at his deep voice.

“Can I help you?” she answered, just wanting the guy to disappear.

He didn’t answer but just sat down next to her. She sat up looking at the uninvited guest.

“I am kind of busy, what do you want?” she spat at him.

He just sat there, staring over the ocean. She looked up and thought about what a beautiful sight it was with the sun setting over the horizon. She decided that she had had enough.

“Please go away,” she said, standing up and gathering her things.

He stood up and offered her his hand.

“Mike Jones,” he said taking her hand in his.

His hands were warm and soft. She looked at his well-manicured fingernails and then she smelled him. It was a delicate, manly smell. His aftershave was not over powering, but just right.

She shrugged her shoulders and pulled her hand out of his. She turned around to leave, thinking that he was going to stop her, but he didn’t.

She felt his eyes on her as she walked away. She was irritated, but she also felt strangely good.

She walked to the parking lot and looked back at the beach. She saw him sitting there, staring at the ocean. It was getting dark, and she saw the glow of a cigarette, or maybe a cigar.

“Who cares?” she thought as she sped away in her car. She enjoyed speed and although the car was an old buggy, she got the most out of it. She was an aggressive driver, and she felt like she owned the road.

She drove fast, weaving through the traffic, annoyed at the slow pace of the holiday-goers.

Her family’s beach house was on a long, private altyazılı porno stretch of beach. She never thought about it, but her parents must be quite well off. They owned a few properties, and even though they only used it once or twice a year, this house had a year-round, full-time staff.

She parked the buggy in front, knowing that it would irritate her fastidious father. Order in his household and order in his life were of utmost importance to him. He was some kind of big shot at the stock market, but all his talk about buy-outs and take-overs went in one ear and out the other.

She walked through the large house, dropping her bag in the kitchen. She saw her mom and dad on the pool deck. She knew that they expected her to greet them when she got home, so she decided to ignore them and went straight up to her room.

She took her clothes off when she walked into the room. She nonchalantly unzipped first her top, then her denims, peeling them off and dropping them on the floor.

She first got her little, waterproof dildo and then walked into her large shower. She put the dildo on the rack and turned the shower on full-blast with cold water. She lathered her hair with shampoo and then started washing the salt off her skin. She enjoyed the feeling of her body, but most of all, she enjoyed the feeling of her full breasts and her tight butt.

She cupped her breasts, feeling their weight. She slowly stroked her sensitive nipples, feeling herself become wet. She took the little, one-inch vibrator, and turned the switch to its highest setting. She went directly for her clit. The vibrating sensation brought her to a quick orgasm. She kept it there and within seconds, she had another. Then it happened.

She suddenly saw Mike’s smiling face in front of her, as if he were watching her. He had a knowing smile, and she imagined his soft hands stroking her, taking the place of the dildo.

She tried to shrug the image off, but she began imagining what he looked like first without his shirt, then without his trousers.

She imagined his fingers on her clit and his mouth on her long, erect nipples. She came for the third time within minutes and fell back on the bench in the shower, waiting for the cold water to cool her down.

At last she got out of the shower feeling refreshed and alive. She walked naked through her room with her hair still wet.

Her usual attire at night was shorts and a T-shirt, but tonight she decided to wear a dress that her mother had bought for her. It was white, long and flowing. She wore no panties but she had to put on a padded bra to hide her aroused nipples. She even touched her lips with light pink lipstick.

She very seldom wore perfume, but she decided to spray on another gift from her mom. She felt sexy, and she knew she looked it while she walked down the stairs.

She could hear chatting in the den and moved towards it. Her father was wearing slacks and a white button-down shirt, and she thought for a moment that he looked quite good for an old man.

Her mother was wearing some designer suit with her hair and makeup as immaculate as always.

There was a woman sitting next to her mom, and she looked exotic with long, dark hair and a South American complexion. She was wearing a long, floral dress with a low neckline showing off her perfect breasts.

Her father smiled at her, and she thought, “He looks so relaxed.”

“Hallo love,” he greeted her.

“Please come and meet Sophia Jones,” he said, steering her to the exotic woman.

Sophia smiled as she took her hand in both of hers. “So pleased to meet you. I must say that you are even more beautiful than your mother described,” Sophia smiled.

Even her voice was exotic, with a faint accent that made it very sexy.

Julie smiled at her mom’s peculiar look and kissed her dad on his cheek.

“Hallo mother,” she said without looking at her.

It was only then that she realized that there was someone else in the room. He was at the mini-bar, pouring a drink. He turned, and the first thing she noticed was his blue, penetrating eyes.

“Oh yes, meet Sophia’s husband, Mike Jones,” her father said.

Mike took her hand in his, smiling at her as if he knew that she just came fantasizing about him. “Very pleased to see you again, and I have to say my wife’s words didn’t describe your beauty enough.”

Her parents looked at her questionably. Mike helped by mentioning their brief meeting on the beach.

She again smelled him, but this time he had the fresh scent of a person that just came out a shower. She couldn’t help but think back to what she had just done in the shower while thinking about him.

Her usually confident dad was falling all over himself sucking up to this man. He kept on complimenting Mike, and she began to feel a fair amount of apprehension towards him. He was so confident in everything he did, and he went along, talking with the other adults, seeming not even to notice Julie.

For the first time in her life she felt like she türkçe altyazılı porno wanted to be noticed. She wanted him to look at her, to acknowledge her like he did on the beach, even to flirt with her a little.

He did engage her in the conversation, however. Whenever she made a point, he listened. He asked her point of view on all matters. When he spoke to her he looked at her with his penetrating eyes, but his eyes never went down to her beautiful body. Mike made her feel like an equal. Although she appreciated that, she also wanted more. She wanted this man to see her as a woman.

It didn’t help that he was obviously in love with his wife. He didn’t miss a chance to steal a kiss or even just to rub her shoulder.

Her mom was flirting outrageously with Mike. Every time she spoke to him, she leaned in to touch his arm or knee.

Mike took it all in his stride, keeping direct eye contact and smiling warmly. His air of confidence told Julie that he was accustomed to this kind of attention.

Sophia included Julie in the discussion as well by asking her opinion and giving her a chance to talk about the things that were important to her. The extra attention from Sophia made her feel grown up and special.

Her dad was constantly mixing margaritas that evening, and he even allowed Julie to have a few. She could feel herself getting light-headed, and she was enjoying the way that Sophia made her feel like an adult.

It was late when the last plate was removed by the servants, and she could hear her mom slurring a good night.

Julie was still chatting to Sophia when she felt Mike’s eyes on her. She hadn’t realized it, but her dad had retired for the evening, leaving her with these two beautiful people.

She looked up, and for the first time in her life, she felt herself getting wet from a man’s stare.

They started saying their goodnights, but she didn’t want them to go. Sophia hugged her then kissed her gently on the lips.

“How soft her lips are,” July thought.

Julie had never thought about kissing a woman until that moment. She kissed her back and felt deprived when Sophia pulled away. She reached out to shake Mike’s hand, again noting the softness of his skin. He pulled her closer, kissing her on the cheek.

“His smell is making me crazy, “she thought.

On the way out the door, Sophia turned around and said, “We are going to a private beach tomorrow, please come with?”

She immediately said yes, looking forward to seeing them again.

“We will pick you up at ten o’clock,” Sophia smiled at her.

Julie couldn’t wait to get up to her room. She ripped off her clothes, and left them scattered on the floor. She was already wet, so she took out one of her big dildos. While still standing, she forced the dildo into her wet pussy.

She came immediately, but kept fucking herself until she came again with the images of Sophia and Mike in her mind. She even came in her sleep, dreaming of these two hot people.

Julie woke up early the next morning, immediately thinking about what to wear. This again was a first for her as she never worried about things like that.

She decided to go shopping. She had enough time before they arrived. She hit the road and stopped at the first swim shop. She grabbed a bikini from the rack. She chose it more for the colour than the style. It was a deep, white colour that she knew would look good with her brown tan. She grabbed a richly coloured sarong from the rack, paid and hurried home.

She saw their car outside when she got home.

“Hi there, beautiful,” Mike greeted her. He opened the car door, and she was very aware of his presence. Sophia smiled a greeting from the front seat. Her deep, brown eyes held Julie’s for a moment before she turned around. Julie could see the swell of her olive- skinned breasts above her light brown bikini top. She blushed when she thought about her fantasies the previous night.

Julie couldn’t see much else after Mike took the wheel. He drove with the same confidence that Julie had noticed the previous night, with clear direction and a devil my care attitude. Julie smiled as she saw his irritation with the slow, holiday traffic, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off the gentle sway of Sophia’s breasts.

They chatted like old friends while they drove down the coast until they reached a small parking area with a well-dressed guard at the gate. He waved them in without stopping them. Julie immediately noticed that all of the cars looked expensive and that the people she could see were all beautiful.

They walked down a paved path slightly hidden away by the brush. Julie’s first glimpse of the beach took her breath away. It was a beautiful sight, a small stretch of white sand flanked by high rocks. The beach was located in a cove, with very small swells gently lapping at the shore. When Julie took her eyes from the scenery and finally took notice of the people there, she was shocked. Some of the men and woman were totally naked. Others were in various stages of hd altyazılı porno undress. The bathers were of all ages. Some looked barely out of their teens with perky breasts and smooth skin, others had obviously seen more summers in the sun with their silvery hair and finely lined faces. They were all beautiful.

As Mike led them down the beach to the closest rocks, people greeted them without anyone looking even a bit self-conscious. Julie was walking behind Sophia. Even with all the naked flesh around her, she couldn’t keep her eyes from Sophia’s gently swaying, full hips which were tightly covered by a sarong.

Mike stopped at the rocks, choosing an even piece of sand between the rocks, almost private from the other bathers. He dropped his towel as the women caught up to him.

He smiled at Julie, and she noticed that he didn’t even have to speak to her to make her feel comfortable. He took his shirt off but left his trunks on. His muscles were well-defined, but not overly bulky. His flat abs and broad shoulders were tanned a deep brown colour that she could see was from the natural sun.

He sat down, looking out at the surf with a slight smile on his lips. Sophia removed the sarong, and Julie could see the length of her legs for the first time. She had long, muscular legs moving up to her full, womanly hips.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Sophia asked while loosening her top. She smiled as she held the top against her full breasts and looked at Julie.

“No,” Julie answered with a head shake. Her mouth was too dry to speak. Sophia held eye contact with Julie while she exposed her breasts. They looked huge with almost no sag and were topped by the most beautiful, big, round nipples. Julie knew that she was staring, but she couldn’t help herself. She blushed when she realized that she was slightly licking her lips.

“Oh, my God, I hope they don’t expect me to get undressed?” she thought.

She showed Sophia her shopping bag, and in a croaking voice she said, “I didn’t have time to put on my suit, and I don’t see any dressing huts.”

“Not to worry,” Sophia said, beckoning her to follow. She walked up further through the rocks until she reached a natural enclosure. She stood back for Julie to enter. Julie looked at her, expecting her to leave, but she just stood there smiling at her. Sophia finally felt her unease, and she turned around and walked away, the smile never leaving her face.

Julie looked around and after making sure that no one could see her, she pulled her shirt off and quickly removed her bra. She was now wearing only shorts, which made her feel very exposed but also very sexy. She cupped her breasts and looked down at them, comparing them to Sophia’s. When she saw her erect nipples, she thought that her breasts were as beautiful as Sophia’s were. She removed her purchases from the shopping bag and covered her breasts with the top.

“Oh shit!” she said aloud. The bikini was marked incorrectly and was about two sizes too small. She adjusted the straps, hoping for the best, but she almost cried when she looked down at the two triangles that covered not-much-more than her nipples. She grabbed the bottoms, pulling them up after removing her shorts. It was not a thong, but her ass cheeks were not even fully covered. She adjusted the front, only partly succeeding in covering her pussy lips. At least she couldn’t see any hair sticking out.

“No way I am going back like this.” She thought. She could feel the hopeless tears welling up and she bit her lip to stop her from making a total fool of herself.

“Are you alright, baby?” She heard Sophia behind her. She turned around looking towards Sophia, and suddenly, she couldn’t help it anymore. She burst out crying, trying to explain the small suit. Sophia took her in her arms, holding her against her naked breast, soothing her by stroking her back.

“Don’t worry. Todo pasará bien. Everything will be all right,” she said while holding the sobbing teenager tightly to her. The soothing Spanish words calmed Julie, and she became aware that the exotic woman was holding her. She stopped crying and looked at her. Sophia kissed her lightly on her eyelids, still holding her and gently stroking her back. Julie backed away shyly, feeling better but still self-conscious.

“Julie, baby, this is a nude beach. You are overly dressed here. You have such a beautiful body, it’s almost a shame to keep it covered,” she said while picking up the sarong that Julie had bought. She draped it over Julie’s body. It was sheer, but at least her near-nakedness wasn’t as obvious. Sophia wiped her tears away and bent down again to search her handbag for lipstick.

“I which I could walk around with only my lips done,” Sophia said while holding Julie’s chin in her hand and applying the light pink lipstick. Julie looked at her quizzically, thinking that she couldn’t see a trace of make up on her beautiful face. Sophia stood back, looking at her handiwork.

“Beautiful. Are you alright?” she asked.

“Yes, I’m alright,” Julie said in a quiet voice. She lifted her head when Sophia took her hand, leading her back to the beach. Mike wasn’t there when they sat down. Julie kept on pulling on her sarong to cover herself the best she could. Sophia chatted away, ignoring her discomfort.

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**For obvious reasons, names have been changed. This is a true story.

We were in Amelia’s room. I climbed on the bed with her. Once she had her arm around me, and I was snuggled into her, I completely relaxed. It was really nice laying there with her, snuggling. She began rubbing my body, sliding her hand inside my pants she discovered I wasn’t wearing any panties.

“You’re such a bad girl!” Amelia smiled at me.

“I haven’t been wearing panties all day, even when I went with you and your mom to get the pies.” I said with a smirk on my face.

“Nikki are you serious?! You’re so bad!” She exclaimed as she slapped my thigh.

Amelia slowly began rubbing the outside of my pussy, and then she slid her fingers inside not taking long at all to find that sweet spot. She gently scrape my clit with one of her acrylic nails, the feeling was amazing. Just the right kinda of touch to make me squirm. It all felt so good. I moved from my side to my back to give her a better angle. I switched between grabbing my hair and my breasts, moaning loudly as kept pumping her fingers inside me. I was getting wetter, it felt so good.

I decided I wanted her to have a turn, as I turned around to face her she removed altyazılı porno her hand. I began rubbing her thighs and eventually made my way towards what I really wanted. I rubbed her over her leggins, she was so warm and damp. I slid my hand inside and found she was wearing a thong. I loved it! I was so excited. I moved it aside so I could play with her pussy. Amelia began to breath heavily. Before long I decided I wanted more access.

“Take off your pants,” I demanded, “I want to play with you.” She obliged hurriedly without hesitation and laid on her back.

“Mmmmm I love that navy blue thong,” I commented as she removed that too.

I quickly got back to work. I rubbed the outside of her pussy gently. I enjoyed feeling how soaking wet and warm she was. I slid two fingers in immediately, just because I love how tight she is and her reaction. I laid next to her, but soon after I slowly slid down lower for better range of motion eventually putting myself between her legs. I could go faster and deeper if I was in front of her like that. I fingered her the way I would finger myself, rubbing inside, looking for that spot. I went faster, rubbing her clit with my thumb as I went. She made the most wonderful türkçe altyazılı porno small noises. I adored the look on her face.

I could tell when she was getting close, so I made sure to rub her g spot more, rub her clit with my other hand and pump my fingers faster. Before I knew it, it was happening, she started squirting. I pumped harder and faster pinching her clit between my thumb and index finger as I went, while my fingers were inside her. She seemed to enjoy that like I do. I watched her juices splash, but decided I wanted to watch her face too. I couldn’t decide where I wanted to look it was all so much!

I kept going after that, because she didn’t tell me to stop. She grabbed my left arm with her hand and squeezed hard.

“You squeeze as hard as you need to, you wont hurt me,” I whispered to her.

“Uhhhh,” she moaned softly.

It was like when I grabbed her hand, or my hair or anything I could when I was having an orgasm. Shortly after she came again and I couldn’t believe it, at first I wasn’t even sure it had actually happened.

I kept fingering her pussy and I leaned over her so I could be sure she heard me “I’m not going to stop until you tell me, so when you’ve hd altyazılı porno had enough let me know.” I had the biggest grin on my face as I said it. Amelia was moaning softly, her breathing labored. I continued rubbing her clit with my left and while I fingered her with my right. She seemed to really be enjoying all of it. I just wanted her to feel good.

My fingers started to go a bit numb, but I didn’t want to stop because she was still enjoying herself, and I was loving it. It was making me so wet just watching her, knowing that I was cause of her pleasure. So I just powered through it, eventually the feeling coming back as I positioned my hand at a different angle.

Amelia came one last time before she finally conceded. “Ok, that’s enough,” she was breathing heavily. “I came at least five times!”

I couldn’t hold back my grin as I looked at her. “Honestly, I kinda lost count, somewhere after the second time. I just wanted to keep making you feel good. I told you I wasn’t going to stop until you told me to.”

She looked over at the bed, “Fuck you knew that was going to happen!”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her, the bed was wet from her squirting, and I knew she had just changed the sheets.

“No I didn’t.” I tried to look at her innocently, but she wasn’t buying it. I helped her clean up and she walked me out to my car.

Amelia gave me a big hug and I whispered to her, “next time I’ll bring the big black dick with me.”

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Jolene, clad only in black lace stockings, grabbed her phone and walked past their unexpected guest on her way to the hotel bathroom. Semen dripped down her inner thigh as she observed her reflection and texted her boyfriend.

Matt’s cock jumped as he read the long-awaited message. It had been an hour since her last call.

“How was it?” he asked via text.

Jolene replied with a freshly fucked, mirror selfie. Her hair was messed, her makeup smeared, and the petite brunette’s body still glistened with perspiration from the night’s activities.

“Where did he cum?” her boyfriend inquired.

“Where you wanted,” she texted back.

Matt’s hand gripped his throbbing erection as his free hand fumbled with his phone.

“You’re such a whore,” he managed to type.

“His friend just got back to the room,” she informed Matt. The image of Jolene with two men was too much for him, and streams of cum spurted from his tortured cock and across his belly.

“Should I get dressed and leave?” she asked teasingly. Matt’s hands trembled as he typed.

“Does he want to fuck you too?”

Jolene knew the answer as she looked at her smiling reflection in the mirror. While she had just turned fifty, her gym-toned body belied her age. Her perky but fake 36D breasts were perfect for her 5’2″ petite body, and her straight dark hair hung just past her silky white shoulders. Her flat tummy showed no indication of motherhood, and her neatly-trimmed pubic hair matched her sexy, black laced stockings.

“What do you think?” she asked rhetorically.

Matt cum-covered belly burned as he pondered the possibilities.

“You should stay,” he managed to reply.

“If that’s what you want,” she texted, knowing full well that a threesome would be the perfect ending to this evening for her, and the opportunity was waiting just outside the bathroom door.

“I’ll text you when I can.”

With that, she exited the bathroom and was greeted by the two smiling men who were now chopping up lines of cocaine on the hotel dresser…

Sarah, Jolene’s best friend, had planned a weeklong getaway to celebrate her fiftieth birthday. Jolene’s divorce had only been finalized six months before this landmark. She had been exploring bars and dating sites and had found several men with whom to explore her new-found freedom. A week in Las Vegas with four girls was a perfect opportunity to enjoy some debauchery. Cindy and Jane were married but weren’t shy about expressing their desire for a discrete encounter during the two-hour car ride. Sarah was the only single girl on the trip, but Jolene had complete and enthusiastic permission from Matt to engage in whatever activities she desired.

“You’re gonna get fucked down there, aren’t you?” Matt asked as she was waiting to be picked up. They had been casually dating for a few months after meeting at a local bar. A few drinks, some conversation, and an evening of dancing led to a trip back to his apartment. She loved how he aggressively took control of her delightful little body; pulling her hair, smacking her ass, and reminding her what a slut she was before ramming his big cock up her virgin ass. Twenty-five years of married sex hadn’t prepared her for a lover like this, and she was enamored. Jolene was also pleased to discover that he had no expectation of faithfulness. Quite the contrary, Matt encouraged her to take other lovers. On a few occasions, she would leave a man’s house and drive directly over to Matt’s and allow him to add his load to the one already in her pussy.

“I’ll see what I can do,” she teased. Both knew the answer to that question. They had spent the previous day shopping for sexy outfits and undergarments for her trip to sin city. Some lucky man or men were sure to enjoy stripping them off her. There were only a couple of rules. She had to get fucked in her ass, and there were to be no condoms.

The first nights went quite well for Jolene’s companions. Sarah and her date had monopolized the room the first night while Jolene, Cindy, and Jane occupied themselves at the casino. The next night, all three had found another room in which to stay, leaving Jolene alone and masturbating to ordered porn. It wasn’t terrible though. She had Matt on speaker phone while she watched ten black men ram their gigantic cocks into a tiny, blond European girl who couldn’t have been more than twenty years old. The camera zoomed in on the cocks driving into her pussy and ass before moving around to her face. The young starlet’s expressions and moans looked more like agony than pleasure as the group relentlessly used her body. Matt listened to Jolene as she came several times while describing the action as if she was the girl.

On the third night, the girls were readying themselves to attend an event at the attached nightclub while recounting the previous night’s activities.

“His friend was in the other bed pretending to be asleep, but I know he was watching us,” remarked Cindy.

“You should’ve asked him to join,” Jane laughed. “My guy told his friends to keep gambling until he was Beylikdüzü escort done. I wish they would’ve walked in.”

“What would your husband say?” Cindy teased.

They all laughed and agreed on the cliché about what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

“He wanted to fuck me without a condom!” Sarah revealed. “Can you believe that? Who would fuck a stranger in Vegas without protection?” Jolene nodded in agreement while knowing that as per her and Matt’s agreement, any man she fucked would be required to unload in her.

Her heart fluttered at the thought as she slipped into her evening’s attire. She had chosen a tight-fitting, one-piece black dress that ended well above her knees. The lace tops to her black stockings were visible whenever she bent over even slightly. Her four inch heals disregarded comfort in favor of looks, and a lucky man was going to be greeted with a sexy set of lacy black panties and bra once the dress was removed. Her friends teasingly commented on her ensemble.

“You might get kicked out because they’ll think you’re a hooker,” laughed Sarah.

“Every guy there will know you’re looking to get fucked,” predicted Cindy.

“You look awesome,” complimented Jane.

Jolene blushed at their attention as the girls continued to get ready. As they were about to leave, she stepped into the bathroom. Once inside she took a picture of her reflection and sent it to Matt with the message; “tonight’s the night.” They had both been disappointed in her lack of success so far.

Matt gasped at the image of his sexy girlfriend before replying, asking if she remembered the rules. Jolene smiled as she texted back.

“I’m gonna get fucked in the ass and he’s gonna cum in me.”

“Hurry the hell up,” she heard from outside the door. She quickly texted Matt that she was leaving and joined the group of horny females before exiting the room and heading to the elevator.

The club was loud and crowded as some well-known DJ was providing the music. Once they navigated to the bar, as expected, their drink order was paid for by a male patron. After some conversation with him and his friends, the girls decided it was too early to partner up and headed to the dance floor to explore more options.

Over the next few hours, they danced and enjoyed many free cocktails purchased by the hopeful men in attendance. Jolene had been felt up by several of her dance partners, but none had really excited her. Her friends were doing much better as Sarah had already found a man and taken him back to their room. Cindy and Jane were grinding and making out with their respective choices and were sure to be leaving with them soon. Jolene surveyed the floor before heading to the ladies’ room. After waiting on a long line, she finally got to sit down and relieve herself. She took out her phone to see several messages from Matt, inquiring about her prospects.

“I’m not having much luck. Nobody I like,” she replied.

“Don’t worry. Somethings gonna happen tonight’s the night, remember?” he alluded to their previous conversation.

“I remember,” she texted, before leaving the stall to fix her makeup. After observing how hot she looked, she left the bathroom determined to find a handsome stranger to spend the night with.

As she walked past a group of tables, fate intervened, and she bumped into a younger man heading towards the bathrooms. After the customary apologies, he asked her her name.

“Jolene,” she answered. He was much taller than her. His dark hair and blue eyes complimented each other, and his manner of dress was quite stylish. He looked to be in good shape, and was certainly handsome, but a bit too young, she thought.

“I’m Steve,” he offered, attempting to start a conversation. It worked, and they were soon discussing the circumstances surrounding their reasons for being in Vegas. His good friend Mark was getting married, so they and several others were having a bachelor getaway.

“His fiancé must be very trusting,” she remarked.

“She shouldn’t be,” he joked.

After more pleasant conversation, Steve suggested that she join him and his friends. Jolene rebuffed his offer.

“People will think I’m your mother. You’re adorable, but I’m going to have to decline.”

“What else are you going to do?” he asked, and then reminded her that her room was occupied, and her friends were busy. Jolene realized she may have offered too much information in their short conversation. After a little more convincing, she agreed, and allowed herself to be led to his table and group of friends.

“Hey everyone. Jolene, this is Andy, Rob, the bachelor, Mark…” Jolene forgot the names after that. They all happily greeted the sexy milf before them, and Jolene observed them staring hungrily at her body and provocative dress. She took the seat that they offered, and Steve hurried back to the bathroom, having forgotten his original reason for leaving the table. The remaining three jockeyed for her attention and replaced her drink.

Steve eventually returned and took his seat next to her. Over Beylikdüzü escort the next hour Jolene relished in the attention this young group was paying to her. They had travelled from southern California and ranged in age from late 20s to early 30s. They had all attended the same high school and remained friends. Mark, a dark Italian, was getting married in two weeks. Rob was the shortest and funniest, while Andy, a muscular blonde, would be her second choice after Steve. Steve was reading her subtle signs as she played with her hair and repeatedly touched his strong arm.

Jolene jumped a little when he placed his hand on her thigh. He was so young! He was hers if she chose him, and those twenty plus years concerned her less as she continued to consume the drinks he bought her. His friends were oblivious as he inched his hand higher, sliding under her dress and reaching the lacy top of her stocking. She debated pushing his hand away, but instead brushed her hand over his cock which was straining against his pants. With that sign of approval, he inched higher until he felt the wetness of her panties.

“Shall we dance?” he asked. Jolene readily accepted and he took her hand and led her to the crowded dance floor. She looked around, attempting to find her remaining friends, but they were probably already naked in some stranger’s room getting fucked. She pondered her own possibilities as Steve became increasingly bold as they danced. He groped her ass and pulled her against him, making sure she felt his erection. Jolene returned his kiss and their tongues intertwined. His hands slid up the back of her thighs, and a few onlookers caught a glimpse of her naked ass and g string.

“I have the suite to myself for a little while,” he whispered into her ear. Jolene was ready and nodded in affirmation.

“Give me your room number and I’ll meet you up there in fifteen minutes,” she replied. After obtaining this information, she excused herself and headed to the bathroom.

“I’m headed to his room,” she texted her boyfriend. Matt had been waiting for this message for three days, and he immediately undid his pants and started jerking his rock-hard dick.

“Text me when you’re naked,” he managed to respond with his left hand. Jolene smiled and put her phone away. She primped herself in front of the mirror, sprayed some perfume, and headed to the elevator. Her heart was beating as she ascended to Steve’s floor. The bell rang, the sliding door opened, and she stumbled out, realizing that she had had a little too much to drink.

“It’s better this way,” she thought as she wandered the hallways looking for his room. Once in front of it, she paused, took a deep breath, and knocked.

“Hey, sexy. I’m glad you could make it. Come on in.” He ushered her in with a hand on her backside and directed her to the couch. Jolene accepted the drink he offered her, clinked glasses, and drank to the fun ahead. Moments after he took his place beside her, they were all over each other. They lustfully tasted each other’s mouths, gasping as they pawed at the other’s body. Jolene pulled at the buttons of his shirt, desperate to remove it.

Once shirtless, Steve stood up and pulled her to her feet. Reaching for the hem of her dress, he pulled it upward, first revealing her delightful panties and then her matching black lace bra. Jolene raised her hands, allowing him to pull her dress over her outstretched arms. Her younger suitor paused briefly to admire his conquest for the evening. Her bra and panties combined with stockings and heels made her look more like a prostitute than a vacationing tourist. Steve found the remote and switched the TV to the hip hop music channel.

“Dance for me, bitch,” he ordered, to which Jolene obeyed. The fifty-year-old woman proceeded to gyrate to the music of a younger generation, unclasping her bra and dancing topless. Steve marveled at her tight body and augmented tits. The woman, old enough to be his mother, faced away from him before bending over and sliding her lace thong slowly down her toned thighs, past her calves and to the floor. She kicked her panties aside and turned to face him. The petite brunette, clad only in black stockings and high heels, stood before him, ready to be taken.

Steve approached her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and drove his tongue into her mouth. Jolene accepted his advances before dropping to her knees and fumbling with his pants. Once buckles, buttons, and zippers were undone, she pushed his pants and boxers down, releasing his cock. Jolene paused momentarily to admire its impressive length and girth before leaning in to take the bulbous head into her mouth. Steve kicked off his pants and shoes as he looked down, making eye contact with the sultry milf below him.

Jolene licked and sucked while her tiny hands struggled to grip and jerk his sizable member. Salty precum, which started as small droplets, became more substantial, and she knew he was getting close. Abruptly, she stopped, stood up and excused herself to the bathroom. On her way, she fumbled through her purse to Escort Beylikdüzü procure her phone.

“Who are you calling,” Steve asked, as he stood naked, precum oozing down his shaft. Joleen imagined several possible recipients before admitting her arrangement with Matt.

“I’m texting my boyfriend that I’m about to get fucked,” she replied. Steve pondered her answer while analyzing her situation.

“He doesn’t mind you cheating?” he asked.

“It’s not cheating if he knows,” she laughed. “But we have one rule. You have to cum in me,” she declared before walking naked to the bathroom, deciding against mentioning anal just yet.

Once in the bathroom, she took a picture of herself in the full-length mirror on the door and texted her boyfriend:

“How do I look? His cock is huge!! Gonna go get fucked now.”

Matt jumped as his phone alerted, and his cock jumped as well as he read the message and saw the picture of his girlfriend, naked except for her stockings and heels.

“You’re a whore,” he managed to reply, before dropping his phone and clutching his dick. Joleen smile as she exited the bathroom.

“So, your man knows your getting fucked?” asked Steve.

“I’m sure he’s jerking off right now,” she replied. Steve pondered this arrangement very briefly before refocusing on the cheating whore before him. He lunged forward and unceremoniously picked her up and carried her towards his bed. Upon tossing her down, he crawled between her legs and placed the head of his cock against her moist slit. With one thrust, he buried his full length inside of her.

Joleen cried out at this aggressive intrusion into her body. Steve withdrew all but the head, placed her legs on his shoulders, and plowed into her again. Her screams echoed through the hallways as he battered her cervix with his oversized phallus. Again, and again, he slammed into her as she helplessly accepted him. Joleen’s pleas for mercy were met with increasing intensity as he drove deeper with each thrust. Her hands pushed against his hips in a futile attempt to alleviate the assault on her body, but the tiny woman was powerless against the much larger man.

Her tight pussy struggled to accommodate his girth and aggression. It was her choice to accompany him to his suite. She had danced for him and stripped for him. Now she was his to use. Joleen’s body gradually relented and pain gave way to pleasure. Her mind drifted as she imagined Matt jerking off, knowing she was getting fucked.

“Your boyfriend is good with this?” he asked, as if reading her mind.

“Yes,” she gasped, as he bottomed out in her pussy.

“Call him,” he ordered before rolling off her. Joleen hopped off the bed to retrieve her phone, delighted that Steve was willing to participate in her and Matt’s filthy little game. Her masturbating boyfriend jumped at the sound of an incoming call. Reaching for his phone, he was confused as to why he was hearing from her so soon.

“Hey, baby. What’s up?” he answered.

“What do YOU think?” she responded before putting her phone on speaker. “I’m naked in Steve’s room.”

“Hey, bro,” Steve unceremoniously introduced himself. “I’m fucking the shit out of your girl.” After divulging this information, Steve directed Joleen to the edge of the bed and bent her over. Her dripping slit offered no resistance as he took his place behind her, grabbed her hips, and drove inside her. As she screamed, Matt gently caressed his cock, not wanting to cum too soon. He continued to listen to his girlfriend’s moans and slapping of flesh as he teased his throbbing member.

“He’s fucking me so good!” exclaimed Joleen. “His cock is huge!” Matt’s grip on his cock tightened as he broke his silence.

“Tell him to cum in you,” he ordered.

“She’ll call you later,” said a male voice before the call suddenly ended. Matt’s disappointment was exceeded by his arousal. Jets of semen soaked his strategically placed tissue. Back at the room, his girlfriend’s orgasm soon followed. Joleen’s fake tits bounced in rhythm as Steve’s fingers dug into her hips while he pounded away with increasing ferocity. Sweat trickled down her back, and the satisfied woman looked over her glistening shoulder.

“You gonna fill me up, baby?” she asked, smiling seductively, and licking her lips. This exorcised the last remnant of Steve’s control, and Jolene felt his cock swell. Then the younger man emitted an agonized groan, buried himself completely inside her, and flooded her pussy with his gooey seed.

Jolene rested the side of her head on the bed, enjoying the sensation of the diminishing throbbing in her pussy. Her lover’s grip on her hips loosened, and his breathing slowed. His wilting erection slipped out of her, followed by a stream of cum down her inner thighs. Steve playfully smacked her ass before offering to refresh their drinks. Jolene concurred, grabbed her phone, and excused herself to the bathroom.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Andy stumbled in. Jolene found herself completely exposed in stockings and heels, standing face-to-face with another member of the young wedding party. With Vegas confidence, she greeted him with a hug and kiss on the cheek before continuing her path to the bathroom. After cleaning up and texting the details and a mirror selfie to Matt, she hesitated after placing her hand on the doorknob.

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My name is Moira O’Leary. I’m a big and tall, alabaster-skinned and short-haired, steely-eyed young Caucasian woman of Irish descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I’m a student at Algonquin College, and I’m probably the loneliest dyke in the city. At least I was until I met a chubby, dark-skinned and big-bottomed young Black woman named Tina Joseph. A second-generation Haitian immigrant from the suburb of Orleans.

We’re both closet dykes from middle-class families and we’re into Race Play. That’s how we bonded. Interestingly, we both went to Catholic Schools and dated athletic guys back in the day but still turned out to be queer. And now we’re exploring our sexuality during our college days. This is the tale of what goes on in our dormitory at night. Let’s just say that we’re into extreme stuff. Definitely not for the faint of heart. This is hardcore interracial lesbian BDSM at its best.

Tina Joseph is a strong Black woman in every way. She’s a third-year student at the University of Ottawa. She comes from a solid middle-class family. And she carries herself like a princess. Yet she’s got some deeply twisted desires that totally contradict her prim and proper, conservative image. Tina is into porn, and kink, and BDSM. She’s the one who introduced me to the wonderfully sensual world of Race Play. You see, Tina likes to be completely dominated. And she likes to be humiliated.

Does it surprise you that some otherwise strong Black women are into interracial female domination? It really shouldn’t. I’m glad there are Black women who are into this stuff. That’s more than okay with me because I don’t mind doing these things to her. I’m five-foot-eleven and weigh two hundred and fifty pounds. It’s not easy being me. I’ve got a lot of frustration deep inside. With Tina, I can unleash my darkest self. That’s okay because that’s what she likes. Tina is a submissive at heart. A woman who knows who and what she is and accepts it. Isn’t that cool? Sometimes, I envy Tina. I attend a community college and she attends the best school in the country. Her family is supportive of her while mine treats me like crap because I’m a lesbian. She’s got a lot of friends and I’m basically a loner. She’s athletic and popular while I’m borderline friendless and Beylikdüzü escort a couch potato. She’s always got money, thanks to her allowance from her parents. Her father Hector is a doctor and her mother is an accountant. They’re both well-off.

I’m perpetually broke since my folks cut me off financially. Yeah, sometimes I resent Tina for having it so good. The weird thing is that she doesn’t realize how good she has it. That’s why I do enjoy punishing her so much. I’ve got to take this Black princess down a peg or two. Make her feel some deliciously hot pain. Bring her down to earth. Why do I do this? I’m in love with my slut. I’ll never tell her this, of course. If I were to reveal my feelings to her, she might freak out. We’re just roommates and twisted fuck buddies. Tonight, I’m playing the role of a Southern Plantation Mistress while Tina acts as my Black female slave. She hasn’t done her work properly and she must be punished. I do delight in acting out this role, especially when it comes to punishing Tina. The six-foot-one, 260-pound Black woman absolutely loves it when I go all out. Like today. I order Tina to strip naked and she does. Like a good Black female slave, she’s eager to please me, her dominant white mistress.

That’s so cool. I look at Tina’s big and sexy body. With her big tits, wide hips, thick legs and gigantic ass, she looks hot to me. I’m a fat chick who is sexually attracted to other fat chicks. If you don’t like it, sue me. I smacked Tina’s big Black ass, loving the way it jiggled. Black women have such huge asses. You won’t believe how badly I want to spank so many of the Black chicks I meet. Of course, since most of them are straight, I abstain. Well, with Tina I got to indulge myself.

I bent Tina over the bed and began spanking the big Black woman’s fabulous fat ass. Tina yelped as I spanked her ass. I called her a dirty slut, a filthy ghetto whore and a dumb brute as I spanked her ass. I berated her and taunted her. I got in front of Tina and smacked her in the face. I’ve always wanted to smack a sassy Black woman in the face. Whenever I see a Black woman cussing on the bus, the train or wherever, I want to smack the sass out of her damn mouth.

Tina simply endured it as I repeatedly smacked her Beylikdüzü escort across the face. I got really turned on by this. So much that I fingered my already wet pussy, right in front of Tina. I masturbated myself into a frenzy while smacking my hot, chubby Black female slave across the face. Then I grabbed Tina’s neck and rubbed her face against my pussy. The big Black slut knew exactly what to do. She began licking my pussy like her life depended on it. Oh, yeah. I sat back and relaxed as my Black female slave used her tongue to pleasure my pussy.

After Tina finished rocking my world with her tongue, I got so excited that I came. As reward, I pissed all over her. Yes, you read right. I pissed all over Tina, and she guzzled up my golden shower. I sighed in pleasure. I just love an obedient Black woman. Gets me hot just thinking about it. I thought up some sexy scenarios for Tina and myself to act out. As usual, she went along with everything I said.

Time to really get this show on the road. I put a collar around her neck, and fixed a leash to it. I ordered her to get on all fours and led her on a walk around the dorm hall. Man, I wished someone had seen us but it was after midnight and the whole dorm was asleep. The sight of a naked chubby white chick leading a naked chubby Black chick around on a leash would definitely be something people would remember. Oh, well. I led Tina back to my dorm room, and then we continued with our activities.

I bound Tina’s hands and feet, and applied lotion all over her body, especially her pussy and asshole. Then I took out my whip. She looked at me, deeply frightened. In a calm voice, I told her that I was tired of her quiet defiance. As a supremely powerful Southern Plantation Mistress, it was my duty and my privilege to punish my Black female slave when she became disobedient or downright unruly. Without further ado, I began whipping Tina. She yelped as she felt the lash hitting her big fat ass. I laughed and whipped her back, her legs, her shoulders and especially her huge butt. Tina’s screams filled the dorm. That’s more than okay by me because my slave’s screams are sweet music to my ears. I whipped her hard, whipped her fast and then whipped her some more. I got many screams out of her. It Escort Beylikdüzü was absolutely fantastic.

For the grand finale, I whipped out my ten-inch, vibrating and ribbed strap-on dildo. I’ve fucked many women with it. I came up behind Tina, and spread her plump butt cheeks wide open. I don’t bother with pussy fucking anymore. It’s so boring and commonplace. I’m probably going to get my dyke card revoked for this but vaginas are boring. I prefer assholes.

So I pressed my special dildo against Tina’s asshole and eased it inside. The big Black woman groaned as I penetrated her asshole. I smacked Tina’s big butt and began working my dildo up her butt. Nothing makes a rebellious Black lesbian slut feel dominated like a dildo up her ass. Trust me on that one. I pulled on Tina’s leash, yanking her head back while slamming my dildo up her ass. Oh, yeah. I fucked her hard. That’s what the bitch gets for having such a fabulous fat ass. I flipped Tina on her back, wanting to look into her eyes while fucking her in the ass with my strap-on dildo. I raised her big legs in the air and rested them on my shoulders. With a song in my heart I resumed drilling Tina’s asshole with my strap-on. The big Black woman howled like a woman possessed. I thrust my entire fist up her pussy, and got a whole different level of screaming out of her. Laughing, I fucked her some more. Until she begged for mercy. I removed my fist from her pussy, then pulled my dildo out of her asshole. I stared into her now gaping asshole, admiring my handiwork. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful I swear. I spat inside. Then I spat in Tina’s face. Afterwards, I removed her bindings. She kissed me and hugged me, thanking me for a wonderful session. What can I say? It’s a gift!

As you can see, my sweet Tina and I have a wonderful relationship. Out there in the world, she’s a strong Black woman. One of the top students in the business program at the University of Ottawa. She’s also one of the top female athletes at school. In our dorm, during our private sessions, she’s my bitch. My own personal bitch.

Why? Simply because this works for us. It makes us happy. I’m her dominant Mistress and she’s my fucking slave. My property. And to be honest, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I like putting this gorgeous Black princess on her knees and making her do stuff. It’s fun. And she gets off on it more than I do. We’ve got a wonderful arrangement and we’re quite happy together. I give her what she wants, and she gives me what I need. Are we cool or what?

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Kelly was sound asleep when the alarm went off. “Damn,” she thought as she reached over and turned it off.

“Wake up Dan,” she told her husband. “Time to get up and get ready for work.”

Kelly didn’t have that problem. It was the first day of her forced ‘retirement’ thanks to the downsizing at her pharmaceutical firm. She spent her entire life since college working for one company and now after fourteen years they kicked her to the curb. At least they gave her a nice severance package.

She put on her robe and went downstairs to fix Dan some breakfast. She looked out the kitchen window and saw her neighbor’s nineteen year old son Michael cutting the grass before it got to warm. She watched his tall muscular frame walk behind the mower and thoughts of last summer came back to her.

Kelly enjoyed laying out in her bikini and last summer she caught Michael spying on her from his bedroom window. She was convinced that she saw him masturbating as she sunbathed topless, although she wasn’t completely sure.

Michael had really shot up like a weed. Dan and Kelly moved next to Michael and his family ten years before and she saw him go from a grade school kid to a tall handsome college freshman. His parents Marcia and Marty were exceptionally protective of him and they only let him go on a date after he turned eighteen.

Kelly was lost in thought watching Michael when Dan startled her.

“Hi honey. What do you have planned for your first day of ‘vacation’?”

She jumped and said, “Sorry. I was zoning out.”

“I said what are you gonna do today?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll weed the flower garden. It needs some work.”

“Well I’ll be home after 6pm. I have an important meeting today with the county zoning board.”

Dan leaned over and gave his wife of 12 years a kiss and left for work. Kelly found herself staring at Michael as he used the weed trimmer and she was even more aroused when he took off his sweat soaked t-shirt.

This gave her an idea. She was convinced that he’d jacked-off to her before so she decided to set up a video camera in the spare room aimed at his bedroom. She’d wear a low cut top with no bra and weed the flower garden near his bedroom window. If she caught him pleasuring himself she’d go on from there.

“Now where is that stupid tripod,” she asked herself as she rummaged through the closet. “There it is.” She put the camera on the tripod and went into her room to change.

She found a yellow top with spaghetti straps that barely covered her 34C breasts. She leaned over and looked in the mirror. “Perfect,” she thought. She found matching shorts that rode up her ass and she was ready to put on a show for her neighbor.

“Hi Mikey! How ya doing?” she asked as Michael cleaned the weed trimmer.

“Fine Mrs Allen,” he replied. She noticed him checking her out from head to toe.

“How’s mom and dad?”

“Good. They’re both working today.”

“Well I need to get the garden weeded, talk to you later.”

She noticed that Michael left the trimmer go and went into the house and she Beylikdüzü escort knew he was going to be checking her out. She started at the edge of the garden and had to lean over to reach the weeds and she knew he could see her still firm and perky breasts.

Kelly may be 35 but most people think she looks at least ten years younger. She came from good genes because her mom still looked great at 57. She was hoping that Michael was getting a show when she heard some moaning coming from his room. She had no doubt that he was stroking his cock.

This made her nipples even harder as she pulled all of the weeds out of the flower garden. By the time she finished she was soaked in sweat and she noticed that her nipples and areolas were completely visible through her wet top.

“I need a drink,” she said and she went into the house for some refreshments. She drank a tall glass of ice water then went upstairs to check out the video camera.

She hit play and the first five minutes or so was nothing then she saw some movement in his room. She saw him at the window and when he pulled his shorts down she nearly flipped out. Michael was hung like a horse! His cock had to be at least ten inches long and he stroked it as he watched Kelly in the garden. This made her wet between her legs and she put her right hand inside of her panties as she watched this shy Adonis explode all over his window screen.

“I’ll find a way to fuck him,” she thought.

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For the next couple of weeks Kelly would dress provocatively to put on a show for her neighbor and she soon learned his parents work schedules. Marty left for work about the same time that Dan did and Marcia only worked Monday, Wednesday and Thursday. She started planning her next show for Michael.

Kelly went shopping for the skimpiest bikini that she could find. She was determined to have him plug her holes. She watched Michael for a few days and decided the next day it was sunny she’d make her move. That morning she waited for Dan to leave and watched as Marcia pulled out of the driveway then she went upstairs and set up the camera.

She went into the bathroom and shaved her pussy and put on her tiny bikini. She turned the camera on and went outside. She knew that since it was sunny that Michael would be cutting the grass so she placed the lounge chair towards their house.

She watched as Michael came out of the garage and filled the mover with gas. Then she said, “morning,” and removed her robe revealing her tight body barely covered with a red bikini. She watched Michael as she bent over and put her towel on the chair and she knew he was watching as she laid down.

She was anticipating hearing the mower start but she heard no sound except their backdoor open and close. She knew he was falling for her plan so she took it up a notch. She untied her top and pulled off her bikini bottoms leaving her bare naked in her backyard. She knew that the only one who could see her was Michael thanks to the six foot high fence and she was wondering what he was up to when she heard Beylikdüzü escort a loud crash come from his room. She jumped up and put on her robe and ran next door.

She’d been in their house hundreds of times and she ran upstairs calling out Michael’s name.

“Mike are you alright? Mikey can you hear me?” she cried out until coming to his room and seeing him naked bent over cleaning up a mess. There were model planes and cars all over the floor and she could see a tube sock covering his semi-erect cock.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah I guess. I leaned on my shelf and it gave way,” he replied.

“Let me help you clean it up,” Kelly stated and she noticed that his semi-erect cock was soon at full erection.

It was then that she realized that she never closed her robe so Michael had a clear view of her naked body.

“Haven’t you ever seen a woman naked before?” she asked.

“Only my mom.”

“Well, what do you think?”

“You’re beautiful,” he replied.

“Have you ever touched a girl before?”

“Once. My old girlfriend let me touch her boobs, but they were nowhere as nice as yours.”

Kelly let her robe fall to the floor and here she was standing naked in her neighbor’s son’s room and all she could think of was his monster cock.

“Give me your hands,” she said as she placed his hands on her breasts. “You don’t need this,” she said as she pulled the tube sock off his throbbing cock.

“Oh yes!” he cried out as he felt her breasts. He took her erect nipples between his fingers and pinched them.

As he felt her up he let out a scream and his cock erupted all over Kelly’s stomach and breasts. Mike came from all of the excitement and Kelly gave out a little chuckle.

“Oh I’m so sorry,” he said blushing.

“Nothing to be sorry about. I take it that you’re a virgin?” she asked.

Michael looked down at the floor and reluctantly admitted, “Yes.”

“You won’t be for long,” she replied as she pushed him on the bed. “I’m going to teach you how to be a great lover and the girls at college will be fighting over you.”

She got beside him and kissed him on the lips. He needed no other coaxing because his mouth opened and soon their tongues were dancing in each others mouths. His hands were all over her firm pear shaped breasts and she stroked his cock back to life in less than ten minutes.

“Lay back and let me suck the monster between your legs,” she said as she went down on him.

He had the biggest cock she’d ever seen. Her husband Dan was only about seven inches erect and none of her former boyfriends were this well endowed. She kissed the large purple head and before she started she looked up at him.

“You need to learn self control. If you think you’re gonna cum, think of something else. Think of science, baseball, anything but sex and you’ll last longer and get more pleasure.”

He nodded and she kissed the tip and licked his cock from the tip to his balls. She wasn’t sure if she could suck it but decided to go slow. She opened up and slowly took most Escort Beylikdüzü of him in her mouth. Then after a minute of so of getting used to him she started licking him as her head bobbed up and down.

She sucked faster and faster and could feel an orgasm building in his balls.

“Think about something other than sex,” she cried out.

“Ken Griffey, David Ortiz, Derek Jeter,” called out ball player names.

It was no help because he exploded in Kelly’s mouth filling her with warm sticky cum. He kept releasing his seed in her mouth until she stopped and looked up at him.

“Not bad. Much better than some guys I’ve been with. You lasted at least three minutes. I once had a guy cum on my face as I opened my mouth to start sucking his cock so you did good.”

Michael rested and Kelly straddled him putting her pussy on his chest.

“I’m gonna teach you to make a woman cum. I’m gonna lower my pussy on your face and teach you what to do. This will make you even more popular when the girls find out you lick pussy.”

She lowered herself on his face and explained how a woman’s sexual organs work. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts and he fondled them while he licked her snatch. He was a quick learner because after only ten minutes of instruction she was screaming in ecstasy as she had a massive orgasm as he licked her swollen clitoris.

“Oh yes, oh yes, fuck yes!” she screamed as she shook the entire bed as she climaxed.

She fell over on the bed and Mike sat up and called out, “Are you okay?”

“Oh I’m more than okay. That was wonderful.”

The two of them hugged and she could feel his cock was ready to go again so she looked at him and said, “Kiss your virginity goodbye.”

She got on her back and spread her legs. “Put it right here and I’ll help you,” she explained.

He took his big ten inch and guided it into her wet waiting box and she let out a little yelp when he fully penetrated her.

“Okay,” she said gasping for breath. “Slowly thrust in and out and you’ll be fucking me.”

He did what she said and he pulled all the way out and she laughed and told him “Not all the way.”

He entered her again and this time he got it right. Kelly wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as he pounded away.

“Oh yeah. Fuck me Mikey! Fuck me!” she screamed as he thrusted faster and faster.

“Oh yeah! I’m cumming!” he screamed and he filled her with another full load of his warm seed.

He fell on top of her and was breathing heavily when she kissed him.

“Sugar how was it?” she asked.

“Fucking amazing,” he replied.

They cuddled for a few minutes when he heard his mother come in the house. Kelly quickly hid in his closet and Michael was dressing when his mother knocked on his door.

“I forgot my lunch. Why isn’t the grass cut?” she asked.

“I had a problem with the mower. Mrs Allen is gonna let me borrow theirs.”

“Okay. See you later,” she replied as she left.

Kelly came out of his closet and the two of them laughed about their close call. They would have to be more careful. And they were. They continued their torrid affair until he left for graduate school. Thanks to Michael, Kelly got her confidence back and went back into the workplace. As for Michael, the women at grad school can’t get enough of him.

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This story, as is all stories, isn’t written for everyone. If you enjoyed it, thank you very much and you’re welcome. If not, thank you for visiting.

*****

It was cold. Witching cold. The wind went up my nostrils and froze my innards hurting like shattered mini ice cycles blowing around. I was way across the parking lot. It was mostly empty now but full when I got here so I had to park way off like this. I slipped a little getting to the car and a little going home. I got in the garage and got the door closed and sat there a minute or two. It wasn’t a long enough drive to get the heater going very much.

I went in the house and mom had hot chocolate ready. I always drank hot chocolate on days like this. It was too hot but I sat there with all my stuff on holding it with my gloved hands breathing in the chocolate steam to warm up my nostrils. Mom left me alone. She knew it took a little while with me. Dad was home somewhere. Usually warm in the den reading the paper. He had sense.

After a little while dad came in the kitchen. Mom probably told him to come say hello and stuff. She meddles. I didn’t mind that much. She cared a lot about us.

“You look like a frozen popsicle Charlie,” he said. “I know its cold out there. We had three trucks this morning that wouldn’t even turn over. It’s gotta end sometimes. Anything I can get you?”

“I got it,” I said. “Hot chocolate. Warms the something of my heart.”

I almost bit my tongue. Saying ‘something’ instead of ‘cockles’ was even worse than saying it right. Dad smiled and winked at me in my momentary misery. He knew what my cold mind did. He patted me on the back and kissed my forehead and went back to the den, smiling.

Dad had an embarrassing operation on his manly aberration at long last and is not yet up to snuff or at full tilt. I’ve got a million of them. Mostly said to me by close friends that know about it. The last time I picked him up at work his boss said, ‘is your dad saluting yet’. His hunting friend said, ‘he lost his shotgun and has to use his pistol for a while, that’s all. It’s probably a derringer anyway’. His barber said, ‘snip, snip’. When he and mom went out to eat one night at his favorite restaurant, which is owned by a close friend of his, the waiter put a lit candle on the table about a half inch high. A couple of minutes later it went out. There was a rumor the howitzer misfired on the marine base and that was blamed on dad.

Mom and I think he’s fine. He’s not up and running but we think he’s running. Mom says we have to find a way to get him going. I don’t know what she means by ‘we’. She said she was going to get some new sexy duds. She said she was going to get one of those little vibrators and sneak it up on him while he’s asleep. She says she’s going to rent one of those movies and get some wild women magazines like the bikers buy. I said to just give him time. I used to say, give ‘it’ time, but changed it to ‘him’. I think for mom it was like sitting around waiting for the popcorn to pop. The more time went by the more odd she got.

Life is really strange when you go day to day thinking about dad’s thing and your mom needing some sex and you’re trying to figure out a way to help both. I try to help. Dad soaks sitting in the bath tub in hot water with the soaking stuff the doctor gave him. It was kind of awkward him having to soak so long by himself but I got a piece of Formica covered kitchen counter material and drilled four holes and screwed some big dowels hanging down. It fits across the tub and the dowels keep it from racking and hides dad. He uses the top to read the paper and put something to drink on and mom and I can sit on the side and dribble our fingers in the water and rub his lower legs with our fingertips and splash a little water up underneath.

One time he got the devil in him and said, “You look like you could use a long soak yourself. Want to climb in and soak with me? You can use the other end of the table you made. I could close my eyes when you got in and out and you could wear a bra.”

I said, “What do we do with our legs? The tub isn’t all that long.”

“You could put yours beside my hips sometimes and I could put mine beside yours sometimes,” he said. “It’s long enough for that.”

“True, true,” I said. “It might be a little cramped. I’m not sure there’s enough room for that. Let me think about it. In the meantime enjoy your soak.”

I rubbed his ankle again and dried my hand and slipped out of the bathroom. Mom was standing beside the door in the hall with her finger on her mouth to be quiet. We quiet walked back to the living room.

Mom said, “You know, that’s not that bad of an idea. When he’s soaking you could go in and take everything off and get in the tub. Put your legs under his thighs and his will be over yours. He’ll be looking at your breasts and knowing you’re necked right in front of him with your legs open. He won’t be able to see that. Tell him to close his eyes when you start. That should do something. Beylikdüzü escort I think it’s worth a try. What do you think?”

“Mom, I’ll be glad to do whatever I can do,” I said, “but I don’t want to lead dad on like that. I’m sure he was just kidding me and I was kidding him back. Wouldn’t he be upset if you walked in on us necked in the tub together?”

“I can easily fix that,” she said. “He won’t be bothered by me knowing in the least. Leave that to me. What do you think? Maybe tomorrow’s soaking. Could you do it then?”

“Sure mom,” I said. “So dad and I would be completely necked, both of us, in the tub with my boobs completely out for him to see and our legs intertwined and its ok with you.”

“Yes, great.” She said. “If that doesn’t turn him on it will at least get him in the ball park in his mind. Besides, if you happen to slide down a little and he happens to slide down a little under that shelf there’s no telling how much good it’ll do. Run your fingers up his legs, see if you can get on the inside of his thighs. He might do that to you. It’ll give you a little more incentive. Him too. I wish I could figure out a way to find out what effect it had. I guess time will tell.”

“How are you doing mom?” I said. “You sound a little desperate.”

“Well,” she said. “I knew it would take a while. The doctor explained everything to me. Twice. He said a good teasing now and then should get him to forget it’s even a problem when he starts to recover. I’ve been teasing him. You could raise the level some. It could be quite a help. I think it’s worth a try. I don’t want him to relapse to not trying or caring. Don’t do anything you don’t want to do. If it’s not fun forget it. Have fun if you can.”

I had this crazy thought and it got out of my mouth before I could stop it and when I thought about it later I sounded like an idiot. “Mom, you know we can’t get each other pregnant. I mean, I can’t get pregnant anyway but we couldn’t, you know, each other, either.”

Mom stood there staring at me with her mouth open. She hadn’t thought of that. Her mouth moved but she didn’t say anything. Then she said, “I’ll think about it.” She turned around and walked off. Just like that.

Dad soaked about an hour or more in the mornings and almost two hours in the evenings. Mostly because he had that cover table I made. He could eat there and read the paper and books and have tea or wine and listen to his player or whatever. He was comfortable. I wasn’t there in the mornings so evening it had to be. I thought I would humor mom. I really didn’t care if dad saw me in the buff. It would be a little exciting for me and hopefully for him too. Dad talks a big talk but no way would he go there for real. It kind of made me want to tease him until he broke. Now there’s a thought. I wonder what mom would say.

Mom and dad and I were between 5ft8 and 5ft11 and were we all more or less slim. Mom had a few pounds extra and looked sexier, still she was pretty thin in the hips. Dad played golf a lot so his waist was thin too. He wasn’t like a walrus in the bathtub and we could both fit easily with maneuvering room to spare. We just had to watch out for his thing. I took off my bra and put my top back on. I took off my shorts and panties and put my shorts back on. We kept the house warm in cold weather. The extra cost was well worth the comfort. Dad got in the tub with his hot water and soaking brew, as we called it, about half an hour ago. I checked with mom and she said now was fine so I went in.

“Hi dad,” I said. “Great idea soaking with you. I checked with mom. She said to have a good time and you don’t have to close your eyes. You can see what you created. Enjoy.”

I took my top off and my boobs flowed right out. I made sure to have my nipples up and out so he would have a nice look. He did. I started my pants down my hips and bent over and took the off. I got in at the controls end, I didn’t try to hide anything. I even had my legs open momentarily. I don’t know how much he got to see. I was shaven except for my tuff so he did get quite a look at quite a lot. I held on to the sides and bending over with my boobs hanging down a little slid down keeping my knees up.

As soon as I sat down I slipped my toes under his knees and stretched them out beside his hips and slipped on down more keeping his feet on either side of me. The water was fairly hot but not enough to be a problem. I guess he started out hot and let it cool and put more hot in later. We sat for a few moments smiling at each other. I was in the tub with a necked man. That was way nice. My legs were open and just a quick slide away from his penis dick. That was way, way nicer. The table I made hid us both from seeing, except my boobs but I could see his boobs too. Nothing to wash so I twitted my toes splashing the water near his sides and did the same with my fingers.

Mom came in with two pillows. She said, “I got these this morning. They’re made of rubber and water proof.” She put one Beylikdüzü escort in back of me which buffered the faucet and stuff and they were a bit thick which pushed me towards dad. She put the other one in back of dad which pushed him nearer to me. Mom went away and came back with some ice tea for me and a small pitcher for refills. She said, “You two look comfortable. Happy soaking and have some fun.” Mom left.

My knees got pushed up and dads did too. The middle of his thighs was right over the middle of mine. Dad was staring at the door mom just went out. I was looking at dad. My knees were up and I was wide open. Dad probably felt about the same. We couldn’t see it but our things could see each other through the water. I could feel mine looking and I figured dad could feel his looking. Maybe not with his condition but that’s why I was here.

I said, “Is this ok dad. Should I move backwards?”

“I’m ok Charlie,” he said. “I don’t think you’re in any danger, so to speak.”

“I wouldn’t mind if I was, you know, in danger,” I said. The water seemed to be sloshing from one end of the tub to the other. It was up high enough to cover him above his thing. I said, “How long do you have to do this. In days. A week, month. The water seems to be getting hotter. That’s strange.”

“No time limit,” he said. “Just waiting to see if it helps. The soaking medicine makes it hotter. Actually it isn’t medicine. You can get it across the counter.”

“What does it do?” I said. “The soaking medicine. What kind of problem do you have?”

“Ok,” he said. “I had an operation. Minor one. It was completely successful. There’s a thing that holds the blood in the penis when it’s inflated. That isn’t working. Its ok, it’s recovering. The soaking medicine is a mixture of pepper juices from Mexico. It only takes a few drops in all this water. It doesn’t much bother normal skin surfaces but does the same thing with genital surfaces that peppers do in your mouth. Stimulates all those nerve endings and turns you on. If you rub around it turns you on more because it pushes it into the surface nearer the nerves. You’re getting hotter because you’re getting turned on. Sorry. I should have said something. I was distracted watching you get undressed.”

“Oh,” I said. “I don’t know what to say. I think I like it.”

Dad laughed out loud at that and said, “If you do what I’m supposed to be doing it gets a lot better.”

“Really,” I said. “What are you supposed to be doing?”

“The doctor said it would help if I stimulated myself while soaking to help the soaking medicine do its job,” he said. “Charlie, I’ve never gotten in the habit of doing that and it makes me a little uncomfortable. I know its normal for most everybody else but still. I haven’t told mom. I don’t want her to know. The doctor said to be slow and soft and if your mom tries that she’ll get going and kill me.”

Now I knew why he wanted me to get in the tub with him. It made sense. He needed me to help him get back to mom. We were both quiet, looking in each other’s eyes. I smiled and he smiled. We both knew each other knew. I hooked my fingers under his knees and pulled slightly. I slid towards him and he slid towards me. We didn’t have that far to go. I felt him run into my crotch. For a moment I was confused then I knew it was his penis dick hanging down between his legs and pushing into my crotch.

It wasn’t all that small at all, being de-excited. Dad must be one of those men that had a very big penis dick that got thinner around and softer but didn’t lose much bulk. I have never in my life held a real penis dick in my fingers. Or hand. I wasn’t afraid to do that I just never had the opportunity. I let my fingers drop down his thighs and down in between us and grabbed on and pulled him up from between us. I was quite comfortable, not strained or anything like that.

I was still looking at dad and he was still looking at me. I got both hands working. It seemed quite substantial. Pumped up it must be gigantic. We were doing all this in the blind as far as our middles were concerned. I couldn’t believe my luck. This might turn out to be a fun thing.

I said, “Keep instructing me until I get it right. Teach me different ways. Tell me how it feels as we go. Don’t be afraid to be specific. If rubbing you against me occasionally helps that’s fine. Teach me how and where. Nothing is off limits dad.”

Dad nodded his head at me. He said, “Rubbing the head various ways will rub in the medicine and stimulate me more. Rubbing the head against you will do the same thing. Both stimulate the brain which causes the blood to flow and try to be trapped. It’s a sex thing at this point. The more sex, the more stimulation, the more driving force. Charlie, you’re going to get more turned on with this soaking stuff. The doctor said it may cause orgasms. If you go with what you want to do it’ll probably work for me. Thank you.”

I got started. I knew about jacking and the sensitivity of the head and Escort Beylikdüzü not to squeeze his balls too much. I research with my tablet and vibrator at the same time. Dad closed his eyes or moaned when it was good. I was surprised. I was wrong thinking him being flat cut off the feelings. Dad was ramped up pretty good. I absolutely loved massaging his balls and pulling his foreskin down. I felt every little ripple up and down his penis dick. I picked up penis dick from mom and got used to saying it. Some of my friends giggle at me. I don’t care. I got one in my hand.

Every now and then I got my hand firm around it with the foreskin pulled down and the head up clear from my hand and slid back ever so slightly and rubbed the head right against my clit and down to my vagina and pushed it in about half the head and up again. With the water it was so smooth he probably wouldn’t be aware where it was at first. I sure was. My clit wasn’t burning but it was warm and jittery. I was squeezing everything I had all the time. That pepper was great. I wanted to fuck a glee club and right damn now.

I had an orgasm. I’m fairly sure dad knew but he didn’t say anything. A little while later his legs got frozen and I quick as a fox got my fingers right up to his pee dimple and a moment later I felt his semen coming out in spurts. It started in a bit of a stream but broke up into spurts. I felt him push up a couple of times. I think he was trying not to. I jacked him the best I could while he orgasmed. He had his eyes closed. He probably didn’t want to do that with me there. When he opened his eyes I looked right at him and smiled and mouthed ‘Thank you’. He nodded. An orgasm without getting hard. I didn’t know that was possible.

We got so puckered we got out of the water, drained the tub, and showered. We both washed our essentials for a long time trying to get the pepper out. Taking a shower with a nude dad is a very special thing. After we rinsed and before we dried off I got him around the neck and thanked him for such a good time. I rubbed his with mine to thank him. He rubbed mine with his to say you’re welcome. Mom was happy to see us out of the tub.

The next day was inventory day at work and we were going to do that in the afternoon so I was home with mom the whole morning. The pepper was gone. It faded away fairly quickly out of the water. Mom and I were sitting around. I said, “Would you like to go climb in bed and have some orgasms? As many as you want. We’ll find a way. Might be fun.”

Mom looked at me almost stricken. Then she screwed up her face like she was going to cry then shook her head ‘yes’ a number of times. I got her hand and led her off. She told me that night she was very relieved I asked. We went to their bedroom. Mom closed the curtains so it was mostly dark and turned on the radio to some classical music. Mom loved classical music. We stripped except for our pants and got on the bed. We faced each other stretched down the bed and melted into each other almost like an emergency.

An immediate really shocking erotic kissing started. Mom had her hand down in the back of my pants right away and our tits were duking it out. Mom really needed some of what she had been missing. I didn’t realize how bad until now. I got my pants off and started pulling hers down. I couldn’t get down low enough to get them off because of the kissing and holding each other but I saw her fling them off to the floor. I called this a ‘fuck’ state and in a fuck state the only thing that mattered was clit action.

She needed the sex exercise so I got my leg up under her waist and the other one over above her hip. Both of our clits were mostly up and out front rather than down under. I pulled her in with my heels and she started low on my hood with the top of hers and went way up and bumped over to the other side and came down that side and across the front of my clit and started back up again. It was a beautifully erotic routine and fucked our clits like magic.

Mom said, “Wait a minute.”

She pulled off and reached over and got something from a nightstand drawer and flipped the top off and lubed us both and put it on the nightstand. It took about three seconds to get back in position and going again. It was much smoother with the lube. Petjel, it didn’t go away. About five minutes and mom had a really good quick reaction orgasm. About three minutes recovery and we were at it again. She was much more relaxed and enjoyable after. Good relaxing kisses and nipple tweaking and butt massaging, in and out. She loved running her hands all down my back. I did her.

Mom said, “Could you get on top?”

We broke again and she turned on her back and I slipped over on and her legs came up and I got settled with my clit aligned with hers and away we went. Not frantic but smoother that before. It was so erotic having my clit massaged like that, with another clit. Knowing she was feeling what I was made it even better. I got some fingers at her butt and started fiddling. That got some moans. I switched hands and got two fingers in her vagina and finger fucked her while we were clit fucking. About ten minutes and mom had another orgasm. We kept going and I had one. She played it out with me so expertly making it a nice complete one.

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A story about Jim’s weekend visiting his new girlfriend’s home and meeting her mum for the first time. Three horny people acting on impulse!

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“Oh god, I’m sorry!”…sorry, sorry, sorry!”

Mrs Spencer’s voice trailed off as she retreated back into the kitchen.

“Oh my god,” we heard her say again, as Kathy flung herself on the sofa beside me, leaving my cock proudly erect, and glistening with her pussy juices.

We weren’t expecting her home so soon, and it must have been quite a surprise to see her daughter straddling me on the sofa, it was certainly not the best impression for me to make on my first visit to meet her.

Kathy and I had only met three weeks before, and every moment we were together at my place it seemed we were fucking. The chemistry between us was huge, and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

When I’d arrived earlier that day I was struck by how much Kathy and her mum were alike. Both no more than five feet nothing, both blonde, both blue eyed, and both with a cute rear, although her mum’s was rather more ample.

I thought I’d made a good impression, and Mrs Spencer made me feel at home, showing me where everything in the house was. When she said that she was going out to visit her mother, Kathy had told me that she was always at least a couple of hours.

Before too long I was fingering Kathy’s pussy, with the inevitable happening. Kathy had soon unzipped me and was lowering herself onto my cock, but unfortunately, we hadn’t heard the back door open with Mrs Spencer catching us in the act.

Fumbling to pull up my boxers and jeans, Kathy hurried into the kitchen to apologise to her mum. I listened to the conversation which went along the lines of, “I hope you two are being careful, I’m not judging you, but it was a bit of a surprise. Go and tell Jim I’m not angry, and tell him not to get all embarrassed about it.”

Kathy returned to the lounge with her mum following, looking rather subdued.

“I’m sorry Mrs Spencer, we…”

Before I’d finished my sentence, Kathy’s mum interrupted.

“Jim, don’t say anything, just let’s just say it was unfortunate, but if you two want time together I’m out for the afternoon tomorrow, so keep a hold on your … well you know… desires!”

I was bright red, looking down at the carpet, feeling like I’d been caught with my hand in the till.

“Thank you Mrs Spencer,” I said it quietly, “I’ll just go upstairs now to give you two space.”

“Jim!” she quickly said, “for god’s sake stop calling me Mrs Spencer, it makes me feel ancient, it’s Barbara, or Babs to you!”

“Yes Mrs Spencer, I mean Babs,” I replied, and managed a smile towards Kathy.

The evening meal went much better, it was a simple ham salad, but accompanied by a lot of wine, Babs loved her wine and she showed me her wine rack proudly. What it meant was that everyone’s conversation relaxed, and I began to find out more about Kathy’s background.

Babs had been divorced for five years, and although Barry, her ex still visited, he had been having an affair with his secretary, and that was why they had originally separated.

Both Kathy and her mum seemed quite relaxed about it, Kathy made comment about her mum making a few wrong decisions with guys since being single again.

“You remember that one…Jeff…he kept putting his arm around me, pinching my bum!” Kathy was remembering, and then screwed up her face, “Yuk,” she added.

“Oh god yes, he was a big mistake, and then the other one was John. He ended up sleeping with Debra, after I dumped him at her party.”

Both Kathy and her mum giggled as the alcohol took effect.

Eventually I said that I’d go up to bed, and I asked if Babs minded if I was up early to go for a run before breakfast?

“You go ahead, I will be up early myself, I expect Kathy will surface sometime later as usual.”

In bed I lay there feeling rather frustrated, me getting interrupted on the sofa with Kathy hadn’t helped, but the alcohol and the startling similarity of Babs to her daughter had promoted a fantasy in my mind.

I needed to put that out of my mind, but as I stroked my cock slowly, the vision of me fucking Kathy’s mum kept returning. When I came into my tissues, I imagined the semen I produced dribbling from Babs’ pussy.

Guiltily I finally went to sleep, setting the alarm on my phone for 6am.

The house was all quiet as I left, and once outside and not really knowing any route to take, I followed the road at first, until I saw a sign for a public footpath through a field leading into a wooded area. It was apparent that it wasn’t used a lot, it was muddy underfoot, and had quite a few bushes, and brambles that were over grown. So much so that I managed to scratch my thigh on one of them, deep enough to draw blood.

By the time I got back to Kathy’s house, some forty minutes later, it had stopped bleeding, but was quite sore.

I had to dump my trainers outside the kitchen door, and quietly, I stepped inside, trying Beylikdüzü escort not to wake anyone.

“It’s okay Jim, I’m up and about,” Babs was careful not to speak too loudly, “Did you have a good run, where did you go?” and then seeing my scratch said, “Oh my goodness, you’re bleeding, what have you done?”

“I ran down this footpath and got scratched by some thorns, it’s okay, after I’ve had a shower it will be alright.”

“No it’s not, sit down there, and I’ll get the first aid kit, now please do as you’re told!”

Who was I to argue, so I sat on one of the stools and waited for Babs to get the first aid kit out of the top cupboard.

I’d noticed that Babs was wearing a towelling bathrobe tied around the middle, it fed into my fantasy from the night before, but trying desperately to put that out of my mind I watched as she reached upwards to the cupboard. Like Kathy, Babs was tiny, and when she lifted her arms up, her bathrobe pulled upwards too, showing a good proportion of her thighs.

“I’ll get it for you,” I offered.

“No, it’s okay, you just sit there,” Babs was insistent, and I wasn’t going to argue, as I took in the sight of her legs.

She placed the first aid kit on the work surface, and opened up a packet of cotton wool, running it under the kitchen tap.

“Now pull your shorts up a bit.”

Babs carefully dabbed and wiped the congealed blood away from the scratch, her fingers softly scraping against my skin, and as she leaned forward I couldn’t help but notice the neck of her bathrobe gaping open revealing the cleavage between her breasts.

Immediately my cock began to react, and I did the only thing I could, with one hand pulling the fabric on my shorts away from the scratch, my other hand had to rest on my lap, holding my cock in check.

As if to add to my woes, Babs seemed to bend further over, and this time I could clearly see the nipple of one breast. At the moment I was staring down her neck opening, she looked up at me.

“How’s that, it’s not a deep scratch, once you’ve had a shower it’ll be okay, if it’s not I’ll put a plaster on it.”

Holding my gaze she reached across to put the soiled piece of cotton wool on the work surface, and pointedly pulled the bathrobe together, knowing very well what I’d been looking at.

“You can use the downstairs shower in there, there’s plenty of towels, and I suggest that it had better be a cold one!”

She raised her eyebrows as she saw me clutching my hand to my crotch, trying to disguise my erection.

I must have gone bright red because she turned to tidy up the first aid kit, and added, “Go on, while I’m not looking…COLD WATER!”

Rapidly I went into the downstairs toilet where there was a loo, a wash hand basin, and a shower cubicle.

My cock subsided as I showered, making sure that I’d got all the mud off my legs. By the time I’d finished, and dried off, I realised I only had a towel to use to return to my bedroom. I tentatively opened the door and just outside the kitchen whispered, “Is it okay to come through, Mrs Spencer?”

Her voice answered, “Yes, and I’ve told you it’s Babs!”

I poked my head round the door first, and saw her looking at me with a smile.

“Better?… was it cold?” and she giggled. “C’mon in, for god’s sake, I know what men look like.”

I stepped into the kitchen, clutching my towel, adding, “I’ll just go and get dressed.”

“Yes, but let me see that scratch first, you might need a plaster.”

“No, it’s fine, I’m sure.” I replied uncertainly.

“Sit down! God you kids, for goodness sake, do as you’re told!”

Obediently I sat on the stool once more, and this time the difficulty was keeping the towel wrapped around me, while lifting one side up to reveal the scratch.

Babs took control, “Stop messing about, I don’t want to see all of you, just the scratch.”

She lifted the edge of the towel and once again leaned towards me. This time I was certain she meant to do it. She had loosened the tie around her waist slightly, so that her bathrobe gaped even wider.

“I think it needs a plaster, just to stop your trousers rubbing against it.”

Standing up, Babs had a plaster already to hand and tore the sachet open.

“Lift up, hold that there while I put it on.”

She took the edge of the towel, pulling it further up, and applied the plaster. My cock was now reacting once again.

I could see one whole breast and her nipple, and she was now pressing her hip against my thigh. As before, she looked up at me.

“There, that’s fine now… I’ll let you go and get dressed. The cold shower doesn’t seem to have worked very well though.”

My face glowed red once again, “I’m sorry…,” I stuttered, “god …how embarrassing, I’ve not made much of an impression have I?”

“On the contrary you’ve made a very good impression, I hope I’ve done the same with you, it certainly looks like it.”

Standing up, Babs deliberately placed one hand on my crotch, “I’m sure Kathy Beylikdüzü escort will do something about that, while I’m out this afternoon, I’m very jealous.”

Gently she squeezed and she felt how hard I was. I didn’t know how to react, and she realised how confused I was.

“I think I’d better get dressed,” I repeated, and then just to befuddle me more, she kissed me, full on the lips, softly, slipping her tongue against mine.

Instinctively, and probably bravely, I slid my hand behind her and gripped her ass. As I did that, the towel fell away and my erection was exposed. She stepped backwards and looked down with a soft sigh, “Yes I think you had, before things get out of control, go on quickly, before something more happens.”

Grabbing the towel I made my exit, still stiff, and walking awkwardly.

As I climbed the stairs I heard Kathy calling my name, “Jim, you been out running?”

I stuck my head round her bedroom door to see her laying on her bed, with her pussy brazenly on display.

Whispering, she hissed, “Come and fuck me, I dare you!”

At that moment Babs appeared at the bottom of the stairs, “Tea, you two?”

Kathy raised her middle finger silently in disgust, and pulled a face, while I said, “Yes please, Mrs Spencer,” and waved Kathy goodbye, disappearing into my room to get dressed.

I heard Babs take a mug of tea into Kathy’s room, and a few moments later she came into mine. I’d just managed to get into my boxers before she entered, and after she’d put the mug of tea down on the dressing table she casually stopped and felt for my cock again. Briefly squeezing it, she whispered, “Gone soft?” and left with a teasing smile.

The whole episode had felt bizarre yet very horny.

At breakfast I tried to avoid eye contact with Babs. Kathy was very attentive, and obviously couldn’t wait for her mum to go out that afternoon. Her mum meanwhile was making occasional quips about changing her mind and stopping at home. There was just one moment when our eyes did meet, and she sarcastically reminded Kathy that she had choir on Sunday morning, and that I would be home alone with her. To stifle that thought in Kathy’s mind, I chipped in with the fact that I would be out running most of the morning.

I knew that Kathy had a superb voice and she had already told me that Sunday morning service was a fixed event in her calendar. Every Sunday from the age of eight her mum dropped her off at 8.30am for rehearsal before the usual 9.30am service. She picked her up again at 11am afterwards, and this routine was only interrupted by sickness or bad weather.

I wasn’t really a believer, and I thought that a long run would be perfect to fill in the time while she was at church. However, Babs’ behaviour had made me think that my run may be a lot shorter than I’d intimated.

The morning went slowly, Kathy walked me round the garden several times, taking every opportunity to fondle my cock when out of sight of the house, and whispering how much she wanted to fuck me.

Eventually Babs decided that she would leave just before lunchtime. She had texted a friend and was meeting her for a snack before they hit the shops. With a knowing wink, she made a point of saying she’d be back at five and not before.

We heard her drive away, and like a limpet Kathy’s lips latched themselves on mine, before dragging me up to her bedroom.

“Hurry up, I want that cock inside me, I’ve been bursting all day.”

Kathy was already naked on the bed before I’d got my jeans off. She watched as I finally tugged my boxers down and saw my cock rising to attention. Her tiny body lay on the bed, with her shaved pussy, and its lips puffed up and a hint of pussy juice visible.

“Fuck me… I don’t want any messing about, I want you inside me…now!”

I knelt on the bed and Kathy flung her arms around my neck, and like a gymnast swung her hips up underneath me until her pussy was searching for my cock. As I lowered myself down, I pressed inside her, both of us sinking into the mattress.

“Oh god, that’s it, Jim! … Jimmy!…I’ve wanted that…now fuck me…hard!”

I was desperate to cum, I’d waited for this fuck in the face of so much teasing and temptation. All I wanted was to selfishly unload.

The bed shook with my thrusting, poor little Kathy’s body was pounded, yet still she asked for it harder.

It could only have been a few minutes before I let it happen. With a loud grunt of pleasure I rammed my cock deep inside her, pinning her to the bed and hearing her surprised voice just say a simple, “Oh god!”

I was breathing hard, and after initially holding myself inside her, I rolled to one side.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered, “I couldn’t hold back.”

Kathy turned on her side and looked down at me.

“Silly thing, I asked for it, it was fantastic, I’ve never seen you like that before, so animalistic.”

Kissing me softly, her hand on my chest as it rose and fell with my heavy breathing, she added, “I’ve got your cum Escort Beylikdüzü inside me, it feels great, and you can make me cum later.”

We lay kissing for what seemed like ages, Kathy loved being unhurried, and she knew I would recover before not too long. When she began to play with my nipples it was always the precursor to a gradual hardening of my cock. Her fingers stroked, and gently squeezed them before her tongue ran over them and travelled down my chest. Taking my cock between her fingers, her mouth closed over the head and she savoured the taste of her own pussy juices along with the last of my spunk.

“God Kathy, you really know how to do that.”

I could feel my cock growing, and lay back closing my eyes, lazily stroking my hand down her spine.

My cock was almost completely hard when her tiny body flipped itself over my body and she straddled my chest. Kneeling either side of me she pushed her pussy backwards towards my face.

I loved licking her plump pussy lips, and her clit was larger than most, which I adored sucking. She loved me doing it too. But this time my spunk was oozing out over those same lips, and although I was familiar with the taste, I hadn’t realised how much I’d cum. As my tongue slid inside her pussy my face was covered with the release of it all. Swallowing some of it, my tongue found her clit and her whole body jumped.

Lifting her head briefly from my cock she exclaimed, “God!…please, do it the way I like it, make me cum.”

It seemed that her clit engorged immediately, becoming bigger, as I started to lick and suck the little bud. The sensation must have been so intense that my cock was abandoned, and she lifted herself up on her arms, her back arching as she spread her knees wider.

My ears were muffled, but I could still hear her arousal building from her soft whimpers at first, and then to rhythmic gasps, to the more desperate cries as she approached her first orgasm.

“Jim, Jim, you’re nearly there, god I’m cumming, I’m going to cum.”

She gave a loud cry, and her hips shuddered above me, her pussy pulsated, seeming to get even more moist and sweeter.

It took many seconds for her sighing to calm down, and eventually I heard a quiet “thank you.”

I reached down sensing my cock was still awaiting something more, I gripped it and it’s hardness was returning. Lifting Kathy’s almost limp body off me and to one side, I swung myself around, surprising her as I spread her thighs again.

“Jim! …Fuck!… you horny sod, oh my god…” Her voice was stifled by my mouth covering her mouth, and my cock entering her again. This time I was in no rush, and I knew that she was still in a state of high arousal. As if in confirmation, Kathy wrapped her legs behind my thighs, holding me tight inside her.

The fucking was slow, my cock pleasuring her, and her quiet, regular groan each time I pushed, bringing her closer to cumming again.

“Oh Jesus Jim, this is heavenly, don’t stop, just keep doing that, slowly…oh god!”

We must have fucked for another twenty minutes and she came twice more, before I couldn’t stop myself shooting even more spunk into her pussy. Totally exhausted we fell asleep and then panicked a bit, when Kathy shook me awake with her alarm clock reading 4.30pm.

Babs arrived back about an hour later, looking quizzical, knowing very well we’d been fucking all afternoon.

“Hope you weren’t too bored this afternoon, I’ve had a great time, and look what I’ve bought.”

Kathy looked at me and did a sarcastic bored yawn before asking, “Go on, something exciting?”

“Well I think so, look!” was Bab’s impatient reply.

From a fancy carrier bag Babs pulled out a rather revealing red dress, low cut, and held it up against herself. Twirling she added, “This is for the anniversary do, our company’s hundredth year, its next month, what do you think?”

“Well if you don’t get pulled in that, you never will!” Kathy didn’t mince her words.

“What do you think Jim, what’s your man’s’ opinion?”

Stuttering, I said, “Yes…it’s…its…it looks great!”

“What he means is, he’d fuck you in that!”

Babs looked horrified, and I couldn’t believe what Kathy had just said.

“Kathy! Stop being so foul mouthed, you should be ashamed of yourself!”

But what was obvious were the red faces on both of us as Babs remonstrated with her.

Kathy perhaps regretted her remark, and quickly left the kitchen disappearing upstairs. I was left feeling embarrassed until Babs said, “Do you think she suspects?”

“There’s nothing to suspect is there? I replied feebly.

“Not yet. Go and have a word with her, she’ll probably say sorry to me later.”

I went upstairs and tapped on Kathy’s bedroom door.

“Can I come in?”

I went in anyway, and Kathy was sitting on the bed texting on her mobile phone.

“Are you okay? That came out of the blue?”

“I saw the way you looked at her when she got back from shopping, I think she fancies you!”

“Don’t be silly,” I said guiltily, “you’re imagining it, anyway she’s thirty years older than me.”

“Hmmmmmm, anyway, I’ll apologise in a minute, I guess I shot my mouth off, it was so good this afternoon, I couldn’t bear you doing that with anyone else.”

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“Hey Bran.”

I looked up from my studies just in time to get hit in the face with Suzu, Amy’s teddy bear. I blinked in shock as she screamed, “Bear attack!”

“Jerk!” I squealed, and threw it back at her. She caught it cleanly and grinned wickedly, rearing back to throw it again. I scrambled to sit and get my hands up.

Amy had lettered for four years in softball in high school, so the match wasn’t very even. She took it easy on me and I managed to block it. I tried to fake her out, but she was too good and caught it again. By this time we were both on our knees on our beds, giggling, as we faced off across our little dorm room. She made me flinch several times before throwing it back; she drilled me in the stomach so hard I couldn’t help but catch it. She laughed in encouragement, and my attempt at a hard throw ended up hitting the ceiling over her head. We played volleyball for a few seconds before she pulled back with a gleam in her eyes.

“No, Amy!” I protested, but she threw hard at my head.

I got a hand up and it careened back towards the foot of her bed. She lunged to swat it back to me and I swung wildly at it, sending it towards the head of her bed as she tumbled headfirst off the foot of it, a lone bare leg sticking up from where she had fallen. The bear made a funny noise and I sat up, puzzled.

“Oh crap, Amy!”

I jumped up and ran over to her bed. The bear had hit the half-empty remains of her Big Gulp; the lid had popped off, and soda was all over her pillow and sheets. I didn’t know what to do since the soda had already soaked into everything. Amy got up and shoved me.

“Jerk. You got my bed wet!”

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to!”

She pulled a fist back as if to punch me and I pulled back in terror before she broke into a big smile.

“I wouldn’t hit you, silly! It’s my fault anyway. I knew I should have dumped that cup.”

We shared a laugh before pulling off her sheets. We put on shorts—both of us were only wearing tees and panties as it was already past 11PM—and took the soaking sheets down to the laundry room. Just our luck, all the washers were full and there were already several loads waiting for the dryers. We took her stuff to the showers and soaked them, hoping to get the soda stains out. Amy had just changed her other set of sheets after way too long, and they were in the bottom of her hamper, so she didn’t have a spare set. I only had one set, washing and changing them the same day.

Our dorm mattresses were hard plastic, and when we got back to the room we started arguing about who was going to sleep on my bed. It would totally suck to sleep on those mattresses without sheets. I insisted she sleep in my bed, since I had ruined hers, but she refused, saying she had started the whole fight. We argued for half an hour before finally compromising: we would both sleep in my bed. I’m not really sure whose idea it was, but I didn’t think it was a big deal. I’d had sleepovers before, and this was only for one night due to extenuating circumstances.

Amy is beautiful, the girl I wished I could be, with jet black hair. She was my best friend at College. Athletic, toned, funny, personable and supremely confident; I had envied her from the day we met. She was small up top, but with her body and personality, she never had a problem with boys. The only advantage I had on her was my boobs, which were much bigger, but I compensated with more than a few pounds. It was like I was determined to put on the entire freshman fifteen in the first semester and with wavy brown hair and a somewhat reserved personality, boys didn’t pay much attention to me.

The dorm’s beds are really quite small, and with Amy’s pillow soaked, we both tried to share mine; it was a tight squeeze. We considered laying head to foot, but there was no way I was going have feet by my head. We giggled a lot in the dark as we tried to find a position we were comfortable in. She complained that the wall was cold and squooshed into me, and I scooted over so far I was almost falling off the other side of the bed. Finally we settled down and I drifted off to sleep.

I was having a dream about Brad Pitt making out with me, yet I felt someone’s hand under my shirt, feeling my tit. I slowly woke to the realization it was Amy. I was feeling so relaxed, I didn’t move, enjoying the sensation. She flicked my nipple and I let out a squeak, causing her to freeze for few moments. I didn’t move and she started to caress me again. God it felt great, and I knew I was already wet, but as I woke up, I realized that I needed to say something. This was Amy after all!

“What are you doing?” I sighed with a smile as I turned to her.

She jerked her hand away and sat bolt upright. “Oh my God!” she squealed, lunging out of the bed and out the door. I’m not sure how she got up and out the door so fast. I pulled my shirt back down, wondering where she had gone. Maybe I should have started with “I like Beylikdüzü escort that.”

I rolled out of bed, turned on a light, and went to the bathroom. Sure enough, she was in one of the stalls, sobbing. I stood outside and tried to get her to come out but she wouldn’t even answer me. Susan came in to use the toilet and when she came out she asked what was going on. Amy was suddenly silent.

“She spilled soda on my bed and now she’s all weepy and apologetic.”

Susan knocked on the stall and told Amy to come out. Suddenly the door flew open and Amy ran past us in a blur. I rolled my eyes in mock exasperation and went back to our room. When I got in, Amy wasn’t there. I looked around for a moment before hearing something from her closet. I peeked in and there she was, balled up and buried in the back, crying. I told her to come out but she refused so I grabbed a small handful of hair just in the back of her neck; she squealed in pain and followed me. I put her back on my bed and she started blubbering.

“Please don’t tell anyone. I didn’t mean it. Please don’t tell.”

Over and over again. She was holding her palms out defensively and looked a bit like the monster girl from The Ring. I fought my way through her hands and hugged her, trying to calm her down. I held her, stroking her back, and told her everything was okay as she cried on my shoulder. I felt really bad for her. She finally started to calm down.

“Hey,” I warned, “No blowing your nose on my shirt.”

She giggled a little and I got her a tissue. She slowly composed herself as we sat together, gently stroking her arm in reassurance.

“You feeling better?” I asked softly and she nodded. “Good. Now back to my question: what were you doing?” Her eyes bugged out and she looked like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “Amy, what were you doing?”

“Nothing,” she whispered.

“Amy.” She swallowed apprehensively and looked away but I steered her face back to me. “Amy,” I said again, looking right into her eyes.

“It’s just that…well…I don’t have any boobs and you do…,” she started, glancing at me guiltily. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“So you just thought you help yourself to a squeeze?”

She frowned a little. “Yes.”

“You have boobs.”

“Yeah, but they’re tiny.”

I ignored her comment. “Guys have felt your titties, right?”

She shrugged. “Yeah.”

“And did you just let them walk up and grab away?”

“No!”

“No?” I asked quietly. “What did they have do first?”

“Well, make out a little…”

“Right, kiss you. But you didn’t kiss me, did you?”

She was completely stunned at the line of questioning. I had already decided what I wanted. Understanding dawned on her face and she glanced away shyly before slowly leaning in for kiss. I let her come in before pulling back.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

She jumped back and looked at me in alarm. “I thought you wanted me…”

“Amy, we’re not talking about what I want. We’re talking about what you want.”

She thought about it for a few moments. “Can I kiss you?” she asked quietly.

“Why?” I asked with mock suspicion.

She swallowed nervously. “So I can feel your boobs?” she whispered.

“No!” I said with mock disgust, and she pulled back in shock. “Have you looked at yourself? You’re a mess.” I broke into a big smile. “Go wash your face, you’re all messed up from crying.”

Her eyes widened as she realized what I was saying and she broke into a big smile and dashed out of the room. Honestly, I couldn’t believe what I had just done, but I was giddy at the prospect of what was about to happen. I had never kissed a girl, never wanted to, never thought about it, but suddenly it seemed like the most natural thing to do. I knew I wasn’t a lesbian, but I did want to make out with her a little.

A fresh-looking Amy reappeared and practically tackled me on my bed with a smile. “You were teasing me!” she complained as we giggled nose to nose.

“Hey, it wasn’t my idea to cop a feel…”

She was suddenly serious. “I’ve never kissed a girl.”

“Skipped straight to second base, huh?” She looked at me with a guilty grin. “I haven’t either,” I whispered.

She moved in but I laughed and pulled back. Then I tried, but we couldn’t seem to make it work without giggling. We decided to sit up and try, but managed nothing more than a light peck on the lips before bursting out laughing. This was way harder than it looked. We held each other’s hands and grinned at each other before trying and failing again. Finally we had the idea to turn off the light. In the darkness I calmed immediately and a moment later I leaned forward with my lips parted…and caught her on the bridge of the nose. We both fell backwards with peals of laughter. We sat again and suddenly it was deathly still as I could see her, beautiful Amy, dimly in the darkness. I cupped her face and we met in a kiss.

God, she could kiss. My high school boyfriends Beylikdüzü escort had never been much into kissing, but Amy and I didn’t have any issue with that. Our tongues battled and played as we kissed and by the time she cupped my breast, I was more than ready. Suddenly we were lifting off each other’s tops, feeling each other’s breasts, as we kissed deeply. We were both whimpering and I had never felt anything so wonderful in my life. We kissed, caressed, pinched and loved each other. I wanted for her to go further, but I didn’t want to initiate anything. I knew my panties were soaked, but was afraid that if I took a hand off her breast, she would take one off mine and I didn’t want her to stop. Instead, we sat cross-legged, knee to knee, and kissed and played with each other’s breasts. Early in the morning we collapsed on my pillow and fell into an exhausted sleep.

I awoke in the sunlight and looked over to see Amy looking at me. The moment our eyes met, she looked away with a blank expression and sat up. She slid off the bed, put on her shirt, and left the room. I had class and left before she returned and she was gone when I got back. The first night I sat alone and waited for her, hoping that it was all in my head, hoping we could play again. My heart leapt when she returned…and then was crushed as a guy followed her in.

“Hey Bran, can you give us some space?” she asked with scarcely a glance as she started making out with this guy I had never seen. My jaw dropped and I finally left the room, spending the night in the lounge, not even allowed the privacy to cry. We didn’t talk for the next three months. Over the next few nights she had a succession of new lovers. I was devastated, having lost my only friend on campus and my social life in one cruel twist. Amy, on the other hand, seemed to BFF with half of our all-girl dorm. One good thing did come out of it: with no friends, no social life and no interest in being in my room, I spent a lot of time in the library, didn’t party, and got a 4.0.

Amy says her epiphany came during Thanksgiving; I started to feel a change also. She started being less a bitch. Sometimes it felt like she watched me dress. I didn’t really care and just went about my business. She left for Christmas break before I did, and when I returned to the room I found a Christmas card on my desk. She had written on it that she hoped I would have good Christmas and she hoped we could be friends again. My blood boiled. After all she had done, she just expected me to forget about it, and yet I still burned for her. She was still the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. I had no interest in any other girls, and still wished for a boyfriend, but I wanted her most of all. I wanted her and hated her at the same time.

Late in January I returned to school, still livid about her note. She wasn’t in as I moved back into our room, but she had clearly been there. I was glad. I didn’t want to make a scene in front of my parents. When she returned that night I was laying on my bed reading a novel while listening to my iPod and I didn’t bother acknowledging her. I could feel her looking at me, even after she sat on her bed. Unfortunately, I had to pee. I eventually pulled out my headphones and left for the bathroom. As soon as I pulled them out she said, “Hi Brandi,” but I didn’t answer and just left. She tried again as I returned, and I offered a “Hi” and put my earphones back in. I kept them in even after I turned out the lights, pulling them out as I got ready to sleep. I was just about to fall asleep when she tried again, catching me off guard.

“Brandi?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we be friends again?”

“No,” I sighed, trying to stay calm.

“Why not?”

I bolted upright and flicked on the desk light. “Why not? I get the silent treatment for four months and you ask why not?” I screamed at her.

“Bran, I’m sorry,” she said after a pause while pulling a pillow to her chest defensively.

“You’re sorry? Sorry for what? Sorry for groping me in my sleep? Sorry for ignoring me? Sorry for rubbing in my face that boys like you?”

“I just want to be your friend again.”

“Yeah? With friends like you I don’t need enemies. No thanks.”

“Please, can I make it up to you?”

“You can shut the fuck up and leave me alone.” I flicked the light off and lie back down, still furious.

“Brandi, I’m sorry.” I didn’t respond. “I’m sorry,” she finally repeated. “I didn’t do it to hurt you.”

I had had enough. I sat back up and turned the light on again. “You didn’t mean to hurt me? What, you just happened to fall on seven or eight cocks on the way home and decided to show me?”

“I was confused.”

“You were confused? You were confused? How do you think I felt, waking up to my roommate feeling me up and seducing me then tossing me aside like a used tissue? How do you think that felt?”

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered.

“Yeah right. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

“No, I was confused.”

“Confused? Escort Beylikdüzü Confused is a little, lost girl spending her life alone in the library; it’s not being a slut and fucking everything that moves.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Slut? No? Is there another term for a girl who fucks eight different guys in eight nights? Whore maybe?”

She started to shake. “Please don’t say that.”

“I hate you,” I hissed and turned off the light again.

I fumed in the darkness and listened to her break down. My anger evaporated, as I had said what I wanted to say. She was really sobbing; a soul-crushing wail of despair. Listening to her cry broke my heart–I’m such a softie.

Finally I sighed. I was going to get no sleep with her crying like that and I was feeling bad about it also. “Amy, come here.” She didn’t move. “Amy, come here,” I ordered. She still didn’t react. “Bitch, don’t make me come over there,” I threatened.

She got up with sob and shuffled over to my bed. I lifted my blanket.

“Get in.”

“What?”

“I said, get in.”

“Please don’t hurt me,” she pleaded as she got in, laying face to face with me.

“Even though I hate you, I don’t want to make you cry,” I said as I wrapped an arm tenderly around her. “Now shut up and go to sleep.”

I had acquired a second pillow so we weren’t quite as squished as before. She sniffled and I pulled over the tissue box for her.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“I still hate you.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said. A moment later she stroked my cheek lightly. “I never meant to hurt you. What we did felt really good, and I got really scared. I jumped into bed with those guys to try and get over you.”

I snorted in disgust. “Well, you did a good job.”

“No I didn’t. They couldn’t make me feel like you made me feel. By the time I realized it, I already knew I had hurt you badly and didn’t know how to make it better.” I said nothing. “I’m really glad you got a 4.0.”

“How did you know?”

“I heard from Kelly.” I nodded. “I’m really grateful you didn’t tell anyone, with as mean as I was you should have.”

“I was involved also.”

“It’s all Suzu’s fault.”

“Yeah, he’s a bad bear.”

“Can I kiss you?”

I thought about for a moment. “No. I still hate you.” Her hand moved and slowly squeezed my breast. “What are you doing?”

“Stealing second,” she grinned.

“Amy, come on,” I complained but made no move to stop her.

She gently pushed me to my back and I draped my arm over my head, opening myself up to her as I turned away. She started pulling my t-shirt up.

“Amy, stop it.”

She ignored me and started feeling my now exposed breast. A moment later she licked my nipple and I moaned in pleasure. With one hand playing with one breast and her burning tongue on my other, I was in ecstasy. She pushed my shirt up further and I sat to allow her to remove it.

“Take your shirt off,” I said as I flopped back to the bed. “I’m not going to be the only one topless.”

She whipped off her shirt and repositioned herself so that she lie over me, allowing her to use both hands and her mouth on my tits. I stayed still and enjoyed the sensations, awash in pleasure. She would suck on one nipple while flicking the other and then switch sides. I whimpered in bliss. After a long time she started to kiss her way down my belly. When she grabbed the waistband of my panties I stopped her. She kissed my hand.

“It’s okay baby, let me take care you.”

I gave in and lifted my hips. She pulled my panties off and got between my legs. She kissed the inside of my thighs and stroked my skin before kissing my pussy; I gasped.

“I’ve never done this,” she whispered and started to lick me. “I hope I do a good job.”

“You’re doing great so far,” I squeezed out.

She reached up to play with my boob while she licked me. I moaned so loud I had to pull the other pillow over my head to keep quiet. It had been so long that I was ready in no time and came hard, crushing the pillow against my mouth. Finally she pulled away and I pushed the pillow off, gasping for breath.

“Oh my God,” I sighed. “That was amazing.”

She started to lick me again and I pushed her forehead away. A quick move later she grabbed my wrist, pulled it to my hip, and continued to lick. I tried to reach down with my other hand but she grabbed it also, leaving me defenseless.

“I’ve been dreaming about this for months,” she slurped. “I’m not going to let you go that easily.”

I protested but she was strong enough to hold my wrists and her tongue was relentless. Unable to hold a pillow, I moaned out loud as she forced me to cum again and again. Finally she was done and slid up to lay beside me, gently kissing the back of my hand.

“Do that a few more times and I might even forgive you,” I sighed as I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning we awoke with her spooning me. I was afraid to turn around with how bad our last episode had ended, but I had to go. I rolled over and she smiled a big smile.

“Morning Brandi.”

“Morning. I gotta go,” I smiled and went to the bathroom. She was in her bed when I returned.

“You okay?”

“I feel great,” I grinned. “It was amazing.”

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To put it simply, Karen McMillan was bored. She was bored of the endless rounds of drab social engagements with her corporate big-shot of a husband, bored of the obligatory ski trips to overpriced resorts, bored of the late afternoon lunches at the country club with all the other equally bored, equally rich wives. Karen had even become bored of running up her husband’s credit cards and driving around in the brand new Italian sports car he had purchased her for her thirty-eighth birthday. She was bored with all of it.

Lying poolside one hazy summer afternoon, with a sullen expression on her lovely face, Karen wondered again why she felt such apathy toward the life she led. After all, she hadn’t always felt this way. In fact eighteen years ago, when she first married Phil, Karen had been in heaven. Well-bred and destined to become president of his father’s multi-million dollar company, Phil was a real catch and Karen knew it. He, in turn, had been enchanted with her. And why not? Karen was neither dumb nor falsely modest and she knew that her assets were more than enough to attract a man like Phillip McMillan.

Physically she was stunning, blessed with features that any woman would envy: perfect porcelain skin that tanned easily in the summer sun, luxuriant locks of thick black hair that cascaded down her shoulders almost to her waist, wide almond-shaped hazel eyes framed with sooty black lashes, and a lush mouth that most often curved into a welcoming smile. As lovely as her face was, Karen also had a body that was beyond compare: petite and curvy, her breasts were generous and her waist was narrow yet her hips flared out to provide her with the always-coveted hourglass shape. She looked sensational in just a pair of jeans and she looked even better in nothing at all. To top it all off, her intelligence and charm drew people to her like bees to honey.

Karen knew what she had going for her and when she met Phil, she used every single bit of it to land him. After only a three-week courtship, they wed over the objections of almost everyone in his entire family but Phil didn’t care. He adored Karen and Karen adored the attention, not to mention the money. After all it wasn’t every day that a girl from a trailer park in Hodunk, Indiana married into pure blue blood. But as the years wore on, her infatuation with the houses, the jewels, the clothes and the extravagant trips began to wane. Phil had been so exciting when they first met because she had only been twenty years old at the time and she had known virtually nothing of men. He had seemed worldly and debonair and the fact that he was eleven years her senior had made him seem utterly fascinating.

Now with marital bliss far behind them, Karen could see him for what he was – a stuffy uptight workaholic who, at forty-nine, was starting to lose his mojo just when she was reaching her sexual peak. The other bone of contention between them was children. Karen had no interest in ruining her figure and popping out a rug rat just to provide Phil with an heir to his fortune. They fought about it many times, especially in the past few years, and Karen staunchly refused to be swayed. She toyed with the idea of leaving him but the pre-nup they had signed was airtight and though she was unhappy, she wasn’t stupid; there was no way she was going to give up life in the lap of luxury and go back to nothing, not even if she died of boredom. But how could she go on like this?

Karen pouted and trailed her big toe in the crystal clear turquoise water of the swimming pool, her leg dangling off the edge of the chaiselounge. She was clad in a white string bikini that showcased off her lush figure and her dark, glossy locks were left loose around her shoulders. She still had her knockout looks thanks to good genes, careful dieting, and her gym membership. Not a day went by that appreciative stares weren’t sent her way and she knew that could easily have had an affair. But the men she saw on a regular basis were either married to her so-called friends or even worse, they were just as boring and stuffy as Phil. As for strangers on the street who liked to leer at her, that didn’t appeal to her either. Strange as it might have sounded, Karen was picky in her own way. She was looking for something special, her very own brand of excitement. And as usual, she wasn’t willing to settle for just anything.

Just then, the back gate swung open and interrupted her reverie. Caught off guard, Karen sat up, pulling her sheer silk chemise on over the bikini. A moment later the familiar form of Jared the pool boy could be seen loping into the back yard, toting his pool cleaning equipment from his pickup truck. Karen relaxed slightly and reclined again. She’d been so caught up in her pouting and daydreaming that she’d forgotten it was three o’clock and that was Wednesday, which meant that it was time for Jared to show up and perform his regular duties. She smiled at him and waved as he approached. “Hello there, Jared. I’ll be out of your Beylikdüzü escort way in just a moment.”

He seemed to have trouble finding his tongue and in that moment, Karen had a chance to look at him – really look at him – for the first time in what was probably years. Jared Hall lived two doors down and been the McMillan’s pool boy since he was fourteen years old. The industrious boy had come over looking for a way to earn money and Phil, impressed with his work ethic at such a young age, had promptly offered him a job. Karen always considered Jared a cute kid, especially since he was so well mannered and did such a nice job on the pool. But he’d been hired over four years ago and now, Karen could see, he was no longer a “kid” by anyone’s standards.

On this particular afternoon, he wore only a pair of board shorts, the low-slung swim trunks popular with all high school boys, which made it that much easier for her to assess him with her eyes. He stood at least six feet tall in his flip-flop sandals, his body lanky yet lean with muscle after participating in after-school sports for the last few years. His chest was broad with well-defined pectoral muscles and each of them was capped with a flat, brown nipple. His skin was tanned a golden bronze, no doubt from spending the summer cleaning other pools in the neighborhood. He had short blond hair the color of corn silk and a boyish yet handsome face, complete with a strong nose and a sensual mouth. In fact it was his mouth Karen was watching when he finally formed the words to greet her.

“Um, hel-hello Mrs. McMillan,” he sounded like he had suddenly developed a speech impediment and Karen couldn’t help smiling. She could deduce exactly what had distracted him – his big blue eyes were drawn like magnets to the cleavage spilling out of her bikini top. Karen’s smile widened and became almost coy but her mind was working at a million miles a minute. Could it be that the solution to her little problem was standing right in front of her? She leaned her arm on chaise lounge and let the chemise slide carelessly off of one shoulder, exposing more of her creamy skin to his view. Jared shifted his weight and swallowed visibly.

“It’s so lovely to see you, Jared. You’re looking well these days,” Her voice was friendly, but with a soft, inviting undertone. Jared swallowed again and flashed her a sheepish smile. “Um, thanks Mrs. McMillan,” His voice didn’t exactly break but it still had that quality of being not quite fully developed.

“You’re welcome, hon. You know, I’ve never had the opportunity to compliment you on what a lovely job you do out here on the pool,” She stretched one shapely leg forward, knees parting ever so slightly to allow him a fleeting glance of smooth, taut inner thigh. He was holding a long net in one hand, used for fishing leaves and other debris from the pool, and with her movement he dropped it abruptly, almost jumping out of his skin when it made a loud clattering sound against the cement deck.

“Oops! Uh, sorry…” He went bright pink under his tan and when he bent to retrieve the net, Karen let her gaze travel over his body again. To her delight, she found that she could detect his level of arousal by the definite lump she glimpsed in the front of his board shorts. An unexpected tingle of warmth trickled its way down her spine and centered directly between her thighs. In that moment, she made a decision.

“Don’t worry about it, Jared.” Karen’s voice was airy as she slowly rose from the lounge chair, stretching her arms overhead and feigning a yawn. It simply gave her the opportunity to let him gaze unhindered at the soft feminine curves of her body: lush breasts, slender waist, full womanly hips and shapely legs all wrapped up into one very alluring package. Naturally he took the bait; out of the corner of her eye she could see him watching her with rapt intensity and she felt another ripple of delight – one that bordered on arousal – when his hand came forward to adjust the crotch of his shorts. She waltzed towards the sliding glass door with a deliberately sensual sway of her hips, turning just as she reached it to cast a warm smile back at him where he stood at the side of the pool.

“I’m going to go inside for a little while, it’s just so hot out here,” She fanned herself lightly, tossing her inky black tresses from her shoulders. He was nodding mutely and she opened the door, then paused. “How about you join me for a minute?” He froze and stared at her. Karen grinned, crooking her finger at him. “Come on, Jared, just for a minute.”

It didn’t take any more cajoling. Without a word he came towards her and followed her into the cool air-conditioned confines of the living room. She could see that his cheeks were flushed now that he was closer to her, and she smiled at him again. “Please, have a seat. I’ll go get us something lovely and cool to drink.”

It seemed as though speech was too much for him at the moment and he moved towards the Beylikdüzü escort loveseat as Karen breezed off to the kitchen. She returned moments later carrying two tall glasses of icy pink lemonade and handed him one before taking the seat across from him in the armchair. He quickly downed the entire glass, then sat it on the coffeetable with a thud.

“Gosh, but you’re a quiet one.” Karen laughed lightly as she brought her glass to her lips for a sip. Jared flashed another uncertain smile at her, his fingers picking idly at the stitching on his shorts. She noticed that he was careful to keep his hand positioned so that her view of his crotch was always obstructed.

“I’m sorry about that, Mrs. McMillan,” His voice quavered a bit, on the verge of breaking, but then continued in a lower octave. “I ah… well, I’m just kinda shocked to be sitting here with you… cause you know…” He paused and smiled shyly at her. “You never really paid any attention to me before.”

Karen pretended to look hurt. “Oh, Jared, I’m ever so sorry if I made you feel as if I were ignoring you,” She purred lightly at him casually resting her hand atop his left knee as she leaned forward. The action caused a sharp intake of breath on his part as he captured his lower lip between his teeth. “I have always thought you were such a nice, well-mannered boy but then…” Her smile widened and became slightly wicked then. “You’re hardly a boy anymore are you? Tell me, how old are you now?”

He swallowed, a breath escaping him before he answered, his face flushed. “Eighteen.”

“Eighteen? Oh my goodness, and to think I remember when you were only a little thing,” Her fingertip gently traced figure-eight’s along the smooth skin just above his knee and she could feel him trembling, both hands in his lap now. His breathing seemed more labored and she looked up into his blue eyes, which were warm with an emotion she could easily name. Still, playing the game with him was half the fun.

“Jared, is something wrong?” Her voice was pure innocence.

“No, no, Mrs. McMillan, it’s just that when you do that… I, uh,” His words trailed off as he cleared his throat and Karen canted her head at him slightly.

“When I do what? This?” She boldly trailed her finger up along his thigh, up under the bottom of his shorts a couple of inches, and then back to his knee, the pad of her fingertip outlining it.

“Yes…” his voice sounded hoarse. “…that. I just… when you touch me… I…”

“You what, Jared?” Karen’s smoldering hazel eyes remained locked with his baby blues as she flattened her hand against his thigh, sliding off of her chair and onto the plush carpet in front of him. She folded herself into a sitting position at his feet; her hand stroked along his thigh, and gently urged his long legs apart. His hands remained cupped almost protectively over his crotch.

“When you touch me, Mrs. McMillan… I… I just can’t think…” He practically panted, his broad chest rising and falling with each breath, his voice almost tortured.

Karen smiled. “You don’t have to think, Jared, that’s the beautiful part of it. Here, let me see what it is you’ve been hiding…”

She gingerly reached up and pulled his hands away from his crotch, revealing a good-sized bulge in the front of his shorts as his erection strained against the fabric. She felt completely mesmerized by this entire encounter and the fact that this beautiful, shy young man was so obviously turned on by her. It made her feel so powerful, so desired, so sexy – three things she hadn’t felt in a long long time. He seemed terribly embarrassed and tried to cover himself again but Karen was having none of it. She smiled reassuringly up at him and pushed his hands away.

“No, I haven’t had a good look yet, darling,” With that, her own hand came up to cup him through his shorts. A delicious tremor of arousal coursed through her when she felt the warm, heavy weight of his erection against her palm and the feeling intensified when he let out a soft sigh of pleasure, his hips arching towards her in eager response. Karen glanced up at him to find him gazing right back at her, his baby blue eyes half-lidded and dark with unadulterated lust.

“That’s it, baby. Just relax,” She murmured softly to him and leaned in to kiss his inner thigh, right above his knee; in response, he let his legs fall open even more. Her heart thundered at that and she rose up on her knees, one hand cupping his erection almost possessively, while she rubbed her bikini-clad breasts along his thighs, enjoying the sparks of friction against her sensitive nipples, which had hardened into thick nubs.

“Mmmmmm Jared,” She hummed his name softly while nuzzling at his belly button, lips making contact with the soft blond fuzz that trailed right down into his shorts towards her ultimate goal. He smelled so good, like a mixture of clean soap and his own sweat, which gave off a heady and distinctly male scent. It was Escort Beylikdüzü as if she could actually inhale his youth, his virile prowess through her nose, and to Karen it was endlessly exciting.

He moaned softly in response to the tender caresses of her mouth, his hips shifting restlessly, and she knew he was trying to restrain himself. She heard his voice tremble. “Oh, Mrs. McMillan, that feels really good…”

“I know, baby,” She murmured, dipping her tongue into his belly button and that elicited another moan from him. His hands had finally fallen limp at his sides, his head lolling back, and Karen’s kisses trailed their way towards the knot at the top of his shorts, which she deftly untied with nimble fingers. She was trembling but it wasn’t with nervousness – it was because she was almost overcome with raw sexual desire, her thighs quivering while a delicious moistness gathered between them.

She gently worked his shorts down, hooking her thumbs into the sides and urging him to lift his hips when she indicated. Slowly, she lowered his shorts until his erection popped free, bared to her eager gaze. He was hard as a rock, the swollen bulbous mushroom head of his cock flushed a deep pink and already drooling precum from its single eye. He was also thick – much thicker than she had expected – and his smooth young cock curved inward towards his rippled belly, the ridges on the underside of his dick exposed to her view. Nestled beneath the base of his cock were his balls, swollen and heavy with cum and covered in the soft, downy blond pubic hair.

Karen stared at his nakedness for several long moments, rendered speechless by the sight. Oh, but he was beautiful, like an Adonis carved of smooth marble, and he was so young it made her ache. She was brought out of her lusty haze when he whimpered softly, his eyes now closed, and his hips bucked forward again in a silent plea for her touch. It was easily the most erotic moment of her life and Karen leaned in, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock while the other cradled his heavy balls, which were so warm against her palm.

“Oooh, Mrs. McMillan…” He whimpered again as Karen dipped her head forward, tracing the tip of her tongue along the underside of his cock. He jerked slightly, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders, and then gingerly playing with her hair. It was such a sweet gesture, juxtaposed with the lewdness of her current position, and Karen felt a hot wave of desire wash over her like molten lava. Between her thighs, her pussy creamed with wetness, her clit throbbing almost painfully in anticipation. She wanted nothing more than to take him into her mouth, to suckle that throbbing, swollen young cock, but she couldn’t resist teasing him. He was so sweet. Her beautiful young plaything. “Oh, Mrs. McMillan…”

“Yes, Jared?” Her voice was silky-smooth and smoky with lust. When she spoke, his eyes fluttered open, darkened and unfocused, and he looked at her. “What do you want, darling?”

“Please…” It was a single word, uttered so desperately and he lifted his ass off the couch, trying to get himself into her mouth. But Karen refused to acknowledge his actions until he obeyed her.

“If you want something, Jared, tell me. Tell me what you want, baby…” She purred softly, the pink wetness of her tongue sliding forward again to bathe the head of his cock in her saliva. She could taste the saltiness of his precum, she could feel the deep shiver that possessed him and he bucked his hips helplessly again. His mouth moved as if trying to form the words she wanted to hear. Karen was highly tempted to just give in to what they both wanted, but she resisted. She needed to savor this moment, this one moment in a life-altering afternoon that had finally opened her eyes to new possibilities.

“Say it, Jared…” she whispered to him, her hand squeezing the thick base of his cock as its twin lovingly fondled his balls. An aching groan escaped his parted lips and he cradled her head with one hand.

“Oh please Mrs. McMillan, please suck it… please… I’ll… I’ll do anything you want… just please suck my cock…” He begged her in a needy, desperate voice and Karen, nearly overcome with her own arousal, could not refuse him. Her soft lips parted and captured the head of his cock, swirling her tongue over the tip before taking him into her mouth, inch by sumptuous inch, until he stretched her lips into a perfect taut “O”. Her dark head bobbed between his thighs as she found a rhythm with her mouth, her saliva coating him in wetness. She felt more wanton than she had in her entire life and she reveled in it.

“Mmmm… ohhhh shit…” She could hear his voice, even above the wet, suckling sounds of her own mouth, and it was glorious to hear the way that he moaned and murmured, his hands alternating between cradling her head lovingly and raking his fingers against her scalp. His hips bucked in an even rhythm, humping himself against her face, faster and harder as his orgasm approached. Karen kept her lips tight around the thickness of his shaft, creating a vacuum that tugged deliciously at his cock each time he moved. She could feel him swell in her mouth, unable to last long given his youth and level of excitement.

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