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She’s still tightly holding onto J’s hand as she waves to upcoming taxi. J wasn’t surprised how quickly they got one who wouldn’t stop for this goddess? The goddess pushes J in the back seat and joins her there. J fastens her seat belt while the goddess gives the driver directions. Only then does it hit J that she’s going home with a woman who she just fucked in a toilet of a bar. A woman who didn’t even ask if J would like to come how with her, a woman whose name J doesn’t even know.

“What’s your name?” J tries.

“Shhhhh” the goddess puts her long well-polished finger on J’s mouth “my pet”. She then gives J a lustful look as her finger gently runs down from J’s lips to her throat. J can feel the sharp nail on her skin. The goddess gently continues to run her finger down J’s body not breaking the eye contact. As she reaches her things J involuntary spreads her legs. The mistress smiles, her hand moves inwards, and caresses J’s inner thighs. J lets out a moan, the taxi driver looks in the mirror to see what those two sexy women are doing at the back of his cab.

“Eyes on the road” demands the mistress as she starts to rub J’s clit through her soaking panties. She knows how to please a girl, but she Beylikdüzü escort also knows how to tease a girl. Her fingers stroke J’s clit so gently, barely touching it, yet bringing delight, leaving J gasping for more, unable to beg. J has never felt this turned on in her life, the gentle touches from the goddess bring goose bumps to her whole body. She doesn’t care that they only just met, that she doesn’t know this woman’s name, that the woman never asked her if she wants any of this, that she fucked in a public toilet, or that the taxi driver can hear her soft moans, she knows she would do anything and everything for this woman; she’d jump through fire for just one more electrifying touch from the goddess. Just as she doesn’t think she can take it anymore, as she grasps onto the car seat, her mouth drops open, her head falls back, and as she is about to experience the most magical orgasm in the world, the mistress stops.

J opens her eyes to look right into the goddesses laughing ones.

“Why did you stop?” she gasps.

“Because I decide when and how you come” states the mistress as she removes her hand from J’s longing pussy, and sucks on her fingers will keeping eye contact. Those two fingers Beylikdüzü escort who were just fondling J’s clit. J opens her mouth, but she can’t get a word out.

“I’m waiting” the mistress removes her fingers from her mouth. Under the goddess’s charm J thanks her mistress.

“We’re here” the driver speaks as he pulls the car to the side of the road and stops. “That’ll be £11.40” The goddess lets out a short laugh.

“You don’t really think I have any money, do you?”

“You went to a pub with no cash?” the driver doesn’t understand.

“I get by” she replies, “and I’m sure we can come to some sort of agreement over the payment” she reaches forward and strokes his crotch as she gently bites on his neck “don’t you think?” she whispers in his ear. She sits back on her seat and with her index finger she invites the driver over come here her finger speaks.

The driver doesn’t need any convincing, J doesn’t believe anyone would when it comes to the goddess. The driver quickly jumps to the back of the taxi and the mistress licks her lips as she undoes his seat belt. His cock is hard before she even takes his boxers off. He was probably hard the second he saw her thinks J. The goddess Escort Beylikdüzü gently licks the tips of his penis and then within second she swallows the whole thing without breaking eye contact with the driver. The driver moans in delight and shock of how quickly she managed to take him all in. She continues running her mouth up and down the man’s penis as she grabs J by her hair at the back of her head and pulls her close.

She then frees the man’s cock from her tight throat and active tongue and pushes him inside J’s mouth. While still holding on her little slave girl’s hair she pushes her head and forces J to swallow the cock hole. J chocks as she’s not used to deep throating, but the mistress doesn’t give up. She continues to throat fuck J with the man’s cock while her fingers find J’s pussy, with one quick movement she shifts J’s panties to the side and forcefully thrusts two fingers deep inside J. After a few seconds of having her pussy filled with the goddess’ fingers, and mouth filled with the driver’s penis, J loses it and cums. The goddess the begins to move J’s head even faster up and down the penis, and as J thinks she’s about to chock her man lets out a load in J’s mouth.

“Swallow” the goddess commands as she removes the penis from J’s mouth. J’s swallows, opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out “good pet” the goddess seems pleased. She grabs J’s hand and without giving the driver another look, she steps out of the car pulling J behind her.

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Chapter 02

Dangerous sex

Later that morning we pulled out of our drive and rumbled down the road, at 19 a trip out with Dad was good.

“I hope you brought all your swimwear with you,” mocked Dad.

“OK, OK I know, the thing with Alec this morning, but that was fun as much as anything,” I replied.

As we drifted down the highway towards the lake I put my hand on his thigh and squeezed it gently.

A quick look at his pants showed it was having the desired effect. A nice expansion within them looked very promising.

I slid along the front bench seat and twisted my body so that I could get my right hand on his bulge. I tugged at the waistband of his pants so that I could release his zipper and then undid the single button at the top of his jeans. Pulling the two flaps back to reveal his white boxers, almost splitting with the pressure from his rock hard magnificent cock.

My left hand clutched at the elastic waistband and my right hand eased them down to reveal his gorgeous pole. He had some precum on it and I circled it, spreading over his end which was getting redder every moment. The thick blue vein on the top thickened as I looked at it and his cock stood away from his hairy body as I massaged it with short slow strokes.

He was squirming in the seat as I played with him and he begged me to get on with it and blow him

I didn’t.

I sat back up in the seat and stared across at his pulsing cock which waited anxiously to be finished off.

“For Gods sake do me,” he begged.

“Nope,” I replied “Your gonna get the full treatment today and that’s the truth.”

“You little bitch,” he replied.

At that point he put his fist round his cock and started to yank at it franticly. I wrenched his hand away and held it off his cock for what seemed like an hour.

“You little bitch,” he repeated.

“I warned you, your cock is going to boil today and in some strange places too,” I said.

I leant over again and tugged it with just my fingertips at the very end, just for a second or two and then let go. A mile or so down the road I leant over again and gave it a longer and more forceful series of yanks and got him totally stiff again. His cock was all shiny and glistening with precum at the very end and it almost sparkled in the morning sun.

“Ok pull over there,” I shouted “……..No, there by the entrance to the field”.

He pulled the car into a farm field gate entrance right next to a small wood. I yanked at his cock and told him to slide one leg onto the seat. As he did I lowered my body and slipped my mouth round his cock end and gave him lots of tongue and sucking right on his mushroom head. I could see his shaft was starting to tense ready to unload and stopped and sat up.

“Oh shit, don’t stop now, I’ll end up with blue balls and hell ….” He rasped.

“Just you ……. Let me ….. suck this ……..monster …. the way I want to,” I said.

As I felt him getting close to coming I stopped.

“Get out of the car and follow me,” I said.

“But what about …….. this?” he replied, pointing to his cock.

“Bring it with you,” I laughed.

I climbed over the gate and walked towards the small wood. I turned, just to check he was following, which indeed he was.

He caught up with me in the edge of the wood and I knelt and tugged off his pants and boxers, leaving him naked below the waist. I gently sucked at his cock licking and circling the ridge on his huge mushroom head.

The dappled light shining through the leaves played on his body as he removed his sweatshirt top.

I looked up at him as I played with his shaft and sucked the tip and ring. His head was crooked back as he strained every fibre in his body, his hairy chest with small beads of sweat running through it. He tensed his legs and his thigh and calf muscles were standing hard and taught. I gently stroked the lower half of his cock and ran my fingers round the base and then on to his balls, as I licked and frantically sucked at the tip. There were now lots of precum and it tasted wonderful, salty yet sweet.

My right hand made it through his legs and I hooked my middle finger ready to Beylikdüzü escort plunge it deep into his ass. As I stroked his balls and base I found his hole and in a single movement buried my finger right up to the knuckle into his hot and gripping ass.

He gasped, tensed some more and as my head came off his cock, it started to jet streams of cum over my face, neck, chest and arms. I retained a firm hold on the base of his cock, and I could feel each rope of spunk rising up his cock as it came streaming out of the tip.

I eased my hold on it and yet more started to come out. I laid back on the forest floor on the grass and watched as he stood there, now holding this huge 9inch cock, throbbing out its load and his head was back and his eyes still closed.

Finally when his cock just started to wilt his head came forward and looked down, first at his cock and then at me. I had no idea what he was going to do next.

He dropped to his knees and settled in between my outstretched legs. He undid the buckle on my belt, my single jeans button, my zipper and he tugged them down along with my boxers, towards my knees.

His huge cock had only slightly wilted and it seemed to get a new lease of life as he looked at my solid hard tight cock throbbing away before him.

He was covered from head to toe in sweat, little beads running down his face, his chest and his abdomen. He shuffled up my legs on his knees and laid his cock on my cock and started to rub the two together.

No one had ever done that before and it felt so good, my cock seemed to have a life and mind of its own. As he rubbed back and forth, his body upright, I pulled off my sweatshirt top and he immediately grasped both my nipples in between his thumb and first finger on both hands. Twisting them and rubbing them had the effect of translating pain into hardness on my cock.

He lowered the top half of his body, lowering it towards my face and he moved his hands so that his elbows were either side of my body, his stiff cock still rubbing hard on mine , but now his face was approaching mine.

In a move I just didn’t expect, his face came straight towards mine and he planted a huge wet kiss on my lips. He held the kiss there for what seemed like an age as his tongue darted in and out of my wet mouth as he pounded my cock with his own solid cock.

Without any prompting my hands went round the back of his shoulders and I pulled him close, riding his thrusts and in seconds I started pumping creamy cum out of my cock.

I moaned and groaned as his lips and tongue searched every crevice of my mouth and his cock still rock hard, continued grinding away at me, in the now sticky sweet pool of cum.

In another minute he shot his load over me and he gasped as he stretched upwards his body arching as the cum left his cock head and it pumped out for what seemed like, forever.

For several minutes we lay there, him on top of me panting and straining until we had both fully unloaded.

He rolled over onto his back and we both lay there looking up at the blue sky through the foliage lit by the sparkling sunlight. My hand went down to my wilting cock and I rubbed the sticky mixture into my cock hair and up my abdomen. It was sticky warm and formed itself into globules sticking to my fingers as well as my body.

I tasted it and it tasted salty yet sweet and not in any way unpleasant, he grabbed my hand and put two fingers of my hand in his mouth and sucked and licked at them.

My cock started to rise again and his hand went down to my cock. He sat half up and half across me and with his right hand took my cock and started to rub it. He had mastered my likes and dislikes, the position of his hand, the movement of his fingers. He rubbed at it and stroked and stretched the skin over my throbbing mushroom head. It felt absolutely great as he stroked it slightly faster with every second.

My arm drooped over his back as he thrashed it and my hot sticky cock started yet again to tense, expand and finally shoot a single string of cum 18 inches into the air as I unloaded for yet another magnificent cum.

My leg muscles were completely gone, they ached from the stretching and tensing of all Beylikdüzü escort the muscles and I gasped and relaxed, almost lifeless on the grass. His head fell across my chest and my arm, already round him, gripped him close to me.

We both fell asleep under the warm sunlight straining through the leaves.

An hour or so later I felt his body move off mine and my eyes opened. He was taking a leak in the bushes and I walked over to where he was and started to do the same.

His cock was still semi hard and long, but the activity we had given it had made it dark red and the mushroom head was still a very dark red. He stroked the last drops off the end and continued stroking it.

His hand movement quickened and my own cock was soon rising to the view my eyes were taking in. I knelt before him and popped the whole mushroom head into my mouth and sucked and licked it for all I was worth.

He yanked it out of my mouth and waved it temptingly in front of my face.

“I’ll make you wait for it now my little bitch,” he said and laughed.

He pulled on his jeans and threw his T shirt top over his shoulder, striding off towards the car.

I did the same and made my way to the car, where he had already started the motor.

We backed out of the gateway and trundled off down the road.

He looked over at me and with his right hand stroked the outside of his jeans, producing a bulge in the front.

I leaned over again and took his hand away as I rubbed at the same spot. His thick stiff meat lay just underneath and I rubbed at it harder and harder.

I was going to unzip him but we had to swerve as a car overtook us.

Dad shouted out at the driver as they passed but of course he never heard, he flashed the lights and shook his fist.

The car started to slow down and came to a stop on the side of the road.

A young guy with straight black hair stepped out of the car. As he got out we could both see that his zipper was down and his white underpants were clearly visible.

“Hey sorry you guys I got carried away there and my hand slipped on the wheel,” he said, kind of apologetically.

“Your left hand or your right hand?” dad said.

“My left hand,” he replied in a curious tone.

“So that makes you a right handed jerker then,” Dad said and laughed.

The young guy coloured slightly and looked down at his pants. He now spotted the open zipper and both his hands dropped and started to fumble with the zipper.

Dad’s left hand went out of the open window, straight to the guys open zipper and straight in to the front of his black boxer shorts. He gripped the guy’s semi limp cock and squeezed it gently.

“Come into the car and me and the boy here will do you real good,” said Dad.

He opened the door and slid out of the bench seat, ushering the young guy into the middle of the seat. Without protesting at all he slid in and Dad slid back in and shut the door.

Before there could be any words spoken we both took hold of the guy and undid his belt and single button and wrenched the jeans and boxers to his knees.

He had an absolutely enormous cock, it was all of 10 inches and getting harder every second. I grabbed the base and Dad grabbed the tip and we rubbed and stroked it for all we were worth. The guy was wriggling and twisting on the seat and in no time at all he yelped as he came a thick gushing stream of come all over our hands and arms. We rubbed him and tugged him until we had every drop of come out of him.

“Wow that was real good, you guys,” he said as he tried to straighten up on the seat.

I still had his hot meat in my hands and I gripped some more at the base of it and tried to keep it hard. Without warning dad’s mouth dropped gently over the end of his meat and started to suck. He turned to me and planted a kiss on my lips and poked his tongue all round the inside of my mouth.

He was hot, getting harder by the second and ready for much more, his ass bucking and squirming on the seat as his cock got the full treatment. He pressed back into the seat, trying hard to watch dads mouth round his cock end, sucking the hot spunk out of him. His eyes squeezed tight shut and he started Escort Beylikdüzü to unload some more, he was gasping and moaning as each glob of spunk leaked out of his cock end.

“Want some more fun right now?” dad asked him.

“Sure do,” he said.

“Get back into your car and follow us,” dad said.

“OK,” he replied.

“I think I’ll join him in his car, just to keep him company,” I said as I winked.

I got out of our car and made my way over to his car.

I was then in total shock as there knelt down on the passenger side fully naked was another guy about the same age.

“Hey, you guys were sucking eh?” I asked.

“You bet we were,” replied the naked guy.

He beckoned me into the car and as we started to gently pull away from the kerb edge he was already trying to get my now stiff cock out of my pants.

The first guy had not done up his zipper and had pulled his cock out of his pants and was stroking it good. The guy on the floor succeeded with a little help from me to pull my cock out and he started to yank at it.

“Wo .. wo… hang on there man, nice and gentle or I’ll have no meat left for later,” and laughed.

He knelt further up and started to suck my growing cock and as he did I lowered my head over the driver’s stiff meat and gobbled him up, sucking and slurping my lips all over his cock.

The sight and smells of hot sex, sweat, stiff cock and the noises just blew me away and I came almost instantly pumping a nice creamy load into this guys mouth.

My lips then tightened round the drivers cock and he was there too. The guy on the floor was yanking at his own cock and soon he too came, spilling spunk onto the car floor.

The driver followed Dads car to the local marina where we had a small day boat for fishing. We stopped on the car park area and I said to get out and follow me to our boat. Dad was already ahead of us and we stepped into the boat as its engines started up. I cast off the lines and we gently went out of the marina.

Both guys had wet patches on their jeans and to anyone looking at them they would look as though they had wet themselves.

I stripped off my shirt and jeans to reveal my tight abs and strong arms, dad had already done the same and we then took off our shoes and socks.

The two guys started to do the same and I had some fun with the driver who was called Chuck, by helping him with his buttons and zipper, but only serving to allow me to touch him continually whilst he tried to undress. The other guy who turned out to be Chucks younger cousin Dave, watch us as he undressed down to his boxers.

I slid off both mine and Chucks boxers and stroke his semi limp cock and took him to the aft locker seating area.

“Why don’t you help the skipper to remove the rest of his clothes,” I shouted to Dave over the noise of the engine.

“Dave turned to dad and said, “Can I?”

“Go right ahead,” said dad smiling.

Dave slid his hand down the front of dad’s boxers and toyed with his cock before slipping his boxers all the way down.

He gently slid his hands over the 9 inch pole as it tightened and throbbed. Chuck and I watched mesmerised as Dave stared intently at dads pulsing cock. He gently stroked it and moved the outer skin up and down the shaft as it grew ever bigger.

I had been neglecting Chucks cock but I shouldn’t have worried as it too was growing bigger and bigger. Now this was a serious cock if ever I had seen one, a good, and I mean good 10 inches. It was uncircumcised and had the same thickness from the base to the very tip. The foreskin slid back easily with the precum and spunk lubricating it over a rock hard mushroom head. I got my face real close to it and started to stroke it in a steady rhythm.

My tongue darted out and flicked it from time to time and Chuck was already moaning and arching his back as I gripped the shaft with one hand and stroked it more quickly. He unloaded yet another thick stream of sweet cum over my face this time and I licked at his slit as it refilled with yet more cum. Where was all this cum coming from, well I didn’t have to look too far to see, there hanging below were two enormous balls bursting with sticky come still yet to be released, these balls were huge and hanging low

I glanced over to see Dave dropping to his knees in front of dad and gobbling his monster meat sucking and licking it for all he was worth.

This was going to be a good trip.

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Chapter 5: Jack, Jen & I Move Marisa

For those keeping track: In our last episode I had hooked Jenny up with Jack, the trainer from the gym, in exchange for which my wife was promising all kinds of delicious rewards. I had also agreed to help Marisa, that little firecracker, move in with Jenny, and had recruited Jack’s help.

I was harboring all kinds of naughty, salacious thoughts, involving Marisa, Jenny, threesomes and foursomes (and more-somes). But for now, time to get to work.

* * * *

Cheryl and I had an understanding. Saturday mornings were mine. I often met the guys from work for golf, but this Saturday I had agreed to help Marisa move in with Jen. Jack had agreed to meet us at Jenny’s. We were going to do some organizing before we started over to Marisa’s.

I figured it shouldn’t take too long. Jen’s place was a small first floor condo, just two bedrooms, a living room, a dining room, a study and an eat-in kitchen. Jen had it pretty sparsely furnished. The second bedroom was completely empty except for her bicycle and some sports gear. The study was piled with empty boxes; who knows what they were for. The eat-in-kitchen had a nice table, and the living room had a couch, a chair and a TV. That’s about it.

When I got to Jen’s place, Jack was there already, sitting in his truck. As I pulled up, he hopped out.

“Hey, Steve, just got here myself. Had a great time with Jenny last night – you sure you don’t mind my going out with her?” He was acting a little hyper, too much Starbucks, my guess.

“Hell no. I’m glad you had such a good time. You ready to help Marisa?” I asked as I led the way up to her door.

“Sure. Let’s do it.”

Jenny was up and dressed – too bad. She had on some Daisy Duke cut-offs and a skintight scoop neck t-shirt. She looked good enough to eat, and don’t think the thought didn’t cross my mind. She welcomed me with a nice kiss, then welcomed Jack with an even less platonic one. Not aggressive, just sweet and inviting.

“Ok, Jen, we’re yours – put us to use.” I told her.

“Naughty, naughty,” she scolded, “that’s only for after the move, and then only if you’re very good.”

Jack turned red, and Jen laughed, “Just kidding guys. C’mon, help me break down the boxes in the study, and get all my junk out of the spare room. There’s a store room off the porch, the stuff in the bedroom can go there.”

“Ok, I’ll start in the study, and Jen, you can show Jack where Marisa’s room will be and where things go.” I headed off to the study, figuring it would be nice to give them a chance to get reacquainted after last night’s first date – and get any potential awkwardness out of the way.

They didn’t spend too long in there alone, before Jack came out with some camping gear for the storage closet. My guess was he was holding the backpack strategically over his crotch to hide a hard-on. Jenny came to see me in the study with nipples that were about ready to poke a hole through her shirt.

As she entered the study, I took her in my arms and held her close. “You look absolutely irresistible. I love the shorts.” I slipped my hand down between her legs. It was like a furnace there, and I would bet she would be soaked through within the hour. She fended me off, “Steve! What if Jack saw!”

“I’m kind of hoping that in the not too distant future he sees me do a whole lot more than that to you,” I whispered in her ear, still pulling her close.

“Jeez! I don’t even know if I’m going to do anything with him – never mind invite you along.” She pushed me off once again, but not unkindly. She patted the lump in my shorts, “Calm this guy down, and let’s finish up in here. And no funny business.”

I gave her sweet cheeks one final squeeze, and went back to breaking down boxes. As we worked I noticed she was teasing poor Jack unmercifully. She would take every opportunity to brush against him, rub her breasts across his arm, or bend down in front of him to give him a show. I couldn’t believe his shorts were able to take the strain. She might say she was unsure, but she wasn’t going to leave him much choice in the matter.

In less than 45 minutes Marisa’s bedroom and the study were cleaned out and vacuumed. Even the closet was emptied, which I hadn’t noticed was full of Jenny’s old wardrobe, most of which would never fit over her new ‘enhanced’ chest.

We finally gave Marisa a call to let her know we were headed over, and piled into Jack’s F-250. Jenny surprised me a bit, by placing her hand on each of our thighs. “Mmmmm, that was quick. Tell me there’s no advantage to having two strong men in your life.” I tried to work her hand up higher, but it just earned me a jab in the ribs.

When we arrived at Marisa’s she let us know that her ex was gone for the day, so he wouldn’t be underfoot during the move. Jack had never met Marisa, but he was certainly presented with an eyeful on this occasion. She had on baggy shorts, where the leg openings were about twice the size of her legs, Beylikdüzü escort offering tantalizing glimpses when she climbed stairs, or stood in the back of the truck. Her T-shirt was knotted around her chest, tighter than a Hooter girls’. The armholes were huge, and from the side you could see three-quarters of her breast. Unlike Jenny, Marisa was certainly not a hard-body. She was all curves and smooth skin, but still slender and incredibly sexy.

The girls were packing and gabbing, and Jack and I were loading. We started with a broken-down waterbed, and some bedroom furniture. As we worked at loading the gear on the truck, with the girls back in the house, I stunned Jack. “Best threesome I ever had.”

“Fuck! Are you kidding me?” he almost dropped the headboard.

“Nope. Don’t get the wrong idea. Jenny’s not a slut. I’m the only guy she’s slept with in over a year. And we’ve both known Marisa since they were 16. But when Marisa’s marriage was down the tubes, and she was in the ‘all men are pigs’ frame of mind, a sympathetic evening led to some unbelievable shit.”

“Dude. I’m a fan.” He laughed.

“Well, if we play our cards right, today could be some more fantasies in the making. I believe an effort like this deserves some reward at the end of the day.”

“You think?”

“Just let Jenny steer the way. I’ll take care of Marisa to start with.” I sounded surer than I felt, but I was going to give it my best ‘college’ try.

We emptied a guestroom, a media room, with big-screen TV and two love seats, and a walk in closet full of clothing. I didn’t think we’d fit it all, when we found out Marisa had a small tow trailer that we hitched to Jacks truck and loaded with boxes from the garage, kitchen, and bedroom. Give Marisa credit, she was 90% ready for us when we got there.

By eleven we where headed back to Jen’s. We were still three across in the front seat with Marisa on my lap. The girls had been secretly giggling every time we came in the house for the last three loads, and they would look at each other and laugh in the truck during the fifteen minute ride to Jen’s place. I managed to work a hand into a leg of Marisa’s oversized pants, and gently stroked her sopping pussy for about half the trip. I think she hid it well, but the smell was undeniable. Well, I had made my intentions pretty clear, and had not been rebuffed at all.

We unloaded the truck, while the two beauties helped with some of the boxes. They then offered to prepare lunch for when we were finished. Unloading went pretty quick, with the last ten minutes spent reassembling Marisa’s water bed. The TV and loveseats just fit in the study. The loveseats actually made a V, facing the TV, with the arms touching.

Once we were done, we found they’d set up a mini-picnic on the (empty) dining room floor. Just some small sandwiches, fruit, and lemonade, spread across a blanket. When we sat down, the girls positioned themselves behind us and made a big deal of how hard we’d worked and how worn out we must be.

“I don’t know how I’d ever have moved that TV and bed.” Marisa cooed. “You guys are sooo strong, but you must be tired now.”

“A little worn out, but a little rest and lunch should do the trick.” I countered.

At this point Jack and I were both receiving backrubs from the girls, and while Marisa worked on me, Jenny gave Jack a thorough going over.

“Mmmm, that’s nice,” Jack finally said, as Jenny sat tight against his back, legs on each side of him, as she worked on his neck and shoulders.

Having finished two sandwiches, I decided to lay down, and take advantage of the girls’ goodwill. Marisa pulled my shirt off, straddled my butt, and gave me a very good back rub – nearly masseuse quality. It was so good it went beyond sensual to just damn relaxing.

I looked over to see that Jacks shirt was missing as well, and he was leaning back into Jenny’s lap and she massaged his chest. Her breasts would rub across his face each time she rubbed as low as his abs. As far as I could tell she was rubbing all the way down to an inch inside his shorts.

I rolled over, and Marisa repositioned herself, her slit rubbing up and down my hard cock as she massaged from my shoulders down to my abs. After a minute of this I could take no more. I lifted my hips and lowered my shorts halfway down my ass, releasing my cock. Marisa raised herself about 6 inches to allow me the room to maneuver. I reached inside one leg of her shorts with my hand on my cock to try to push her underwear out of the way, only to find she had outsmarted me, getting rid of them, and I had free access. I entered her smoothly, and lay back, to allow her to continue the massage.

“Steve,” she whispered, “you are so nasty,” as she rocked herself back and forth on my cock, and rubbed my chest. She was not looking at me but watching the action next to us. I looked over to see that Jenny had turned sideways, facing us, and Jack’s head was completely hidden by her breasts, and Beylikdüzü escort her shirt was raised up fully exposing them. One of her hands was tangled in his hair, and the other was deep inside his pants.

“God,” I told Marisa, “is that sexy or what.”

I held her tight against my lap and came inside her. I didn’t give her any warning, and tried to avoid any obvious movements, so I wouldn’t disturb the new lovebirds. Marisa’s eyes opened like saucers. She smiled hugely as I pumped stream after stream of cum deep inside her. Then her mouth descended on mine and devoured me, before she relented, smiled at me and whispered, “Thank you; that was very sweet. Not anything like last time.” She finished with a mischievous grin.

I whispered into her ear, “So do we leave them to their fun, or do we dive in and help.”

“I’m all for a little romantic help. Caresses and kisses, but leave the actual act to the two of them. It IS their first time.” Marisa explained.

She crawled off me, and positioned herself on the other side of Jack’s fully reclined body. I got behind Jenny, and started rubbing her back and shoulders. She tensed up a little, then relaxed as I whispered, “Enjoy, we’re just here for support.”

I lifted her arms, requiring her to release her hold on Jack’s member, and pulled her shirt over her head. Marisa took advantage of the respite to grab the sides of Jack’s shorts and pull them down and completely off. He helped by raising his hips. Then Marisa went to work on his shoes and socks, while I talked to him.

“Isn’t she incredible,” I asked him softly.

“Ohhhh, God,” was his only response.

Jack was clearly a breast man, as Jenny lowered her breasts to his eager mouth once again. Looking over, I saw that Marisa was as naked as Jack, as in totally. Marisa was an avid fan of tanning beds, and she must have worn the same bikini every time. The bright white skin exposed only for our view, contrasted so erotically with her otherwise deep dark tan. Small triangles which covered two-thirds of her breasts, and a narrow V from high on her hips, across her tiny patch of unshaven hair, were all that shown white. I lost my breath at her beauty. She moved over to the other side of Jack’s head, and placed her rack right up against Jenny’s. She pressed her rock hard nipples against Jenny’s and Jack did his best to run his tongue between them and all over the bright red aureoles.

I reached down to pull Jenny to her feet. As she stood, Marisa continued to feed Jack her incredible breasts. I removed Jenny’s shorts and underwear, leaving on her sneakers and white socks which for some reason I found incredibly sexy. Realizing I was the only one still dressed, I dropped my trou’ like a hot potato, and kicked off my shoes.

“Jenny, this poor boy has been constantly hard since 8:00 this morning, you have to do something for him.” I told her, as I guided her face down to his cock. Jenny climbed between his legs, and started licking his balls and lower shaft. I moved to Marisa, and pulled her off Jack’s face, letting him give his full attention to the beautiful face working on his over-excited manhood.

Jenny proceeded to give this boy her A-number-one-primo-patent-pending blowjob. She would watch him intently, as she would lick the shaft, and at the top slowly engulf the head. Then stroking the shaft, she would bath his balls, taking one, then the other into her mouth, breathing her hot breath across them. I could tell by his wriggling that she was also playing with his asshole, as I knew she often did. He was moaning, dropping his head back, then lifting up to watch the view of his cock embedded in that oh-so-pretty face. He didn’t have a large array of expletives to let us know just how much he was enjoying the gift he was receiving. It mostly consisted of ‘I can’t believe this,’ ‘Ohhhh,’ and ‘God’.

Marisa was still caressing his face and shoulders, when she hit pay dirt with her first comment in a while. “Wouldn’t you like to fuck her tits?” she asked.

“Unnnnhhhh!” was his response, as he unloaded. Jenny was stroking his cock while licking the lower shaft when he came. The first shot amazed me, shooting a good two to three feet in the air, and landing on his chest, followed by several more explosive streams, none less than a foot high. Jenny waited till he had finished coming, watching in awe, as were all of us, before taking his bright red cock in her mouth and cleansing him of the remains of the last half-hearted shots. Marisa was unstoppable, and was lapping away at the cum on his chest, licking all over, the sweat and cum leaving slick trails across his body. Soon Jenny joined her in the cleaning while I sat back and enjoyed the show.

No one can call Marisa selfish. While Jenny kissed Jack, sharing some of the hard earned cum with him, Marisa crawled down to Jack’s semi-hard dick, and took the whole thing in her mouth, working diligently to restore it to it’s original glory. I’m not sure Jenny knew of this Escort Beylikdüzü enormous sacrifice on Marisa’s part, until I lifted Jenny clear of the ground, and lowered her onto Jacks waiting tower. Marisa steered with the eye of a shuttle pilot, and mated the two perfectly. She gave me a nod and I lowered Jenny the rest of the way then positioned her so her breasts were over Jack’s face again.

“Buddy,” I told him, “I am so jealous. I can remember what it was like the first time I made love to this sweet girl. I can make myself come just thinking about it. It was absolutely one of the supreme experiences of my life.” I was leaning over Jenny, kissing her shoulders and neck. Marisa, god bless her soul, had found a way to work her head under me, and pressed against Jacks side she was doing her best to give my cock as good a treatment as Jack was receiving.

I was beginning to think that he’d had Jenny to himself long enough, and I was thinking of a way to get involved, when Marisa crawled out from underneath, and pulled me away. “Oh no you don’t, I know what you’re thinking, and you leave them alone. Maybe later, but let them have this one to themselves.”

“Come on Marisa, it wouldn’t hurt. And I know she’s fantasized about being double-teamed.” I looked over to where they were going at it, slowly and romantically, and started to rethink my position.

“You know, if you’re gentle, my ass hasn’t been taken care of in months.” God! She was a devil. She knew how to lure me. “But not here, in the bedroom.”

“You’re bed is empty,” I countered.

“Her bedroom, silly. We’ll go in there, and let them make the move to join us, if they feel like it. C’mon stud, I’ll make it worth your while.” She led me away by the cock, like a dog on a leash.

As we left the room, I saw that Jack was sitting up, and Jenny was sitting on his lap, clinging to him, legs wrapped around his waist, as he lifted her by the ass cheeks up and down on his log. A twinge of jealousy reared its ugly head, but a not so subtle tug by Marisa brought me back to reality. Jenny was just a good friend, hell more than that, my wife’s sister, who I loved very much, and she needed a man in her life. I hope I hadn’t fucked up bringing in Jack – he did seem like a good guy, but only time would tell.

Marisa got right to the point. She dropped onto her hands and knees, and wiggled her sweet curvy butt in the air, “See anything you like?”

The small white untanned area framing her crack was like a beacon to pleasure. I dropped behind her and ate out her ass and pussy for several minutes, until the juices were flowing down her leg. I then went to Jenny’s ‘back of tricks’ and got some of her miracle lubricant and a cone shaped dildo.

“Careful, lover, I was sore for weeks after the last time.” She was hot as Dallas blacktop in August, but still a little cautious.

“I’m sorry baby. I’m going to open you up nice and easy, then enjoy your ass in a way that we will both appreciate.” I was rubbing a little lube on her little brown eye, and working it in gently with my index finger. Not one to waste an opportunity, I was simultaneously slowly feeding my cock into her tight little pussy.

“Mmmmmmm, that’s nice. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed the last time immensely – you can’t imagine how powerful and sexy I feel making you completely lose control like that. And to feel your body shaking and sweating as you used me like a toy doll, lifting me like some rag-doll, Gaaaaawwwd, filling my ass with that monstrously thick cock of yours. Using me, my every opening completely at your mercy. The strength in your hands, the hard muscles of your arms and chest pressed against me. Clutching me, using me. Ooooohhhhh, Jenny watching you completely lose yourself in me — Ahhhhhhhh, GOD, I’m cumming, Ohhhhhh, ooooooohhhhhhhhhh, JESUS, Ahhh, Ahhh, shit, shit, shit!” she was trembling uncontrollably, and I had just barely started working the dildo up her ass as I slowly fucked her pussy.

Once her breathing settled, I went back to work, wiggling the dildo inside her, until I had the thing halfway inside her, where the diameter of the thing was over an inch.

She was talking to me again. “Oooh, baby, I’m ready, do me already, I know you want it. You want to be in my ass again. Tell me baby.”

“You know it. I’ve never been out of control like that. Your sweet little hot ass drove me crazy. You weren’t my first anal, but God, you were the best I’d ever had.” I told her, discarding the dildo, and placing the spongy head at the opening. With a little effort, I popped the head in about two inches, and she grunted magnificently.

Hissing, she asked, “Better than Jenny?”

“I’ve never had Jenny’s ass,” I confided.

“Mmmmmmh, well you can have mine. I would never deny you. Come on baby, give it to me.”

I started my invasion, slowly working my way in until I was buried to the hilt.

“Please, hold it there,” she begged, while she tried to grow accustomed to the oversized invader. “Ok, now slowly, fuck my hot ass.”

“Marisa, you are an incredible fuck. I love this little tattoo. I need to see this more often.” I told her, as I started driving her ass, still slowly but with long strokes and a nice steady pace.

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I went down into the valley again last week. The valley runs right through my home town from the south border up to Lake Ontario. Since my childhood we have used it for hiking in, birdwatching, fishing, even swimming.

When I reached mid high school I became aware of another attraction. Over the course of a few decades various places in the valley have been used by men in the city to hook up with each other for sexual purposes. In high school and early university the action was right beside the downtown core. There was a garden there beside the local radio station which extended under the bridge that spans the valley and there were several spots with quite sheltered views where you could enjoy yourself without being seen or bothered.

Later the action has moved farther south where there are several paths down beside the river and the natural vegetation screens the participants from view. This is important because the area is used by many others not out looking for hookups. People walking their dogs, riding bikes, going for runs all move through. As I was there it was obvious that once again the leaves were falling from the trees pretty quickly now and as they dropped vision through the woods increased the point that it is probably the last time I’ll use the area for this year.

Any way as I was walking around and just leaving the parking lot I saw a young guy riding his bike towards the down town area. Nothing unusual in that as I said there is a lot of activity in the valley in a lot of types. While I continued I went off the main trail and was walking down one of the side trails when I saw a guy ahead of me on the trail. He was probably about 40 yrs old and seemed to be in pretty good shape. He also seemed to be taking a piss in the woods, something I’ve done myself many times.

As I approached him he obviously saw me but instead of turning away and covering up he just remained in the same Beylikdüzü escort position. That looked like a nice situation and as we came together he still had a hand on his cock although he didn’t seem to be playing with himself. When I said hello to him he nodded back and took his hand half off his cock letting me see a lot more of it. He wasn’t huge but had a nice sized cut cock about half hard already.

He asked me what brought me down there and I said I walked down there fairly frequently just seeing what there might be of interest.

“Did you see anything interesting yet”, he asked.

“Actually’, I said, “I just did see something that looks very interesting.”

At this he turned to face me directly and asked what I liked doing. I told him that most of the time now I just provided oral relief for others. He took a step towards me and I reached out putting his cock in my hand.

I stroked him several times and then bent over and licked the head of his cock. He stepped back against one of the trees there and letting his pants drop around his ankles leaned back against the trunk.

I took the invitation and took his cock into my mouth and started sucking and licking his cock. As we got into it I grabbed his hips in my hands and he held my head in both of his. He started thrusting slowly in and out of my mouth but not too aggressively. I concentrated on taking more and more of his cock into my mouth and used my tongue and lips to lubricate him.

Slowly I managed to get his entire cock into my mouth and could feel the head pushing against the back of my throat. I took a few deep breaths and then pushed down even harder on his cock and felt him slip past my throat and down my gullet. HE moaned at that and told me his wife had tried that often but had never been able to get it all in. I kept on sucking on his cock while it was buried in my throat and then after a minute or so Beylikdüzü escort had to back off to catch my breath.

I got down on my knees and went at him again taking his cock into my mouth in long smooth strokes. Every so often I would push right down on him till he was once again buried in my throat then letting up and licking and sucking the end of his cock. He started thrusting into my mouth fucking my face as his cock got harder and harder.

He suddenly stiffened and stopped moving and told me we had a spectator. I let go of his cock and looked around to see the bike rider I had seen before He was about 20 feet away and just standing astride his bike watching us. It was obvious he had seen exactly what was happening so there wasn’t much point in stopping then. I asked the guy if he minded the audience and was told it was up to me. With that I opened my mouth and leaned forward again taking him back into my mouth.

Out of the corner of my eyes i could see the cyclist rubbing his crotch through his shorts as he continued watching what was happening. I could tell the guy in my mouth was getting more and more excited and he started fucking slowly in and out. Pulling his cock out till just the tip was in my mouth he would then slowly sink back into me and slide his cock into my throat. The cyclist stepped off his bike and walked closer to us watching all this.

He was about 20 yrs old and in what looked to be very good condition. He was also continuing to rub his crotch and the cycling shorts he had on were tenting up over what looked to be a very large dick. AS he reached us the guy I was sucking reached out his hand and slid it up under his shirt. With his other hand he held onto my head and his pace picked up sawing his slick cock in and out of my mouth. He grunted he was near cumming so I took him all the way down my throat again and then backed off so about half his cock was in my mouth. Escort Beylikdüzü I used one hand to play with his balls and stroked the bottom half of his cock with the other. His breath was now coming in short gasps and then I felt the first spurt of his cum splash onto my young as he shuddered in orgasm. Spurt after spurt coated my tongue and as his cock started to soften I took him in all the way again.

I pulled back and faced the cyclist directly. He took the hint and pulled his shorts down below his knees disclosing a rock hard cock about 8 inches long. The end of it was already glistening with pre-cum and I licked his piss slit and the end of his cock. My first guy moved behind the cyclist and started playing with his chest while I kept working on his cock. He just stood there watching his cock going farther and farther into my mouth. His cock was rock hard in no time at all and I backed off and started licking his balls. I took one at a time into my mouth and sucked on it. Using my hand to stroke him it was obvious he was not going to last very long before he came. The first guy asked if I thought could deep throat him. In response I took a few deep breaths and then slowly pushed down on his cock. His legs were trembling as inch after inch disappeared into my mouth. I felt his cock wedging into the back of my throat and relaxing as I had learned to do over a few decades of this sort of thing I felt him slip into my throat and buried my nose in his pubic hair.

With him wedged inside my throat I flexed the muscles and was rewarded with a groan from the cyclist. With no warning I felt his cock swell and then start throbbing as he shot cum down my gullet. I didn’t realize it at that second but the other guy had licked his finger and shoved it into his ass. I managed to swallow all his cum and then pulled back off his cock. I licked him clean until he pulled back saying his cock was too sensitive. I got up off my knees as the two of them rearranged their clothes. The cyclist thanked me and asked if we might get together again so I gave him my number. I haven’t heard from him yet but with any luck I may have a regular play mate to deal with for a while.

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Joan rolled off and lay alongside me, her right breast draped across my chest, her legs intertwined with mine and her face tucked against my face and neck. As she lay there I ran my hand slowly along her back, feeling the softness of her skin and the curve of her body. I ran my fingers along the whole length of her back down to her curvy backside, then back along her spine, across her arms and down around her magnificent breast outlining its shape. I kept caressing her like this for at least twenty minutes until we both drifted off to sleep. Our bodies never once disengaging from each other, we were probably like this for half an hour before I started to stir again.

I started kissing Joan’s hair and face, very gently, not wanting to wake her, but her soft moans gave her away. She looked up at me and said, “that was wonderful, I haven’t felt this good in such a long time.”

With that we started kissing again — I can’t tell you how good she tasted and how fantastic it felt to have this big soft woman in my arms and against my body. Feeling the weight of her breast across my chest was unbelievable. I wanted to repeat the whole adventure again, from start to finish, but after such an intense session I needed more time to get my cock back to working order.

I don’t know whether she knew or not that I needed a little more time to reinflate but she asked me if I needed to leave yet — may be it was reassurance she wanted, that this was not a one off. At the same time I really didn’t know what Joan was expecting either. So I suggested that we have dinner together.

Joan looked surprised at this suggestion.

“Do you really want to take me out for dinner.” She asked.

“Of course I do, why ever not?” I said.

She laughed and said, “Well I’m not really a slim young dolly bird that you’d normally go out to dinner with am I?”

I moved away so I could look her in the face and replied… “Joan you are the most sensual woman that I have every held in my arms, making love to you has been something that I’ve wanted to do since the day I first saw you. You have been on my mind and in my fantasies every day and today has been the most wonderful experience. Come on let’s get dressed and go and get something to eat, I need to recharge.”

“Ok.” She said. “Would you like a shower before we go out?”

“No, no I want to go out smelling of sex and especially of you, I don’t want this feeling to end.”

That seemed to reassure Joan and she got up off the bed to start to get dressed.

“Are you going to get dressed?” she asked.

“Yeah, of course!” I replied, “but do you mind if I watch you getting dressed first?” Joan looked a little puzzled but noticed my playing with my flaccid cock, which was starting to re-energise slowly.

She smiled again, “well what would you like me to wear?”

I knew exactly what I wanted to see her in, but going naked to a restaurant was probably not a good idea. “Something sexy and elegant, like you always dress.” Was my considered reply.

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do. I don’t want you looking at those slim young dolly birds do I?”

As I lay on the bed Joan started getting ready. Just watching her walking around the bedroom picking up her cloths that had been scattered across the floor was a visual feast in itself. As I already knew she had fantastic legs, but seeing them come up to her hairy pussy below her solid torso was just delicious. Beylikdüzü escort Spreading out across her torso were those enormous breasts. Yes, they sagged but at the same time they were incredibly full and firm. It looked like for every inch of sag the volume and firmness doubled. The very top of her breasts showed the signs of sun exposure, which gradually blended down to the milky white of the main part of those enormous tits. Stretch marks laced the top and sides and through the white skin I could make out blue veins beneath. Her nipples weren’t huge but they rounded off the tips of her breasts beautifully.

I was so focused on taking in everything I could see and at the same time slowly feeling my cock I didn’t notice Joan stop for a moment.

“You really do like this don’t you?” she said.

“You’re awesome, simply stunning.” I replied.

She smiled and started moving about again, although this time she knew she was putting on a show. With that she stretched her arms above her head and tilted her head back, giving herself a good stretch. She then bent forwards at the waist to pick up her bra. Her breasts hung straight down and swayed with every move. This was getting too much for me, so I got off the bed and moved behind her, my semi erect cock, rapidly gaining form, now between her bum cheeks. I reached around with both arms to grab her tits. I lifted them; I swung them and pinched the nipples. I turned Joan to face her large mirrored wardrobe. We both looked at each other, although my cock was now hard I knew I was nowhere near ready to cum yet, but I needed to be in her again. So I let her tits fall free and guided my cock into her wet pussy. Joan let out a deep moan and pushed back on my cock. My eyes fixed on the mirror, watching her enormous tits swing back and forth with every thrust.

After a couple of minutes of this Joan pulled away, stood up and turned to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me close, kissing me deeply.

She then pulled away saying “come on we’ll never get anything to eat if we keep this up, help me put this on” as she reached for her bra.

How could I argue with that? I watched in amazement as Joan slipped both arms into the bra and literally scooped her breasts into the massive bra cups. Turning her back to me and at the same time giving my cock a good squeeze she asked me to do the bra up. As I was doing the bra I began kissing her back, shoulders and neck. She almost seemed to be ignoring me as she focused on arranging her breasts comfortably in each bra cup. She reached in with one hand and grabbed her tit and pulled it this way and that and then with the other hand did the same to the other breast. Finally, she adjusted the bra from the outside pulling the heavy under-wire down and under her tits. I turned her to face me and ran my hands and face across those beautiful bra covered breasts, nibbling at her nipples and squeezing with my hands. I sensed Joan was getting impatient but her hand running up and down my cock told me otherwise. This time I showed some self-control.

“OK, I’m getting dressed, the sooner we eat the sooner I get to eat you.” I said.

Joan laughed, “You’ve got a deal.”

It didn’t take me long to get dressed, so I sat back down on the bed and watched Joan. She was now sitting at a small dressing table doing her hair and make up, which was a total mess after our previous lovemaking. Once that was done Beylikdüzü escort she pulled on a knee length grey woollen skirt, then black three-inch heels. The woollen skirt clung to every inch of her gorgeous body — it was incredibly sexy without looking sluttish. Around her neck she double looped a long string of pearls.

“Now, what top shall I wear?” Joan asked with mischief in her voice.

All I could think of was how perfect she looked at that moment. “Whatever you like.” I said.

Joan moved to the wardrobe and started looking through the draws, she then pulled out a pink cashmere cardigan saying, “I think this will look nice.” Joan turned away from me and pulled the cardigan on. I could see her stretching the material around to the front and she seemed to take an eternity to do all the tiny buttons up at the front. When she turned to face me I could hardly believe my eyes.

“So, how do I look?” she asked.

“Oh, fuck!” Was all I could say.

“I’ll take that as a positive.” She said smiling.

Standing in front of me was a very classy, incredibly sexy middle aged woman who was wrapped in a tight pink cashmere cardigan, with every button, except those below her huge tits, staining to contain her delicious flesh. The pearl necklace just emphasised the dimensions of her huge chest as it hung away from her body, and her delicious arse encased in a conservative knee length skirt. Sexy and elegant? Absolutely.

I stood and walked over to her and ran my hands over every inch of her. God, she felt good. I couldn’t wait to have her again.

Arriving at the restaurant, we waited for the “Maitre de” to organise our table, I could sense a lot of male eyes were on us, or should I say on Joan, and as we were shown to our table you could sense the confusion on the faces of the men staring. They just didn’t know what to make of the pair of us, what the nature of the relationship was. She looked amazing, but not cheap. I guess it’s not every day that you get to see such an impressive woman.

We ordered our meals and shared a bottle of red wine, the waiters seemed particularly attentive to our needs and were more than willing to top up our wine glasses or refresh our water. Funny though, they never seemed to look at me, their eyes clearly focused on Joan’s jutting breasts. Thankfully, they were discrete, and who could blame them.

The conversation flowed freely; we were now getting to know each other. Joan had a son and a daughter who both lived inter-state and she told me about her divorce ten years earlier — much of this I already knew, but I didn’t let on for fear of being found out as totally obsessed with her.

She had dated a couple of men in the previous years, yet as she explained, they all treated her poorly, she had decided to avoid relationships, enjoy her work, stay in touch with her adult children and take life as it came.

Throughout the meal Joan would occasionally brush a bread crump from her top and play with her pearls. However, I concentrated on keeping eye contact with Joan and avoided leering at her breasts, although I know she caught me looking a number of times she never said anything.

We finished the bottle of wine and ordered coffee to complete the meal. I excused myself and went to the gents, when I got back to the table I couldn’t help but notice that the top three buttons of her top were now undone — just giving a hint of cleavage. Again, Escort Beylikdüzü I did my best not to stare.

With all that had happened this afternoon I decided to ask the obvious question.

“So how come I’m so lucky to have had an outrageously good afternoon and be sitting here having dinner with such a gorgeous woman.”

Joan hesitated for a moment and then replied… “You never pushed, you never made unseemly comments or tawdry jokes, and you were always pleasant. I knew from the moment we first met that you were attracted to me, but I thought like all the rest of the clowns in the office you’d either treat me as someone beneath you because I work in the service centre or that you’d just stare and that would be that. I am a fair bit older than you.”

This was getting interesting I thought as Joan continued.

“Over the years I’ve had so many men approach me as some sort of disposable item. I never actually thought anything was going to happen between us — you just seemed a nice, well-mannered man. It really hadn’t entered my mind until this afternoon. Of course, in my naughtier moments I knew what I wanted you to do to me. So I took life as it came and I’m glad I did.”

Joan hesitated for a moment.

“I hope we have some more pleasant times.”

My simple reply was to ask her if she’d like to have dinner with me on Saturday night.

“That would be lovely” Joan beamed.

With that I looked around the restaurant to catch the waiters eye and asked for the bill. When I turned back to face Joan my eyes almost jumped out of my head, at least another four buttons had mysteriously come undone. I was staring at a mile of cleavage, and Joan’s hands gently moving up and down the now very open top of her cashmere cardigan. The look on the waiters face when he brought the bill over was priceless. Needless to the he got a solid tip, because I wasn’t about to wait for the change.

As we walked back to the car I put my arm around Joan, pulled her close to me and thanked her for such a wonderful night. Opening the passenger door of the car we turned to each other and kissed deeply and frantically. “Take me home” was all she said.

As we drove back towards her house, Joan held my hand and gently kissed and sucked my fingers; she then traced my hand down her chest, along her legs and then back to her mouth. “I hope I’m not distracting you?” she whispered.

As we entered her house we headed for the bedroom, Joan kicked her shoes off and dropped her skirt and panties to the floor, my clothes littered the path from her front door to her bedroom. Joan started to undo her top,

“No, leave it on for the moment” I said somewhat desperately.

I pushed Joan back onto the bed, spread her legs and pushed my cock deep into her cunt. She let out cry of pleasure as I pushed as deeply into her as I could. Back and forth I pushed while holder her knees wide open, watching these two enormous upright mountains of flesh move and shudder with every thrust. Joan’s hands alternated between playing with her hair and forcefully kneading her massive tits. She was obviously enjoying the pleasure of a hard fuck and the softness of her own cashmere encased tits.

On the next deep thrust I wrapped my arms around Joan’s waist and flipped her on top of me, Joan leaned back pushing down as hard as she could on my cock, lifting her tits with both hands and squeezed as hard as she could. She then fell forward onto my chest, shuddering to orgasm, her hair and pearls hanging down around my face, her massive tits bludging out of their soft confinement pressing hard against me. My cock began pulsing cum deep within her pussy.

Man, I couldn’t wait till Saturday night.

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Groton had wanted to get off by 9:30 the next morning, avoiding the worst of the earlier morning rush hours around the Baltimore and Washington, D.C., beltways, but it was closer to 10:30 before the two vehicles got packed with luggage and photographic equipment and nosed into the I-95 traffic south toward Washington.

In addition to Groton, Spike, and Rick, the two cameramen who had helped with the cameras out on the football field were going too. Groton was driving his Saab and he took off with only Spike on board, telling the cameramen where they were to meet late that afternoon and telling Rick to ride with the cameramen because Groton had a couple of more guys to pick up south of Washington. The cameramen, who were introduced to Rick as Phil and Trace, had a Dodge Ram three-quarter-ton quad truck with four doors and half of its truck bed, closest to the back of the cab, outfitted with a covered container where the two men packed away luggage and photographic equipment.

Trace, a big brute probably in his late twenties, was doing most of the heavy lifting, just as Rick had noticed he did the night of the football field shoot. He was the coarser of the two, both in looks and language, and kept giving Rick side looks that left no doubt what he wanted to do. The other guy, Phil, appeared to be the more intelligent and responsible of the two. He was a redhead who looked to be in his mid thirties. He was tall and built thinner than Trace was, although when Trace wasn’t there for comparison, it was evident he wasn’t thin at all. He could probably be described more as sinewy. It looked like he could easily lift whatever needed to be lifted, but that he wasn’t as frenetic and mouthy as Trace was and was content to let Trace do any of the grunt work that he was willing to do. And, in contrast to Trace, he looked at Rick shyly whenever he could be seen to look at him at all.

Trace took the driver’s seat, with Phil riding shotgun—which left the cramped backseat of the cab to Rick.

It wasn’t more than fifteen minutes before they lost contact with Groton’s vehicle. Phil seemed perturbed at this, saying that Trace should be able to keep up with Groton at least past lunchtime, which Groton had mentioned he was having in Culpepper. But Trace just laughed and told Phil that if he didn’t like Trace’s driving, he should have volunteered to take the wheel. To this, Phil said he had offered to drive and Trace had gruffly stated he was doing it.

Rick was barely able to hear the guys talking in the front seat, not just because of the noise from the truck’s powerful Hemi engine but also because they were speaking softly, as if he wasn’t there. He just caught snippets of what they were saying, but it mostly was about photographic techniques and equipment.

Traffic was heavy around the Washington Beltway, and it was well past noon before they reached the town of Warrenton, some forty-five miles south of the national capital on route 29 and twenty miles short of the planned lunchtime rendezvous in the town of Culpepper.

Trace went off route 29 onto business route 17 and headed into the center of Warrenton.

“What gives?” Phil asked. “We’re headed to Culpepper for lunch.”

“I’m hungry now. Doug didn’t say we had to meet up for lunch; only where he was going to have lunch and split off from us anyway.”

“You’ve just passed up two restaurants,” Phil said. They were both speaking loud enough now for Rick to hear, a bit of irritation bubbling up from both. It had been a tough ride through the traffic around the twin big cities.

“Yeah, but I know of a pool hall in the town that has great hamburgers. And I want to relieve the tension of the drive with a game or two of pool.”

“We don’t have the time.”

“Sure we do; we’re just going down into Nelson County—and it’s for the night.”

Phil stopped arguing.

Once in the parking lot, Trace popped out of the cab and sprinted to the tavern door. He was already carrying a hamburger and his first beer over to the pool room before Phil and Rick had entered and figured out the food ordering system there.

Rick was counting his pennies on what he could order when Phil put a hand on his arm—which Rick took notice of, feeling a slight charge of electricity in the connection—and said, “I got yours. Groton told me to pay for you.”

They went to a table where they could keep an eye on Trace and try to determine when he was finished with his game of pool and might be convinced to get back on the road.

“Thanks for covering the food,” Rick said as they sat down on benches across the table from each other.

“Groton’s got you on a tight allowance, has he?”

“He hasn’t given me anything toward this trip yet. I’ve got money of my own, but I don’t want to be throwing it around until I know what the deal is on pay.”

“Do you have any idea what Groton is piling in on you?”

“What do you mean?”

“It not the art film he’s doing for the festival. Any money from that—which isn’t guaranteed—won’t come Beylikdüzü escort for some time. But he’s already made a bundle in the still shots and videos he’s taken of you completely outside the footage for the film.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“He’s already paid Trace and me a couple of thou off the top to travel. You really need to talk to Groton about an advance. You’re the talent here.”

“The talent?” Rick laughed at the use of that term.

“Of course. I’ve seen you in action, you know. I know talent when I see it.”

Rick looked up into Phil’s face and he thought he saw interest there. Rick hadn’t thought about the cameramen being turned on by what they were filming. He realized he hadn’t thought about a lot of things—other than getting out of Baltimore. But he didn’t know if he was brave enough to approach Groton for an advance.

“What is it you want, Rick? What’s your goal in life?—I mean what is this film going to get for you? You want to go to California and be a porn star?”

“No, that’s not what I want,” Rick said, with a nervous laugh. “I guess I haven’t thought much beyond getting out of Baltimore. But I do have dreams. I want to work on cars. Maybe in the West, Arizona or New Mexico or some place. I want to fix them. Nothing is more thrilling than hearing a well-tuned engine.”

“Nothing?” Phil asked. “Watching you in action indicates you are thrilled by more than that.”

Rick laughed nervously again. “I like to be fucked, yes, if that’s what you’re asking. But I don’t see that as a career.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I kind of thought that you saw this movie as reality—that Doug had made you see it that way and was using you falsely. It’s all a mirage, just like the title, Journey to Mirage, says. I think it will make a good movie, but it’s not real. There’s nothing lasting in it for you.”

Rick shrugged and made an exaggerated effort to check on Trace, who was now on his second beer and his second game of pool. Trace was scowling, so Rick decided he must not be winning.

“You know I’ve been thinking of going out to Arizona too,” Phil said, as he laid a hand on Rick’s arm to stay Rick from rising out of his seat and going into the pool room. “I want to open a photographic studio of my own. Legitimate stuff—although maybe some gay male glamour shots on the side just to keep life interesting.”

“Sounds like a good plan,” Rick said, rising in spite of Phil’s hand on his arm. He didn’t know what Phil was working around to say, but life was complicated enough just now. All the same, his butt was twitching—not necessary just for Phil, but because Groton’s encouraging him to have sex fantasies was sending him off into frequent reveries—he had been in heat for days, and, without even thinking about it, he was in the zone of thinking about his next cocking as soon as his last one had ended. He’d been having images of being bound and taken as they were driving down through northern Virginia, and he was still keyed up by that—and finding that it was an arousing concept. He’d never really thought of that before. Thanks to Groton, he was fantasizing almost constantly these days.

They didn’t have to pull Trace away from the table, though, he’d run the balls on his last game and was happy now. He downed his beer and came out of the men’s room and told them it was time to shove off.

When they got to the truck, he turned to Phil and gruffly said, “You drive now. I want to sit in back with Rick for a while.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Trace,” Phil said. “Groton said . . . I know what you said when you heard the kid was riding with us, but Groton would flail you alive if?”

But Trace was already shoving Rick up onto the backseat of the Ram and was climbing in behind him. “You’re the one who wants to make tracks and meet a schedule. Stop standin’ here and jawing about it, and let’s get rolling.”

Phil turned around in the seat and spoke directly to Rick. “You can come up here, Rick, if you want. You don’t have to stay back there.”

“It’s OK. I’m OK here,” Rick answered in a small voice. He knew what was happening, and Trace wouldn’t be his first choice—even against Phil—but it was becoming an addiction for Rick. His own dick was already straining at his jeans pouch. The very musky aroma of a horny man was a stimulant to his libido—and there was no doubt that Trace was horny.

Trace’s bulk was taking up a lot of the room in the back of the cab, and he had an arm around Rick and holding him close before they were out of the parking lot.

Before they were back out on 29, Trace was feeling Rick up good and could tell from Rick’s heavy breathing and the feel of his cock through the material of his blue jeans that Rick was going to let him have his way. Trace moved his hands under the material of Rick’s armless T—the hand of the embracing arm snaking through the deep arm slit, with a thumb and forefinger going to one of Rick’s nipples, making him flinch and moan. The other hand went, first, to Rick’s trembling belly Beylikdüzü escort and then down, brushing across his basket, and then back up to the zipper pull of Rick’s jeans.

“What’s that?” Rick asked with a hoarse voice, writhing already at the action of Trace’s hand on his freed cock, as Trace pulled him over onto his lap and extracted a black rubbery device out of his pocket that was a good six inches long and bulbed out in oblong protrusions at either end.

“This? This is a blackjack. Never seen one before? It comes in handy for when I go clubbing in rough parts of town at night. And these are just leather strips. Ever done it bound before?”

“No,” Rick said in a breathy voice.

“Ever thought of it?”

“Yeah. But just for the first time earlier today.”

“First. I wanna fuck you. I’m horny as hell, and you feel like you are too. Any objections to that? You do it for anyone Groton points to, so I think you can do it for me.”

A pause, as Trace moved the blackjack under the hem of Rick’s T and slid it up to his chest and started playing with his nipples with it?

“No, I guess not.” And then. “No, not at all. Hurry please.”

“So, wanna try it bound?”

“Yes, yes, anything. Just don’t make me wait too long.” Rick was trying not to whine, but he wasn’t having much success at it.

“Now ain’t that nice,” Trace muttered. “Our pretty boy’s a nympho.”

A warning word of “Trace” was called out from the front seat, but Trace just ignored Phil, and Rick was too far gone to do more than groan and repeat, “Hurry, please hurry.”

Rick watched in fascination as Trace pulled his T over his head and bound his wrists together. And, unexpectedly, Trace raised Rick’s arms and lodged the bound wrists behind his neck, causing Rick to arch his chest toward the back of the front seat. Rick could feel Trace’s cock engorged underneath him, and he was more than ready for the fuck. Occasionally he’d look into the rearview mirror and could see Phil looking back at them, a worried expression on his face. But he had his hands full keeping the truck on the road headed south.

“OK, pretty boy. I want more time. But I’ll give you something to think about while you’re waiting for Joe—I call it Joe—to fill the darkness.”

Trace pulled Rick’s jeans and briefs off his legs and then raised up and stripped his off as well. He moved Rick’s butt up and into his belly. This put Rick’s cock more or less on top of Trace’s. With one hand, Trace encased both cocks and began a slow jack off, while he moved the blackjack around Rick’s arched chest and his belly and thighs with the other hand, gliding on flesh and making little flicks of rubber on delicate skin.

When Rick ejaculated, unable to keep himself from going over the top quickly, he expected Trace to move his cock to his ass canal and start fucking him—to give him relief there—but again Trace surprised him.

“Find someplace private to pull off. Where we won’t be seen,” Trace called out to Phil.

“Trace, no. If Groton finds out?”

“Groton won’t find out unless you or pretty boy here tells him. You want to be fucked by a real man now, pretty boy?”

“Yes. Oh, god, yes,” Rick moaned.

“You heard him. He wants it. He wants it bad. So, pull over, Phil.”

Phil, as demanded, found a spot behind a stand of bushes down a driveway to a house with boarded up windows that obviously was deserted. Then he sank deeply into the driver’s seat, staring straight ahead, obviously pretending he wasn’t even there.

Without untying Rick’s wrists, Trace manhandled him out of the cab and back to the rear of the truck, where he let down the tailgate and laid down a tarp for Rick to lay his back on. Then he raised Rick’s arms over his head and hooked his wrist bonds on a hook at the side of the container wedged in back of the cab and pushed the young man’s ankles through plastic hoops that were dangling from the back corners of the bed on either side.

Thus bound, Trace opened the container and took out a duffle bag and forced it under the small of Rick’s back so his ass was rolled up presented with a straight shot for the penetration of Trace’s cock, while Rick moaned and groaned for the exotic fuck. Trace didn’t start fucking him immediately, though. He used the blackjack as an enticer on Rick’s bare skin for a while and then as a dildo for a while, and Rick was begging for the cock—not caring whose it was—before Trace gave it to him.

First the handle end of the blackjack and then the bulbier oval of the business end, covered with Trace’s spit and worked slowly in as Rick panted and strained at his bonds. Rick was finding he loved the sensation of having no control, being forced, bound. This was the balance that contributed fully to his arousal and satisfaction, taking the guilt away. All responsibility was taken off him for doing what he knew wasn’t right, that was telling about his base needs and desires, and at the same time he no longer had any control over it, was a prisoner to the wants Escort Beylikdüzü and urges of the other man.

The pleasure of it was freeing and excruciating for Rick, and when the blackjack was gone, replaced by Trace up on the tailgate on his knees, lifting Rick’s pelvis to him with hands cupping, squeezing, and separating Rick’s butt cheeks, the preparation of the blackjack aided Trace’s cruel plunge into the quick of him, and as Trace began churning away inside him, he was not even looking at Trace, not caring who it was as long as he had a dick inside him. Rick strained in delightful ineffectiveness against his bonds, arched his back, let his eyes roll to the waving branches of trees above his head, concentrated on fantasizing a big, black bruiser—Pete—between his thighs, wailed his total satisfaction—and ejaculated a second time.

With a humming Trace behind the wheel again, they drove the rest of the way down 29 and over toward the foothills of the Blue Ridge with no more than the tersest comments between Phil and Trace and with Rick lying along the backseat of the cab and moaning.

* * * *

At Charlottesville, the RAM turned toward the mountains and then, just before the start of the incline up to the pass over the Blue Ridge at Afton, they turned south into a valley. They were driving into Virginia’s Nelson County now. They proceeded for a couple of miles and then turned back toward the mountains and pulled up into a graveled parking lot at a rambling log roadhouse with a neon sign in red over it that said “Lefty’s” inside a heart shape.

To the surprise of neither Phil nor Trace, Groton had already arrived. He was standing out at the end of the walk up to the door of the roadhouse talking with a monster of a man in brown trousers with suspenders over a red flannel shirt. Spike was standing several yards away from the two, staring up at an upper window of the roadhouse, where a shirtless black-headed guy with good musculature was staring back down at him, framed by the molding on the window. Spike may or may not have been listening to the conversation between the other two men, because he was gazing pretty intently at the man in the window. Behind the monster man, close in his shadow, his arm under the grip of the big man, was a young blond guy, barefoot, and in just low-slung jeans, shyly looking at the ground.

Lounging at the door of the roadhouse were two buxom bottle blondes in tight-fitting blouses and shorts.

And leaning against Groton’s Saab that Trace had parked beside were two lanky and slightly mean and unclean looking country boys with bad teeth, who leered at Rick as he struggled with some effort out of the backseat of the RAM well after Trace and Phil had descended and were walking toward Groton. The two guys at the Saab leaned in to each other and were talking quietly as they eyed Rick and laughed.

Groton looked appraisingly at Rick as he slowly walked up to the gathered group. Although he was looking at Rick, when he spoke, it was to the monster man. “See what I mean? Isn’t the resemblance uncanny?”

“Yes, I do see it,” the man spoke on a rich bass voice. “Course ones blonder than the other. This must be Rick, your film’s star. He’s dynamite. Where did you ever find him?”

“He found me, you could say. But I’m bringing him along. Rick, come over and meet my old friend Lefty Drake. He’s going to help us with some of the filming.”

Then he turned to Phil and Trace and said, “You two can go on in. The girls will show you where your rooms are. The rooms are pretty utilitarian and small, but they serve their purpose—and will serve ours too. We’ll just be here for a few days. Oh, and I’d like to talk to you both separately this evening, please.” The last sentence was spoken somewhat ominously. Phil winced, but Trace just smiled a sloppy smile.

As they went back to the truck for their bags and joined the buxom blondes at the front door of the roadhouse, Spike touched Groton’s arm and said, “I’ll go in too and they can show me where I’m bunking too.”

“Yeah, go ahead,” Groton said, but Spike wasn’t looking at him now, he was looking up to the window where the shirtless young man, his chest covered with curly black hair, was still smiling down at those below—or rather at Spike himself.

“You should meet Billy Dan, too,” Groton turned and said to Rick. “I’ve just met him myself, but I thought maybe I was meeting you again. The two of you are the spitting image of each other.”

Lefty pulled the young blond guy out from his shadow and into the light. “Say hi to Rick, Billy Dan,” Lefty said.

Billy Dan looked up but only briefly and gave Rick a shy smile and a quiet, “Glad to meet ya,” before returning his gaze to his toes, which he was curling and uncurling in the grass beside the walk.

Rick gave him a brief “Hello,” while he looked for where the others were seeing the resemblance. But he, like most folks, wasn’t really able to see himself in others.

“He’s certainly acting virginal enough,” Groton said to Lefty and then laughed. “Sure he’s unused?”

“Yep, he’s willing enough—says he needs the money to get out of Nelson County but also that he’s that way inclined—but I’ve been saving him for something special. Maybe you and I can get him started.”

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Damn it to hell, it was Christmas Eve. I was curled up in my favorite chair listening to Bruce laugh his way through “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” while I sip my second glass of Shiraz – could it get any better than this? Of course it fucking could. For one thing, Stephen could have not been assigned as first officer on a three-day to Australia. And for another, he could have fucking taken me with him, the asshole.

Instead, I had to settle for wearing one of his favorite flannel shirts, along with a pair of my favorite silk panties. I reached for the remote, to change the fucking burning fireplace log to some other equally useless channel, when I felt my eyes begin to close. I jerked awake once and shook my head. It was barely eight o’clock. Maybe I should switch to Chardonnay. Reds always made me sleepy. Too late. This time I was off for good.

The song was still playing when I started to wake up, although I slowly became aware that it was a somewhat different version.

You’d better watch out, you’d better not cry You’d better not pout, I’m telling you why Santa Claus is going to town Santa Claus is going to town And Mrs. Claus is cumming tonight.

She’s making a list, she’s checkin’ it twice She’s gonna find out whose naughty AND nice Santa Claus is going to town Santa Claus is going to town And Mrs. Claus is cumming tonight.

She sees you when you’re sleeping She knows if you’re awake She knows if you’ve been bad or good – better be good for Rachel’s sake You better be good for Rachel’s sake…

“Speaking of knowing if you’re awake, welcome, honey.”

It was the dark, honeyed voice of the woman who had been singing along with Bruce ever since I’d recovered consciousness. I could see her dancing around the darkened room, lit only by the roaring fire in the giant fireplace on the wall behind her and, incredibly, by the reflection of thousands of stars off a bare field of white snow that came in through the large windows on the other wall.

“Where am I?” I asked hesitantly. “Who are you?”

“Where are you, baby? The North Pole. I heard a snap of her fingers and the room was filled with light. It was an enormous room, with dark, hardwood floors covered with various rugs. There was a beautiful Persian rug underneath the dining area that adjoined the shiny stainless steel kitchen, and a deep blue, shag rug beneath the furniture that was grouped around the fireplace. It was a peninsula of a room, in fact; the windows on three sides looked out on the snow, with only one door near the kitchen that appeared to connect the room to some other part of the house.

“Who am I? Mrs. Claus, of course. But you can call me Rachel.”

“What the fuck is going on?” I demanded. I tried to stand up, but found myself almost stuck to the chair. As my eyes got used to the light, I was finally able to make her out: a gorgeous woman with long black hair, porcelain skin, and red, pouty lips. She was obviously dressed for bed, in a red silk top lined with fur and tied in a big bow at her chest. The matching G-string made some sense; the matching hat looked a little odd.

“Funny you should put it that way,” she said with a giggle. “What the fuck indeed.”

“Look, lady, I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you better let me out of here.”

She sauntered over to stand in front of me. “Who the hell I am is Rachel Claus. And since Nicky’s gone for the night, I finally get to use my own list of who’s been naughty and nice.”

She reached down and unerringly touched a tip of her finger to my right nipple, still covered by flannel. It was like an electric shock.

“Oh, God,” I gasped.

“And you seem to be very nice,” she continued. “Nice blonde hair, nice lips, nicely pointed tongue, nice talented fingers.”

I stared at her as she giggled again.

“They seem to come in handy when you’re naughty, too.” A giant projection television flickered to life just to her right. “Like when you got yourself off at the Chicago Symphony last month. And when you sucked off that friend of Stephen’s while Beylikdüzü escort he was flying a trip to England in August.”

Stunned, I realized that the television was broadcasting the very images she was describing.

“You’re perfect,” she said. “Just the right combination of naughty and nice.”

There was a very sexy depth to her timbre that told me exactly what she had meant by that.

“I – I don’t do girls,” I stammered and shook my head. The whole thing still seemed much too unreal. “Anyway, aren’t you a little old for this?”

“Do I look too old?” she asked. She stood in front of me, her legs spread, and slowly pulled the bow on her top. It fluttered slowly to the ground. Her figure was flawless. Her breasts were magnificent, like those of a particularly well-endowed eighteen-year-old girl who never found time to study the law of gravity. “I keep in pretty good shape. Jazzercise, yoga, reindeer games. What’s a couple of hundred years, after all?”

I was still powerless to move as she pushed my knees apart and knelt between my thighs. Delicate fingers, their nails the same color red as her lips, carefully teased apart the buttons on the flannel shirt.

“Look, bitch,” I said. “I told you, I don’t do girls.”

“No? That’s not what my list says. It says you and – what was her name, Kara? – were the hottest thing going once upon a time.”

By now she had pulled apart the sides of my shirt, and I knew she was well aware of the hot flush spreading across my torso.

“Everybody did it in college,” I mumbled.

“Everybody didn’t enjoy it quite as much as Samantha and Kara did. Or do it quite as often as you two.”

I watched in horror as the screen shifted to a video of Kara and I writhing naked on the beds that we had pushed together our junior year, a finger in each other’s pussy. And then a picture of Kara and I kissing in the school pool, where we had found a way to sneak in.

“Stop it!” I screamed.

“Stop what?” she asked softly. I looked down and realized that she had just pulled her lips off of my breast, leaving a circle of wetness around my brownish areola.

“Everything!” It was less a command than a whispered plea.

She laughed again, a deep, throaty laugh. “So at least we know you like girls, don’t we?”

She brushed a finger across the crotch of my panties, letting me know exactly how wet it had become there. Then she moved it up to my nipples, stiff as little thimbles. Finally, she traced it across my mouth, and I found my lips part and suck it inside. My eyes widened and hers laughed at me. It had already been a busy little finger.

“Sorry,” she said. “Had to start without you. So I like girls, you like girls. Seems pretty easy, huh?”

“No,” I gasped. “I . . .”

“Stephen likes girls.”

There was something in her voice that drew my eyes back to the television, where I saw Steven lying on a gloriously sunny, sandy beach. It was Stephen’s ass, anyway. Lying on his stomach, with his head buried between the thighs of a redhead whose hands were twined in her hair, I couldn’t see much of his face. Still, I knew.

“Those Aussie girls are cute, aren’t they?” Rachel asked. She was working my panties over my hips. I was able to lift up slightly and they easily slide down my thighs and over my knees. I picked up my feet, one after the other, and she tossed the tiny piece of fabric aside. She leaned forward and I felt an exhalation of hot breath across my obviously well-oiled opening.

“Rachel,” I moaned. “It’s still . . . still too fast.”

She stood up and laughed again.

“I am an impatient little bitch, aren’t I? But if the only girls you got to see all year were a bunch of tiny elves, you’d probably be in a hurry, too.”

She wiggled her fingers and I felt myself free of whatever invisible restraints had been holding me in place. She walked over to a cabinet next to an enormous fireplace whose logs had suddenly burst into flame. Pulling out a bottle, she poured two glasses and handed one to me.

“I shouldn’t,” I said.

“Oh, you’ve only had two,” she said.

“I’m not gonna ask how you know that,” I said, taking a sip of the Beylikdüzü escort best red wine I had ever tasted.

“Nicky’s been gone since about three o’clock your time. And you were on the top of my list. So I watched you for a bit while I had dinner. The elves always treat me nice when Nicky leaves. ‘Course that’s only once a year. So I do try to make the most of it.”

She had moved over to a couch in front of the fire and was lying back against one of the arms. She gestured to the other.

“Come on, Sam. I won’t bite. Not if you’re over there, anyway.”

I took another sip and felt fire spreading through my belly. This wine might be a little stronger than I was used to. I took another drink and joined her on the couch. I sat a little more demurely.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m being awfully rude, aren’t I?”

“Rude?” I asked. “Outside of the kidnapping, and those mental restraints, I haven’t noticed any rudeness.” I smiled at her.

“Here I am, encouraging you to prance around naked in my house while I’m still dressed.” She stood and pushed her panties to the ground, and then returned to her seat. Now, as she leaned against the arm, and extended one of her long, muscled legs along the back of the sofa toward me, I tried not to stare at the intricate design she had trimmed into her pubes.

“The, uh, song that was playing when I got here?”

“Bruce and the boys? I invited them a couple Christmas Eves ago. They were happy to record me a personalized version. That was a fun night, although getting that many guys home was a bitch. Especially that big fellow with the deep voice. I thought the girls were gonna have a fit.”

“The girls?” I was still stalling for time, struggling to make sense of everything that was happening.

“Mrs. Donner? Mrs. Blitzen?”

“Reindeer?”

“Of course, they’re reindeer. Do you know what my life would be like if I had to stay here all fucking year? I’ve got a nice two-deer sleigh that gets me everywhere I want to go.”

“So that’s how you brought me here?”

“Nah. You’re a lightweight. I brought you back bareback. I could just wish you here, of course, but what’s the fun in that?”

“Wish me here?”

“Of course, Samantha. It’s the North Pole. Where all your wishes come true. Fortunately, Nicky never figured that all out. He could just transport all those kids’ presents and then he’d never leave the damn house.”

She broke out in laughter again. She was a jolly little slut, I had to give her that.

“So, um, you flew me here?” I asked, looking away suddenly.

“Nervous, Sam?” she asked.

I looked up again quickly.

“Sam, if you want to look, just look.”

I couldn’t help myself. I leaned forward, and the scent of her arousal filled my head. I felt myself spinning, and yet I still couldn’t make it out.

“What is it?” I whispered.

She raised her other leg to put one thigh on either side of my head, taking care not to touch me.

“Mistletoe, silly. I wish you wanted to kiss me underneath it.”

Her tone was teasing, almost mocking. But at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to kiss Rachel Claus right below where the mistletoe ended. I had honestly sworn off girls after college, convinced that my heart wasn’t in it, and that I would never be happy unless my partner had a cock. Maybe it was just the ending of my two-year long love with Kara. When that ended, I was devastated, and happy to accept that it had just been a youthful experiment. Now, at age 29, I was at least willing to consider the possibility that I had made a mistake.

Perhaps it was her almost hypnotic voice. Perhaps it was her intoxicating aroma. Or perhaps it was just that I had simply missed the smell and taste and touch of another woman.

Whatever the reason, there was no hesitation. I slowly kissed my way up her stomach to those luscious breasts, and then slowly teased her with just the tip of my tongue. She had been quite right before. I did have a very delicately tipped tongue, just perfect for drawing thin little concentric circles on Rachel’s breasts, getting ever closer to the bulls-eye each time. By the time I pursed my lips Escort Beylikdüzü to suck in a nipple, it was as hard as a little bullet. Rachel closed her legs on me, gently squeezing my waist with her thighs.

I kissed my way back down her belly, sampling her elegantly curved hip bone, filling the indentations of her body with my wet saliva. By the time I reached her mons, she was moaning in pleasure, holding blonde tresses in each of her hands.

“Mmmm,” I whispered in a husky voice. “Rachel likes?”

“Rachel loves,” she answered, hissing a sibilant “yes” as she watched me through heavy eyelids.

“Samantha loves, too,” I said. I reached my hand up and pressed the palm against her labia, spreading my fingers atop the mistletoe. I pulsed it slowly against her, and felt her grind herself back against me in response.

“Rachel does love it,” I said, smiling at her as I looked between her thighs.

“Rachel wishes you would stop teasing her and get busy with that tongue again.”

My mouth was glued to her pussy by the time she finished exhaling. I was lapping at her slit, tickling her clit the pointy tip of my tongue while applying suction to her beautifully swollen lips. With my arms wrapped around her thighs, I used my thumbs to massage the skin just below the spots where her creamy thighs met her cheerily decorated mound. I looked up at her again, watching her writhe, watching her back arch, watching her breasts and nipples surge skyward. I slid my hands up, wrapping both of them in my grasp and squeezing them gently in the love line that ran up the middle of my hand.

“Samantha,” she said, as much supplication as acknowledgement.

I began kissing my way back up her body, kissing her belly, her slender ribcage, her breasts, the sweet spot at the top of her collarbone, and her lovely neck. In a few minutes, I was kissing her cheek, and feeling my pussy push against hers, and hers back against mine.

“God,” I whispered. “I wish I had a strap-on for you.”

I froze, for just a second, as I felt a pair of straps materialize around my thighs. But I didn’t know what had actually happened until I saw Rachel’s face dissolve into a stunned “O” of pleasure as she felt the dildo filling her up. Her eyes widened suddenly, and she stretched her hands toward me.

She clung to my upper arms, her body quaking in answer to the rhythmic thrusts that I was slowly beginning to give her.

“Fuck me, Sam,” she said, her voice no more than a squeak. “Fuck me.”

“I will,” I responded. “I wish you’d cum for me, too.”

“Oh, fuck!” She screamed as her body shook with orgasm. I couldn’t believe that she had climaxed that quickly. And then I knew what was going on. When she opened her eyes the next time, eyes soft with peaceful pleasure, I was ready.

“You know what I wish?” she said quietly, a smile flitting across her face.

I put a finger on her mouth to shush her, and spoke to her through a big smile of my own.

“I wish that you wouldn’t be able to wish any more,” I said.

Her eyes were just as wide, her mouth just as rounded, as they had been before.

“You fucking bitch!” she screamed.

I grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the bed. She squeezed me again with those powerful thighs, trying to throw me off by rocking from side to side.

“Now, now, Rachel, I wish you’d cut that out.”

The rocking stopped. Her legs relaxed. Her arms no longer pressed at mine.

“Apparently you forgot we were at the North Pole, huh, Rache. Where all your wishes come true. I wish I had your body, come to think of it, and you had mine.”

I felt my breasts swell, my thighs strengthen, and my skin tighten.

“I wish Santa – what did you say his name was; Nicky? – I wish that Nicky remembers me in your place.” With a silent wish I flicked on the television, and looked over my shoulder at the picture of a smiling Santa Claus. “For that matter, I wish he looked a little more like George Clooney.”

I got up and pushed myself off of her.

“And now, Rache, honey, why don’t you head home to my apartment to wait for Stephen. I wish you good luck with that.”

She vanished, and I walked over to the cabinet to pour myself some more of that wine. After all, it was Christmas by now.

This is my first submisssion, so please let me know what you thought of it! Whether it’s naughty or nice – or both! Thanks so much for reading. Anna

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When Nicole finally recuperated from the powerful orgasm that Cindy had given her, she softly said to her Mom, as well as Marta and Cindy, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pee, it just happened and I couldn’t stop it from squirting out.” Kim gave Nicole a nice hug as Marta and Cindy looked on.

“Honey, you didn’t pee, what squirted out was your cum,” said Cindy, “and it tasted delicious. When you cum again like that, I’ll put a cup in front of your pussy, so when you squirt out, we can all have a taste of your tasty nectar. But remember, it doesn’t happen all the time. Did it feel good?”

“Oh, Like it felt fantastic. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a strong cum and it felt like it was going on and on. I sure hope that I can cum like that all the time.”

Marta spoke up and said, “it’s time to try some out-fits on, we don’t want Kitty to get upset for us taking too long. But before we try on the skirt and blouse, we’re going to try on these special thong panties that we designed especially for sexy girls like you two.”

The sales girls left as well as Kitty, with the girl Sandy. The young sales girls went back into the shop and Kitty took her friend into the back room. Kitty doesn’t miss an opportunity to have sex with another woman, that’s for sure.

The heavy drapes that closed off the section were I was standing and watching Kim and Nicole, was about three feet wide and in essence, was like a dark corridor. When the rest of them left, I noticed a nice comfortable bench like coach to the side and quietly pulled it to where I was standing. I figured that I might as well get comfortable while watching this live show in front of me. It was even wide enough for me stretch out on.

Marta put the panty on Nicole while Cindy put one on Kim. They were black and actually they seemed to fit like a mans jock-strap. Of course these were sexy like something you would see at a Victoria’s Secret store, or a Fredericks of Hollywood. However, these had a little, (match book size,) pack that was on the side of the waist band and it had a tiny wire sticking out of it. The front covered just the pussy, but it puffed out ever so slightly. I was confused and just wasn’t sure what was up, however, Kim and Nicole looked sexy as hell standing there with nothing on except these special sexy panties and their five inch shoes.

“Now girls, I want you to walk around a little.” Nicole and Kim did as Cindy directed and Marta watched the girls very closely. “Now,” Cindy said, how do they feel? Are they comfortable when you walk? Marta, check to see if they are fitting properly.”

Marta stuck a finger under Nicole’s panties in the area of where the upper portion of the inner pussy lips would be and just about where the clit was located. She ran her finger up and down Nicole’s slit several times and told Cindy that it just needed a slight adjustment as she kept working her fingers on Nicole’s clit. “That’s it,” Marta said, “it fits like a glove, but look at how wet she is.” as she showed Cindy her soaked finger. Then she did the same thing to Kim and after adjusting the fitting, she said to Cindy, “look, like Mother, like daughter,” indicating that Kim’s pussy was as wet as Nicole’s.

Just about then, one of the cute sales girls came back and asked if I minded if she watched with me. she said, “it’s quiet in the shop so it’s O.K. to be back here with you, if you don’t mind?” I told her that I didn’t. She said, “we never get any men back here, but I guess since your sister is such a good friend of Marta and Cindy, that’s why they didn’t mind.”

Then I asked her, “what kind of panty is that they just put on the girls? They said it was one of their own designs and they had to be fitted perfectly to each girl.”

“You’ll see in a minute.” she said, “but I want to ask you for a big favor, I hope you don’t get mad. I really got super horny watching your beautiful and sexy niece’s having sex, as well as watching you masturbating. My pussy really needs a hot cock. Would you mind if I sat on your cock as we watched the girls? I mean, like I just want to rock myself off while sitting on your cock and you won’t have to do anything. I know that when they walk around with these panties, you’ll really get turned on. Will it be O.K.?”

I told her that I just shot a load about fifteen minutes ago and right now I wasn’t hard enough for her to sit on my cock. She looked really sexy as she, (almost,) begged me for my cock She then told me that her boyfriend was about my age and told me that she knows how to get him hard in a few minutes. Lucky boyfriend

With that, she un-zippered my pants and pulled out my cock. She had my cock in her mouth and was certainly good at sucking cock, her mouth was like a wet vacuum pump.. I have to admit, but I wouldn’t tell Kitty, this girl knows how to get a cock stiff in a hurry, which she did. She quickly pushed my pants down to my ankles, along with my shorts, and then imbedded my cock to the hilt, into hot waiting cunt.

Kim Beylikdüzü escort and Nicole were parading around under the watchful eyes, I should also say, the lustful eyes, of Marta and Cindy. I’m glad this girl was sitting on my cock, just looking at Nicole was making my cock throb in it’s now warm shelter. Then I saw Marta pick up a small item. My mind was now starting to grasp what was about to happen when the girl on my lap said, “you’re going to really like this, but please don’t cum before me.”

Suddenly, Kim and Nicole almost froze in their tracks and Cindy told them to keep walking. As they started walking again, I could see that they were having some difficulty standing and their legs seemed unable to support them. The girl on my lap was rocking away on my cock and was really getting into it. Then I told her to stop or I would cum, and then asked her, “what is happening to Nicole and Kim? How come they are having trouble walking?”

The girl quickly explained to me. “The panties that they are wearing are special, they, (Marta and Cindy,) experimented with me when they were designing this and it’s fantastic. There is a small soft rubber suction tube that is activated by remote control. What the girls are feeling now is the suction tube pulsating as it vibrates and it feels like someone is sucking your clit as well as vibrating it, the feeling is awesome.” then she continued to rock on my cock.

Kim and Nicole were now slowly walking, as they were instructed, but they seemed to be humping the air. Marta and Cindy were watching them with a big grin when Nicole grabbed Kim and hugged her close. “Mom, I can’t walk any further.” as they were dry fucking each others pubes, grinding their cunts into one another as they were kissing. Just then, the girl on my let out a groan and I felt her cunt muscles clamp down on my cock. I didn’t cum. She slowly got up, bent over and sucked her juices off my, still throbbing, cock and said, “thank you, I have to go back to work now,” as she quickly left.

It was obvious that Kim and Nicole were about to cum, but Marta clicked her little transmitter and it stopped the action that was about to get the girls off. “No ladies, we don’t want you to cum know, we have to proceed with getting your out-fits together or Kitty will be upset with us.”

Cindy and Marta left the panties on Kim and Nicole and then they put a bra on both of them and then adjusted the fitting from the back. What they did for Kim and Nicole’s tits were nothing short of amazing. First of all, they were transparent, but what excited me was the opening for their nipples as well as the areolas surrounding the nipples. Some how the bras were putting pressure on the breasts and forcing the nipples along with the areolas, to pop out of the opening, the puffed up look of the nipples and the areolas was extremely sexy and sensual.

Kim and Nicole looked at themselves in the mirror, as if looking at me, and the expressions on their faces was of sheer delight. Nicole looked at Kim and said, “look Mom, my nipples are sexy just like yours. Look how they are poking through and how puffy they are? They feel so hot and excited.” Nicole was ecstatic over the new look.

Kim agreed with Nicole and told her that she felt the same was as Nicole. Then Marta interrupted the girls and said, “we are so pleased that both of you like your panties and bras, but now we must continue dressing you because we are sure that Kitty will be back any minute now and we want you to be all dressed for her inspection.”

The girls were now being fitted with blouses, these were very sheer, black see thru, and very sexy. Again they looked at themselves in the mirror and their expressions indicated how pleased they were with how they looked. Then came the skirts. Obviously, to go with the blouse in an appropriate way, they were micro mini wrap around that didn’t go more than three inches below their butts, just a t the slightest leaning, their butts would be totally exposed. The ones that they had on were red but I think that they were also going to get the blouses as well as the skirts, in a combination of different colors.

Nicole and Kim were admiring themselves and flirting with one another as they looked in the mirror, or maybe it was narcissism, that would be interesting. Then Marta spoke, “ladies, I’m pleased that you’re admiring your selves, but I want you to start walking around as you would in a normal way. We want to see how you look before we call Kitty in.”

Kitty and her friend, Sandy, came back and joined me to see what was going on. I told here I was very pleased with the clothes that she had selected, and as she could see, the girls looked super sexy. That’s when Marta told the girls to walk around the room and that she was going to bring Kitty in for her approval.

“That’s my cue. Bob, my girlfriend would like a good fuck. She is BI and even though I got her off a couple of times, I think she needs to be fucked with a Beylikdüzü escort hard cock. I see yours is throbbing, it seems like her old man isn’t doing much for her.” Kitty was whispering this in my ear as Sandy was involved watching what the girls were doing in the dressing room. “Don’t say I said anything to you, just say you’re horny and let her see your cock.” Now you know why I’m so fond of my beautiful sister, she likes to share her girl friends with me. What a gal.

With that, Kitty left the room and now it was just Sandy and myself. We saw Kitty enter the dressing room where the girls were walking around the room. I looked over at Sandy and told her that if she would like to sit, there was room for two on the coach. She accepted and when she sat down, she then noticed my throbbing cock and my pants and shorts down around my ankles where the sales girl left them. That’s when she said, “oh, I see you have the same problem as I have.”

Marta and Cindy asked Kitty if she approved of the way that the girls looked. Kitty nodded her approval and told Nicole to keep walking. I saw kitty take the remote from Marta and as the girls were walking around. Kitty must have turned the vibrating panties on, as Nicole and Kim both started walking a little wobbly on their legs. Damn if this wasn’t an erotic sight, especially the look and their faces. Their tits very visible with their swollen nipples and areolas poking the front of their blouse and the way they were shaking from the stimulation to their clits. Oh fuck, I needed to fuck Sandy, like NOW.

I grabbed Sandy, (she was as aroused as I was and evidently knew exactly what was happening to the girls,) I told her to bend over so that I could fuck her doggie style. She willingly and quickly, leaned over as I directed my cock into her dripping cunt. Hell, Kitty had left this poor girl soaking wet. I don’t know who was fucking whom, but we both started pounding away. Kitty was right, Sandy was hot as a fire cracker.

Nicole and Kim were moaning as they were trying to walk, and when they stopped and held each other to give one another support, Kitty told them to keep walking. Then Kim Spoke out, “Ohhh aunt Kitty, I think I have to cum, will you please stop it or I’mm going to cum.”

Kitty told her to keep walking and instructed her not to cum without, (Kitty’s,) permission. Then Kitty looked at Nicole, who at this time was breathing very hard, and asked her, “and how are you doing, little pussy, do you feel like you have to cum now as well?” Nicole was breathing so hard that she didn’t answer but just nodded that she did. Kitty turned off the vibrator. The girls looked pained that Kitty wouldn’t let them cum, well not just yet.

Meanwhile, Sandy and I were pounding away like a couple young kids in the back seat of a car. Sandy didn’t have any problems cumming a couple of times, as I was pounding her hot box, but I was holding off so that I would cum with Nicole and Kim. Something that Kitty taught me a long time ago, when you think you’re on the verge of cumming, just back off and think of something else. Kitty would cum six to ten times before she would tell me that, “this is the big one,” and I knew I could cum with her.

I was looking at Kim and Nicole and they both looked as if they were in pain. “Please aunt Kitty, it hurts, can I please cum?”

“Of course you can cum, in fact, Kim can cum as well.” Kitty answered. I want both of you to sit on the bench and take off those sexy panties.” Nicole and Kim did as they were told and Kitty took the panties and sniffed each one separately, “oh, you naughty girls, you got your new panties all wet; then gave them to Cindy and Marta, they not only sniffed them, but licked the wet crotches as well.

Kitty looked at the girls, who were patiently waiting on the bench for Kitty give them the O.K. for them to cum. Kitty told Cindy and Marta, “they almost look like two sisters. With the same outfits on, Kim looks like she is no older than Nicole. Aren’t they the sexiest and prettiest sluts that you have ever seen?” Marta and Cindy nodded in agreement.

Then Kitty told Kim and Nicole, “I want you to lift up your skirts, we don’t want them to get all wet and wrinkled.” Kim and Nicole got their butts off the bench and put their skirts around their waist. “Now I want you to look at yourselves in the mirror as you finger fuck yourselves to an orgasm. I want you to take two fingers from one hand and push them in as far as you can. Do you feel that spongy area with little ridges almost under your clit, on top of your cunt, where I put my fingers when I masturbate you?” Kim and Nicole indicated that they had. “Now take a couple of fingers from your other hand and put it down on your clits.” Then Kitty told Cindy and Marta to open their blouses and stand behind them so that as the girls were masturbating, Marta and Cindy could be stimulating the puffy nipples that were, in this state of arousal, were really sticking out as well as very rigid.

This Escort Beylikdüzü was for our benefit, Sandy and me. She had them looking right into the mirror when she said to the girls, “you can now start, but I want you to start slowly and not try to rush to a quick orgasm. I also want you to open you eyes wide and look at yourselves in the mirror and tell yourselves how much you love that person you see, this is called narcissism. Now you may start, but one more thing; I want you to cum together, and I want you to tell me just before you cum, tell me that you’re ready to cum.”

What a sight and what a view. Nicole and Kim, unwittingly, were staring right at us as they were masturbating. It was like we were right in front of them. I wasn’t sure how long I could hold up without cumming, between the girls finger fucking lewdly in front of us, and Sandy letting out one moan after another, as she kept cumming, I wasn’t sure if I could hold on long enough.

Kim and Nicole were in rhythm with one another, they were gradually increasing the speed, or I should say, their desperation to cum. Marta and Cindy were twisting their,(Kim and Nicole’s,) nipples so hard, that the nipples and areolas were appearing to be more swollen than they had been. They were also kissing the girls on their shoulders and necks and nibbling on their ear lobes. Every couple of seconds, Marta, Cindy and Kitty would look into the mirror and smile at us, as if saying, “how do you like the show so far.”

Then Nicole’s eyes were starting to get that glassy look and she was having trouble controlling her body movements. She was humping her fingers as she was groaning. It was like a chain reaction, as Kim followed in the very same pattern. They both spoke, almost in unison, “aunt Kitty, I don’t think I can hold it any longer, I have to cum.”

Then Kitty told Marta and Cindy to quickly get on their knees in front of the girls. “Kim, Nicole, now I want you both to cum as hard as you can and let these wonderful ladies taste your cum. So as you start cumming, quickly pull your fingers out of your cunts so that Marta and Cindy can put their mouths on your pussy and taste all of your juices.”

They came with moans and groans. Marta had her mouth glued to Nicole’s pussy and Cindy did the same with Kim. At the same time, Sandy bucked so hard as we came together, I thought that her head was going to break the mirror. Then Sandy collapsed on me, trying desperately to catch her breath.

One of the most erotic sight was when Kim and Nicole looked at themselves as they were cumming, you don’t see anything more erotic than that.

Marta and Cindy got up off their knees, as Kim and Nicole were slumped over, seemingly in a state of exhaustion. Marta must have sucked every drop of cum out of Nicole’s cunt and appeared to still have a mouthful that she was savoring. She went over to Kitty and gave her an open mouth kiss, sharing Nicole’s nectar with Kitty. .

While Kitty was talking to the girls and getting everything wrapped up in the dressing room, Sandy was telling me that her husband is either out bowling, playing poker with his drinking buddies and he is either too tired to fuck her, or has no interest. Now this guy has to either be gay or has a girlfriend. Sandy told me she is twenty-six and if hubby fucks her more than two or three times in a month, he feels like a stud. So she told me that if I was interested in getting together for a fuck session, or if Kitty wanted to play, just give her a call. She gave me her phone number and said, “I’ll be waiting for your call. Thanks for the fuck, I really needed that.”

Marta asked Kitty if she wanted her to wrap up the new clothes and Kitty told her not the ones that the girls are wearing, she wanted to have the girls get use to wearing revealing clothes and looking sexy. Kitty wanted people around her to know that Nicole and Kim were her two sexy slave sluts. I have to say this, with their new outfits and high heels, they looked as sexy as hell, I would have wet dreams, dreaming of girls that looked like this.

On the way home, Kitty told Nicole to get in touch with her cute girlfriends and tell them that she is having a party in a couple of days and that she wants them to plan on staying over the night as well as the following day.

When we dropped them off, Kitty told them, “remember what I told you. No playing with each other or playing with yourselves. I don’t want either of you to do anything, and I mean anything, sexual. Tomorrow, Bob and I have some work to do so just relax and take it easy. Kim, get some snacks for all of us girls. Maybe we can have some pizza, but we don’t want to waste our time on just eating. Nicole, let me know as soon as you can and tell me how many girls that can make it, but no more than four. If you get four, that will be fine, but no less than three.”

Nicole told Kitty that she has one girlfriend that is really a super pretty girl, but she is kind of stiff and a little snooty. Kitty told he by all means, I want you to talk that girl into coming even if she says no. If any of their parents have a problem with a bunch of girls staying over, just tell them that your aunt is going to be with us at all times.

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I would like to tell you of an extraordinary episode in my life. It was a time of growth and transformation, a sort of rite of passage if you will, that began when I met an amazing woman named Claire just a few days after my 24th birthday. She lived on the same floor as me in an apartment building that also housed a big indoor swimming pool. It was there that we first met. She was then, by the way, 68 years old.

In spite of her age Claire looked marvelous. Indeed, I had her down for at least 10 years younger than she was. She was tall and full breasted with hips showing just a little middle age spread before merging down into a wonderful pair of long tapered legs.

Claire had an exotic, slightly Slavic caste to her features. She kept her hair trimmed short and colored it a subtle titian red. She also had the most expressive and sexiest blue eyes I’d ever seen. They fairly smoldered with sensuality while her full red lips more than complimented them. Her always-radiant smile showed even, well cared for teeth under a pair of high rosy cheekbones, all set in a complexion always flushed with health but also marked by age. What wrinkles she had though, were mostly laugh lines at the sides of her eyes and mouth. But to me they made her more attractive for the character and warmth they added to her already strong, confident looking face.

I was working out daily in the pool on my doctor’s advice. I had fractured my 5th lumbar vertebra in a nasty car accident and was living with a lot of pain. If I wanted to avoid surgery, my doctor said, then I’d better start working out.

Swimming was his suggested therapy once the bone healed and I went into the pool daily for a vigorous workout.

Claire swam regularly too and otherwise kept herself in very good shape, as was plain to see in the body contained in her one-piece dark blue swimsuit. Her posture was always perfect and her muscles finely toned. In spite of the odd wrinkle and bit of loose skin you would expect to see she was remarkably attractive and, quite literally, statuesque.

After sharing a few conversations after our workouts, something clicked between Claire and me. We found we had many similar interests and opinions, liked many of the same authors and even shared some of the same tastes in music. I was quite surprised to find myself relating so well to someone of her age.

There was also a spark between Claire and I to be sure, but given our age difference I thought the lust was all coming from me. I marveled at being so turned on by someone of her years but being young and naïve, I thought she might be offended if I said anything and I did not want to lose her friendship. I was in no way going to risk that just because my young hormones raged every time I saw her.

Right from the beginning I also found myself enamoured of Claire. It was not just her body either, as nice as that was. It was her whole being. She exuded a kind of sensuous charm almost effortlessly; in the way she carried herself, spoke, smiled and gently touched my shoulder or knee whenever we met, parted or whenever either of us said something funny or dramatic. Then there were her eyes. Making direct eye contact with Claire was deadly. You could feel her sexual energy penetrating the very fibre of your being as you gazed into those bedazzling baby-blues.

It wasn’t long before she was inviting me for breakfast after our swim. I would go to my apartment to change then join her in her suite down the hall. There we would alternate with the cooking and cleaning up and then spend a good hour or two together in warm and delightful conversation. I was off work on temporary disability while she, it turned out, was a retired high school history teacher. This happy state of affairs therefor allowed us then to spend as much time together as we wished.

Claire was quite motherly towards me when it came to my back pain, always ensuring my comfort and offering to help me with any heavy chore I had to do. Having someone fuss over me like that was a whole new experience for me. My own mother had been too ill with alcoholism and a host of related ailments to care much for me when I was growing up. I reveled in Claire’s kind attention to my needs. I even wondered for awhile what life would have been like had she been my mother instead.

Claire and I occasionally went out together for dinner or a concert as well as frequent walks in the nearby park. We had become fast friends and felt totally at ease in each other’s company, that is if you discount the steamy sexual tension that always existed between us, and that forbidden, almost shameful lust that plagued me during every one of our encounters. Claire was not old enough to be my mother; she had one year on my paternal grandmother! Nevertheless, I loved being in her company but felt confused and guilty sometimes too.

Almost from the beginning Claire steered many of our conversation towards sexual matters, which used to drive me crazy. She had bursa escort been married briefly when young but had stayed single the rest of her life. Her eyes would then go big and round as she told me details of her past relationships and explained how strong her sexual nature was compared to that of most of her lovers. She was never explicit. She only hinted at the naughty bits but that served only to make her stories more tantalizing. She appeared to have experienced a very full and active sex-life and was certainly not shy about sharing it. As God is my witness, I never twigged to the fact that she was actually trying to seduce me. I almost kick myself now when I think back on it.

I was so taken with Claire’s sexual confidences, though, that one morning I confessed to her my experiments with homosexuality during college, something I thought I’d never reveal to anyone. They were very hot little affairs but I was deeply ashamed of them.

“Oh my!” she exclaimed, “That is so wonderful, that you were not afraid to try out that side of your sexuality. So many men are so touchy around that subject,” she said placing a hand gently on my knee. “How refreshing!”

I looked into her eyes at that moment and saw her warmth and sincerity. Instantly that core of shame I had inflicted on myself those past several years vanished! My experiments on the gay side of life were okay and so was I. In having shared them with someone I loved and admired I was now free to own them. Claire had said so and accepted me for exactly who I was and even praised me for something I thought was meant to be kept a dirty dark secret forever. I told her as much and thanked her.

“Oh, no bother. I am quite bi-sexual myself,” she disclosed, much to my astonishment. “In fact, I had a woman lover for many years, a fellow teacher I met shortly after my divorce. I am so glad you understand and that I can tell you about her!” which she proceeded to do. Claire’s love affair with this woman sounded like a very warm and passionate relationship that only ended with the woman’s tragic death from cancer a few years before. “I have not been with anyone since,” she concluded.

This sharing between us only served to deepen our bond and to stoke our smoldering passion for each other. Claire cried when she related the story of her lover’s death, and how she’d cradled her in her arms as she drifted into oblivion. More than anything I wanted to reach out and hold her at that moment, but I dared not. I held back, fearing to offend her, that my “lechery” would be discovered.

Eventually of course, our passion for each other was bound to break through our best efforts to hide it. Our feelings for each other finally became stronger than our mutual fears of being rejected. Claire, it turns out, was as scared as I. A 44 year age difference after all, does give one cause for caution.

Naturally enough it began over breakfast. We had both completed our laps of the pool in better than average time and we felt truly proud of ourselves. We even high-fived when I left her at her door and continued on to my place. When I came back for breakfast I had changed into a pair of white tennis shorts and a matching polo shirt. I was still pumped up after our swim.

Claire, I noticed upon entering, had on a thin cream colored cotton blouse and a denim skirt. I also rather quickly spotted that today she was not wearing a bra. In fact, I could now and then make out through the thin fabric of her top the darker shades of her large nipples, especially when they were erect, as they all too frequently were. Then, and not for the first time in her company, I got an instant hard on.

I’m pumped up all right, I thought miserably, glancing down at myself. Wearing only shorts my erection was very hard to miss so I tried to hide it by sitting close up to Claire’s kitchen table. I fought with both lust and embarrassment as I continued to catch glimpses of two large succulent pink nipples through her top and felt my rock hard cock throbbing with unrequited desire. I fervently hoped against hope that she wouldn’t notice me staring or somehow spot my aching hard-on. I was out of luck on both counts.

“Would you like some more coffee?” she asked me smiling, bringing my gaze instantly from her chest to her face. A wicked little grin appeared there. Busted! She’d caught me looking – damn! I knew it and she knew it.

I immediately turned bright red and mumbled a yes please while madly wishing I could curl up somewhere and just disappear. Moments later she was at my side pouring coffee and, as I turned to allow her access to my cup, she saw it. Old Roger, my John Thomas, had made his presence known. My tennis shorts made me look like a ship of the line in full sail. I was mortified! Then it was her turn to blush bright red as I frantically tried to cover myself with my hands.

“Oh God Claire, I’m sorry!” I whined wondering just how the HELL I was going to get out of this one. “Please don’t be offended!” bursa escort bayan I begged her. Claire stood frozen for an instant, one hand flat against her cheek as she stared in astonishment at my rampant cockstand. Finally, putting down the coffee carafe, she looked directly at me.

“Offended!” Claire laughed. “My dear Tom, that is the nicest compliment I’ve received in years!”

I couldn’t help it. I broke out laughing and Claire joined in. The tension was broken but clearly the moment had yet to resolve itself.

“I’m so glad you feel that way,” I told her as our laughter receded. “I – I’ve been very attracted to you since we first met and I just didn’t, uh, well, think that you…”

“…Could possibly be interested in a witty, handsome and charming young man like you?” she finished for me, with a chuckle. “Nooo, of course not!” she drolled mockingly. “Tom, I’m very attracted to you too. But I’ve been so afraid our age difference would… that you would find me… well, too old and wrinkled and not at all the sort of girl a young fellow like yourself would ever want! Surely you must have dozens of girls your age after you.”

“No, Claire! No one’s chasing me!” I exclaimed. “That’s how I was feeling! I mean, uh, that you’d think I was way too young for you. Oh Claire, no! No never!”

S-So, does that mean–you do? Uh, want me I mean?” she asked tentatively.

Claire’s nervousness took me completely by surprise. Here all this time she’d been feeling just as anxious and scared as I was and I never picked up on it! Of course she would be scared, I realized. I felt like a complete, self-centered jerk.

Claire’s question still hung there between us, as if suspended by a single strand of hair like the sword of Damocles. I looked into her anxious eyes as I contemplated my answer, knowing full well that I wanted her more than any woman I’d ever met in my young life.

“Of course I do,” I said simply. “As if you can’t tell!” I said looking down at myself in full display, ‘three shorts to the wind’, if you will.

“Come here then,” she said, taking me by the hand and stepping back to make room for me to stand. “Closer” she whispered as I stood up. We looked briefly into each other’s eyes then brought our lips together for our very first kiss.

The feeling of finally holding and kissing this woman, the object of my feverish desire lo these many weeks, was electrifying. Gently I wrapped my arms around her as our lips met and parted and our tongues began their slippery dance around each other. Her lips were so full and soft against mine that I gently bit down on each one as if to test their lush reality. I stayed glued to them for what seemed like hours. Our mouths remained wide open to each other as our tongues probed and tangled erotically together. Finally we broke apart and stared at each other with astonished passion in our eyes. Then she moved her hand down and began slowly stroking my turgid cock through my shorts.

“Oh my God!” she sighed still looking into my eyes as she now gripped my cock in her hand. “Then, is this all for me?” she said with big round expectant eyes. I thought my poor prick would burst from the pressure if she stroked me any more. I had never had an erection like this one!

“Every inch and more,” I panted. “You just don’t know how badly I’ve wanted you to have it!” I groaned as her touch continued.

Then, in fulfillment of any number of lustful masturbation fantasies, I reached out and cupped both her big pillowy breasts in my hands. Her nipples were as hard as little rocks against my palms. I reveled in their feel and wanted desperately to suck them into my eager mouth. “Are these for me, then?” I asked her as I watched her eyes close and her head roll back. Claire moaned softly as my hands continued to gently squeeze her soft titties.

“Oh that feels good Tom,” she whispered to me. “It’s been so long…” She took both my hands in hers, pressed them briefly into her chest, then started moving backwards. “This way Tom, into my bedroom. Right now!” she ordered.

I followed her instructions eagerly. Once inside she sat at the foot of a plush queen size bed that was covered by a fantastically pretty duvet that had bouquets of pastel shaded wildflowers printed on it. White lace curtains adorned her bay window while her dark oak furniture blended superbly into her beige patterned wallpaper. Like Claire herself, the room was elegant and classy.

“Stand there for a moment,” she instructed me as she started to unbutton her blouse. “I saw you staring at these so I want to give you a good look.” So saying she let the thin cotton garment fall open and slide off her shoulders. Cupping a breast in each hand she held them up to me. “Do you like my titties?” she asked with a little grin.

“Claire, I’ve died and gone to heaven. They are magnificent!” I said in all sincerity. Her breasts were big and beautiful with only a slight sag betraying their age. Her dark pink nipples escort bursa were huge with elongated tips that stood proud of her aureoles by a good inch. My mouth fairly watered in anticipation of having them between my lips. I moved to touch them but Claire stopped me.

“Is there something wrong?” I asked her. Oh no, is she backing away now? I shuddered in a moment of internal panic.

“No, no Tom!” she answered “ I just want a chance to look at you as well. Get undressed for me love, and let’s see that big monster between your legs!” she laughed. In a flash I stood before her naked, my pulsating cock standing fully upright against my belly. I loved her casual playfulness. Sex for me had always been so full of Sturm und Drang with women my own age.

“Sweet Lord!” she cried. “You’re huge! And it’s so beautiful! Oh my!” she exclaimed as she lightly grasped my rigid ‘monster’ in her hand. “Let me just play with it awhile,” she requested.

Claire reached out with her other hand and gently began stroking my balls. Meanwhile her other continued running up and down the length of me, stroking my throbbing prick slowly and lightly, savoring its feel.

“It’s yours to have and to hold for as long as you like, Claire. My God, I don’t believe this is happening!” I said in amazement. “ I’ve had you in a thousand fantasies and now you’re here with me and it’s really happening? Hey, you can play with him forever. I think he likes you!” I laughed to her.

“Hmmmm…” she purred. “I like him too! The skin is so soft yet you are so hard underneath it. An iron cock in a velvet glove!” she giggled. “And the head! Such a wonderful big hat he wears!” she cooed at my circumcised glans.

Claire was thoroughly enjoying herself and I delighted in being able to give her such pleasure. So did my cock, which was coming way too close to cumming!

“Stop a minute honey. Please. I don’t want to cum yet,” I said, staying her hand for a minute. “Besides, I want to see the rest of you too!”

I stepped back as Claire rose slowly from the bed. Undoing a clasp and running down a zipper at her side, she let her knee length denim skirt fall to the floor. She was completely naked underneath.

“No panties,” she giggled. “I kind of had my hopes up about today.”

“So I see! Claire, you look incredible!” I said with complete sincerity. She blushed at my compliment and held a hand to her face.

As she stood there I took in her whole visage, from her beautiful, expressive face down to her heavy breasts, her flat stomach with just the hint of a matronly roll, to her neatly trimmed patch of dark pussy fur with the fold of her pink labial lips just poking through. Her long sinuous legs were held together at the knees almost coyly. I moved towards her, then placing my hands lightly on her shoulders I looked directly into her sparkling blue eyes.

“I think I’m in love with you Claire,” I said to her with a smile. “I never thought this moment would come and now that it’s here I never want it to end.” I embraced her warmly, relishing the feel of her nakedness against my own.

“Hush now, baby,” Claire whispered into my ear. “Let’s take it slow and easy. One day, one thing at a time. Right now we need to fuck our brains out!” she laughed, hugging me tightly.

Mildly shocked and titillated at her profanity I attempted to lift her off her feet only to have my back remind me that I wasn’t quite healed yet. “Ow!” I cried. Claire jumped out of my arms.

“Oh baby, are you alright? You shouldn’t try to lift an old cow like me in your condition!” she admonished.

“Some cow,” I replied with a chuckle. “But you’re right. I need to be more careful.”

“Lie down!” Claire ordered me, taking charge of the proceedings. I moved to the side of her bed and lay down on my back. She quickly joined me lying on her side beside me. “You let me do all the work for now,” she said gently but firmly.

Being pampered was a totally new experience for me. It seems my back injury had at least one positive aspect! Until this time I had just assumed men did most of the work while their partners simply accepted what was given. The only time that had changed for me was with my two male lovers and even then I usually had to take most of the initiative. With Claire I was learning what making love was truly all about.

Claire began with a long passionate kiss, then licked and nipped her way down my throat to play magical little games with my nipples using only her teeth and tongue. This was something I had never experienced before. It was enchantingly pleasant. She next looked up into my eyes and, with an evil little grin, grabbed my cock and began kissing her way down to it, pausing excruciatingly long at my navel. Finally she raised her head, moved near the foot of the bed, looked me straight in the eye and lowered her mouth onto my waiting phallus.

Claire moved her mouth up and down my cock rapidly, sending bolts of ecstasy through me with each in and out movement. Then she paused, looked up at me and asked “Do you like it?” My groan was all the encouragement she needed. She plunged back to work as the first body wracking shivers of an immense orgasm began.

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My momma knew real early on that I was going to be a lot more than she could handle. Her solution was to ship me off to an all-girls boarding school- as if nothing bad could ever happen THERE…

I thrived there in so many ways, and by the time I had graduated and was going through my choices of colleges, I figured I already had myself a degree-level education in eating pussy and riding cock.

My first two years of college had their share of adventures, but in my junior year I found a soulmate in my new roommate, and things really took off. Charley had never so much as sniffed a wet cunt before I met her, but she brought me off like nobody else ever had the very first night we roomed together. We were lascivious, voracious and inexhaustible- we habitually shared any and all of our conquests we could drag back to the room- male, female or somewhere in between, and, with one memorable exception, always to the delight of the lucky third party. If I had been a master at cock-sucking before, Charley’s patient tutelage brought me to the level of artistry.

We both hated labels- especially when applied to us- and decided that we weren’t hetero, lesbian or bi-sexual: we were simply purely sexual.

At the end of our junior year, her family invited me to accompany them on a summer trip to Orlando- a celebration of her younger brother Robbie’s graduation from High School, and I eagerly accepted.

We stayed at a semi-luxury resort hotel just outside of Mouseland, with non-stop shuttles running to and from the various theme-parks and attractions in the area. Her family had 2 separate suites, each with a pair of king-sized beds, joined by a center common area with a pull-out sofa, which is where Charley and I were designated to sleep. Her extended family consisted of an older sister and her husband, who had a couple of roughly 10 year old kids that worshipped both Charley and Robbie, and by extension me.

Robbie and his high-school buddy Tony also stayed with them in suite to the right of the common area. In the left-hand suite, Charley’s mom and step-father Bill shared a room with Bill’s brother Todd and his wife Gina, along with a couple of Gina’s kids from a previous marriage- a pair of spoiled rotten young pre-teen monsters.

So the sleeping arrangements were pretty tight.

Charley could tell right away that I was sizing Todd up. He was quite a few years younger than his brother- Charley’s step-dad was going to celebrate his 49th birthday during the trip- and Todd had a sort of rugged masculine quality to him. He had a certain mischievous twinkle in his eye when we were introduced that made me purr. For some reason the fact that I instantly disliked his wife Tina- which was certainly a shared response- only made me take another long glance at him.

“If you just have to fuck Todd, at least try and keep it on the down-low, huh?” Charley whispered to me a little while later- proof positive that we were always on the same wavelength, and I giggled. I figured Todd to be mid-to late 3o’s or so- nearly twice my age. He was pretty well-kept though, and funny and charming no matter if he was talking to the hotel staff in the lobby or the kids. I had dabbled with older men- and women- a time or two, and they had their uses, but as a rule I generally preferred younger, more energetic lovers.

The first few days of the trip everyone was sort of going their own ways, doing the theme park thing, and even though there were all kinds of beautiful people all about, Charley’s mom usually had us scheduled to meet somewhere or watch the kids, or something, so to our mutual amazement we weren’t able to get laid. Other than a few quick kisses, ass-pats and the occasional subtle grope with fellow tourists, we didn’t get to do more than flirt and tease a little, exchanging a few phone numbers but bringing nothing to a conclusion. So by the fourth day Charley and I decided we would circle back to the hotel early in the day and pick up something to fuck around the hotel if we could. At the very least we could get more done than just the quiet stroking of each other we were limited to on the sofa bed.

We hit the hotel pool in our bikinis and to our dismay found Robbie and Tony there. “What the fuck?” Charley asked her little brother. “How come you two aren’t out chasing down some pussy?”

Her topkapı escort brother’s jaw dropped to the ground, but his friend Tony just grinned. “Maybe that’s exactly what we’re doing.” He said smugly as his eyes travelled up and down our bodies.

Charley glanced at me briefly and we knew exactly what each other was thinking. “So Robbie,” she asked. “Have you ever been with a girl before?”

He flushed. He shared her shock of honey-blonde hair and light brown, almost golden eyes, and had the body of an athlete. He recovered quickly and angrily said. “C’mon, Sis- I’m eighteen years old. You had fucked half the football team by this age.”

She laughed. “Only the ones I wanted. I liked the baseball team better,” She stepped close in to Tony and dragged a slow finger down his muscled chest. His confident grin grew, and she winked at me.

I moved in to wrap my arms around Robbie’s neck. I stared deeply into those almost familiar eyes as I slipped an ankle around his right calf, rubbing lightly. “Well, I think we have the makings of a decent morning ahead of us. What do you all think?”

Within seconds we were heading for the hotel room. By unspoken agreement Robbie and I headed towards the left-hand room while Charley and Tony went into the other. I wondered idly how far Charley was going to be willing to take this: I didn’t have any siblings of my own, but thought that if I had one as hot as Robbie was I’d probably be eager to fuck him- but for the first time since I met her I wasn’t sure.

But just the notion of watching her with her brother was enough to make me leave our door open. I was a slightly disappointed to note that the opposite door was closed, though.

I pushed Robbie over to the bed near the window and expertly yanked down his swimsuit in one motion. Like a typical eighteen year old boys in my experience, his cock was nearly always at least semi-hard, and it bounced seductively

“Hey!” He began, and I clamped my mouth over his as I took his shaft in my hand, my other hand tracing a path up his lightly furred stomach up toward his delicious pecs. He was fully hard in seconds, and I shoved him back to a sitting position on the bed, sliding to my knees.

He had a nice cock with a very definite right-hand bend in it. I slipped it into my warm mouth and he groaned. I rammed my head back and forth, taking him balls-deep, and on my third stroke he made a half-choking sound and spurted deep into my throat. I had half-expected this technique to have this effect on a youngster, and when he started to protest in something like embarrassment I lifted a finger up to his lips to silence him, never taking my mouth off his meat as I sucked him dry.

I chuckled as I finally pulled my lips off his pole, having worked him clean: the best thing about 18 year olds was that they got hard again so fast it hardly mattered, and he was already stiffening again. I stood up and pulled his head to my chest. He took the hint and slipped my bikini top off and began paying homage to my left tit.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening froze us in our tracks. We stared at each other in horror, and then both dove simultaneously for the far side of the bed. There were only a couple of feet between the edge of the bed and the window and air conditioner unit, so we were piled on top of each other. The shades were drawn all the way against the bright Florida sun, and we hadn’t turned on a single light, so we were in a very dark corner of the room.

The beds were made, so it wasn’t room service. I poked my head up over the edge of the bed, and saw that it was Todd. He paused to turn on the TV in the common room, setting it to ESPN, then entered the room Robbie and I were in, peeling off his shirt as he entered. He turned left towards the bathroom and slid his shorts off. I gasped as I caught just a glimpse of a long, thick cylinder of meat dangling down, then he was around the corner and the shower started up.

“Who is it?” Robbie hissed. He was trapped beneath me and seemingly too afraid to stick his head up- probably for fear of seeing his mother standing there, I figured.

The front door opened again- I realized that Todd had left it unlocked with the night-latch blocking it from closing all the way. I could see through the wedge of the door that a tall late-middle fatih escort aged platinum blonde entered somewhat timidly, looking around carefully. She apparently heard the shower going and a wide smile crossed her face. She was dressed in a yellow and white sundress, and she reached up to untie it as she padded into our room headed for the shower. Her massive tits sprang free just as she rounded the corner: store-bought, I thought immediately- they were far too perfect and upright even for a young woman. I wasn’t philosophically opposed to plastic surgery, and she obviously paid a lot of attention to keeping the rest of her body looking young, so more power to her, I figured.

Robbie was struggling to get up, but after only a moments hesitation I pushed him back down with a shush. I wondered if Charley was even aware other people had come in, but I figured it was just another thing, and could get really good.

I heard low laughter coming from the direction of the shower, and I quickly half rose. “Lay down.” I hissed to Robbie.

“What? We have to get out of here- what if we get found out?”

“This might be your only chance to get laid, knuckle-head.” I pointed out as I reached down to twist at his cock. That won the argument hands down.

He was rock-hard in seconds, and I squatted down over him and mounted him, facing away from him so I could have a better view of the rest of the room. He moaned- I was wetter than hell and sank down to the root in one easy slide. I held him there and keggled for a second, then slowly rose up off him. I was grateful that he had just come- this fuck would last.

I began a nice languorous pace- ignoring Robbie’s efforts to speed it up. I saw Charley and Tony sneak out quietly- she threw a glance our way but I was sure she couldn’t see me in the dark.

As we fucked, I reached out and gathered my purse close. I had to keep reminding Robbie to be quiet, then the shower stopped, and I heard the woman speak in a deep, throaty voice. They dried off for a moment, then she came leading him out with a hand around a hard on so huge that I felt myself flutter around Robbie’s own length.

I had made my preparations, and my phone was recording the whole scene, the light from its back screen carefully covered by a fold in the sheets. Todd’s cock was truly massive, like something out of a porno movie. The woman pushed him to a seat on the other bed much like I had just done for Robbie a few minutes before. I thought “wtf- they aint going to fuck?” Had Todd already worn out her pussy in such a short time or something? Why in world would she not want to ride that monster?

But for whatever reason, she instead knelt between his legs and brought that tool to her mouth. And she wasn’t even much of a man-eater, I judged: she could only barely handle the huge knob of his cock, and as a maestro I was almost offended that she had the gall to bob back and forth on it like she was deep-throating him or something. But her hand was furiously pumping up and down the shaft, and that had to be better than a kick in the face. I watched Todd’s face- he seemed to share my lack of awe, but seemed appreciative of her efforts. I reflected that maybe he had become been used to such sub-standard treatment- I wondered if a lot of women were intimidated by that thing between his legs or something…

As for me, it just made me that much hornier. I began grinding hard down on Robbie, in circular and figure-eight patterns, using all my favorite belly-dancer moves and milking at his pole with my cunt muscles. I thought this varied attack might drive him over the edge, but was pleasantly surprised to find that he stuck a wet finger up against my tight asshole. I rewarded his initiative and stamina by reaching down and cupping his balls, and he worked his way inside me as I began gently kneading his nutsack.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” I thought as he began thrusting in and out of my ass, but my eyes were drawn again over to Todd as he stood up and moved the woman to lie back on the bed. He darted over to the counter by the sink quickly and then poured some sort of lotion onto her tits, throwing the bottle to the side and lubing up her mounds before straddling her torso. She squeezed her massive orbs together to accommodate him, and he began pumping. For the first time eyüp escort I was a little jealous of those melons: my tits weren’t quite big enough to give a first rate tit-fuck. I felt a little better as I was again able to critique the blonde- on the upstroke, Todd’s knob easily came into reach of her mouth, and she could have added to his pleasure, but instead she ignored it, throwing her head back and forth in what I judged was false ecstasy instead.

Before too long Todd spewed all over the blondes tits and face, and it was enough to make me cum as well, one of those beautiful ten-second orgasms that make life worth living. Robbie felt it and responded, pumping upwards furiously into me with his cock and simultaneously working a second finger into my asshole

I kept it quiet somehow throughought it, silently riding Robbie as Todd toweled off the woman in a gentlemanly manner, his softening cock glistening and bobbing enticingly with his every motion.

They said something too low for me to catch, then she quickly donned her sundress, kissed him briefly and headed out the door. Todd shrugged and headed back into the shower, and I thought he was probably less than fully thrilled by the encounter. “I would do you much better than that tramp.” I promised him silently. I was half-way ready to dismount from Robbie and head into the shower right there, but a burst of common sense stopped me: that probably wouldn’t go so well. Besides, I had a plan to get me some of that.

Todd’s shower was very brief, and he came out fully clothed and left the room immediately. I leapt up off of Robbie and onto the bed, spreading my legs wide.

“Get up here, stud!” I said. “You deserve a reward!”

I meant for him to plunge his cock inside me, but was surprised to find that he dove eagerly face-first towards my pussy. He was pretty good- alternating between worshiping my clit, laving my cunt lips and lapping at my gash. Not in his sisters class, I judged, but then very few were. I grabbed his shoulder and pulled, and was again pleasantly surprised to find that he knew what I meant, and he twisted his body up into a 69 position. Maybe there was a little of that shared wavelength thing that I had going on with Charley here…

I love 69- with either a male or female, it’s my very favorite thing. I prefer it leisurely and slow, but it suddenly occurred to me that we probably ought to make this quick- we were already pushing our luck being in the family rooms so long.

So I gobbled him up and began humming some old Donna Summers stuff that I had discovered on U-tube, and made my own digital explorations of his ass hole, and soon enough I was rewarded with a quickening and tensing that I recognized as the signs of an imminent explosion.

I pulled off his cock quickly. “Come in my pussy, Robbie.” I panted.

He obliging removed himself and his cock was almost instantly deep inside me. Within a few quick thrusts, he was shooting jet after jet of hot jizm deep inside me, and I came yet again.

He shuddered as he collapsed on top of me, and I reached up to kiss him deeply. “We’ll have to do this again real soon.” I whispered huskily. “But right now we better get the hell out of here.”

We went out to the pool again, to find Charley and Tony nervously waiting for us. “Did you get busted?” Tony blurted, but Charley could see from my smile that things had progressed nicely.

As the boys dove into the water to cool off, we set on the side of the pool, legs dangling in the water. “So?” Charley asked.

I smiled. “Your little bro has a whole ton of potential.” I noted. “How was Tony?”

She grinned back. “He has a great cock. A little short, but nice and fat. We had hardly started fucking when someone came in, so I had to finish him off with a quick blow job in the public restroom in the lobby. So who was it, and how did you not get caught?”

In answer, I pulled out my phone and showed her the video, and I could see it had the same effect on her as it had on me.

“You know, I have a twat-full of your brothers come inside me right now.” I mentioned casually. “Care to help a girl get cleaned out?”

I knew that look in her eyes, but I could see the dilemma too. She wasn’t past this whole incest thing yet, and I wasn’t ready to push it, so I dove into the water. I turned and splashed her playfully. “We’ll talk about this later.” I promised.

She laughed and dove in after me, seeking to dunk me. As we wrestled in the water, my mind was wrestling with my plans for the rest of the trip…

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