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“Fuck me dammit! Fuck me!”

Justin always got a better hardon whenever Trish actually said the words aloud and she knew it. She had been saving the words for a special occasion but tonight she just could not wait any longer. There was nothing particularly special about the evening in question however. Trish just really wanted to be fucked as hard as humanly possible.

Right now, Justin had her bent over the back of the sofa, taking her ‘doggie style’; his rock hard eight-inch prick pounding ferociously into her increasingly wet snatch. Her lavender panties were still looped around her right ankle, half covering one of her white stiletto heels. The sheer white silk stockings that climbed halfway up her long legs to mid-thigh went well with the very tight-fitting lavender dress that was now pulled up to Trish’s waist.

A necklace of fake pearls hung from Trish’s neck. It bounced around along with her long, strait dishwater blonde hair as Justin continued to pound her, his intensity mounting with every thrust

“Y…YES!” Trish yelled ecstatically between bouts of clenching her teeth. “Oh, God, Yes!”

Justin’s balls slapped loudly against her ass cheeks, which bounced around like Jell-O despite their firmness. He loved to watch that fine ass of hers while his cock slid in and out of her hot pussy. One hand on each of her hips, Justin quite willingly gave Trish the hard fucking she demanded.

Justin’s Khaki shorts were at his ankles and he was still in his black socks. He had at least managed to kick off his shoes while Trish had feverishly unbuttoned his shirt. Her patience had ended there and she had succumbed to her carnal fire and practically ripped his shorts to his knees, barely taking enough time to undo his belt buckle. She had then slurped his already stiffening rod entirely into her mouth and had deep-throated him just long enough that his eyes had begun to roll back into his head. She had then stood up and presented her still panty-clad ass to him with a lick of her succulent red lips.

Reaching behind her, Trish dug her long polished nails into Justin’s upper leg, looking over her shoulder at him as she did so.

“Fuck me!” She yelled again. “MmmmmmmmMMM!”

Justin’s pace immediately intensified again to Trish’s amazement and delight. She could see beads of sweat fly off his forehead beneath his thick, wavy brown hair. The sound of his labored breathing absolutely drove her mad as he so obediently serviced her raging desire.

“Uunnnnnnn!” She moaned loudly through clenched teeth, the fire of her impending orgasm building up quickly now. Her right leg was beginning to tremble. Justin was reaching around the front of her now. He was squeezing one nipple firmly through her tight fitting dress. Oh God, she was gonna come! God, how he fucked her good!

Trish’s finger went to her clit, twiddling and twirling, matching the rhythm of Justin’s glorious fucking. She was there! Oh God she was there!

Justin grabbed a handful of Trish’s hair, yanking her head back as he thrust his meat even harder into Trish. Faster and harder, Beylikdüzü escort he pounded her. Her whole body rocked with the force of his thrusts.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” Trish screamed. Her pussy convulsing around Justin’s prick in orgasm. The neighbors were gonna hear again but she didn’t give a shit. Just the thought of them knowing got her off even more. “Yes! Oh! God Yes! Ahhh!! Ahh! Ahh!!! MMnnnnn!! Ahhhhh!!!”

Justin was close too. Trish could feel his intensity rising toward payload. His cock had that extra little bit of stiffness. His thrusts had gotten tremendously deep as they always did just before he shot.

“Cum on my ass!” She yelled back at Justin, not pulling off his cock but leaving it up to him to pick the moment. Licking her lips, coaxing him on, she watched over her shoulder while he pounded against her, building quickly toward orgasm.

“Ahhh-AHH!!” Justin gasped loudly, withdrawing his twitching cock into his hand. His muscular ass cheeks continued to contract as he let loose his steaming wad of cum on Trish’s sweet ass. Another bigger wad followed, landing somewhere near the small of her back followed by several droplets that sprayed in all directions, some actually finding a resting spot on Trish’s body. Two more convulsing twitches of his cock produced strings of cum that nicely adorned her right ass cheek before his pulsating purple tool throbbed out the last ounces of jizz from his balls to seep slowly down his prick and trickle into Trish’s ass-crack.

“Nnnnnnnn-Mnnnnn!” He groaned as he gave his prick a couple of quick, whipping stokes, freeing a few droplets of cum from inside his dickhead to fly where they may.

“Mmmmmmmm” Moaned Trish, passionately, the tip of her tongue touching her upper lip as she gyrated her ass, grinding against the underside of Justin’s still hard prick. “I just love your hot cum on my ass.”

She was still randy as hell and the feel of Justin’s warm, sticky jizz on her backside only served to intensify her desire. The smell of him was driving her nuts; his salty, pheromone rich sweat, polo cologne and the musky smell of his still warm spunk. She had to have more.

Trish stood up and peeled the skintight dress she was wearing slowly up over her head. The tantalizing way that she shook her hips around was not for Justin’s sake only. She found herself unable to stand still from the fiery itch of desire that burned between her legs.

Justin licked his lips as Trish exposed her wonderful tits. They were a bit smaller than average perhaps, but perfect in shape with pert nipples that just happened to be quite erect at this particular moment. Her tits were the real things too. Not that Justin gave a fuck. He would have liked them just as much if they were implants. What mattered now was how damn good they felt against his chest as Trish pressed them against him while sucking hard on the lower part of his neck.

Justin inhaled excitedly as Trish’s teeth dug into his neck just a little. His cock twitched against her belly, as she wiggled in his arms, no doubt, leaving a gob of jizz on Beylikdüzü escort her lower torso. Somehow, he knew Trish wouldn’t mind.

Trish allowed Justin one lengthy french kiss before pushing his ass down onto the couch. She was immediately on her knees and crawling enticingly toward his cum-slicked shaft.

Still looking Justin in the eyes, Trish took his cock lightly in her right hand near the base of it and cupped her left hand under his ball-sack before licking her way up the under side of his hard dick, all the way to it’s pulsing helmet in one long, slow lick.

Justin simply threw his head back and groaned, shutting his eyes. There was nothing else to say about it. When he looked down again at her she had his prick in her mouth nearly to the base and was sucking on it like there was no tomorrow.

Aware that she was being watched, Trish sucked hard on Justin’s dick, both of her hands around the base of the shaft, then pulled her mouth off it with a loud popping ‘smack’. She then began circling the head of it with her tongue, now and then sticking the tip of it in his pee-hole.

“Mmmm.” Trish said, licking her lips. Her hands continued to stroke him while she talked. “Your cock taste so good.” She gave him a couple of long, deep strokes with her mouth to illustrate the point.

“Yea baby,” Justin told her in response. “Suck on that cock. Mmmm.”

“Mmmm, yes,” She said after bobbing her head up and down on it a few more times. “I love to suck your cock, baby.”

Justin watched her ass over the top of her head as she continued suck his dick. Damn she had a wonderful ass! It moved in slow circles as her mouth slid up and down his length, rising and falling in rhythm to the amazing head she was giving him.

She was licking his balls now; one hand holding his dickhead while her thumb moved enticingly in circles around the rim of it. God, he loved that! Now she was kissing and sucking her way up the side of the shaft and sliding her open mouth up and down the length of it.

Trish put his cock back in her mouth again now and sucked feverishly, one hand stroking the base of the shaft while the other found its way to her clit. She felt Justin’s hand on the top of her head as he grabbed a handful of her hair. His hips had begun now to thrust in rhythm to her sucking. It was perfectly fine to Trish. She loved knowing how much he was getting off. It heightened her own arousal immensely and she could focus more on the raging fire in her clit while he satisfied her oral fixation.

“Fuck my face!” She told him, pulling away from his cock long enough for him to stand up. Her fingers continued working her clit, never missing a beat. She opened her mouth for him invitingly, her tongue out in anticipation. A couple seconds later Justin’s hard prick was again at her lips.

Taking her head in both hands, a fist full of hair in each, Justin fed the full length of his meat into Trish’s waiting mouth, sliding slowly over her tongue to the back of her throat. He gave an extra shove of his hips, getting all he could of his prick into Escort Beylikdüzü her mouth. He held it there for a few seconds to savor the feeling of his cock head in her throat and her lips clamped around the base of his shaft. He then started into a rhythm of face fucking very similar to what Trish had going a moment earlier.

Trish took full advantage of having both hands free and curled the finger of one hand up into her snatch while massaging her clit with the other. She wasn’t going to tip over, Justin was seeing to that. Nor did she need to worry about loosing her rhythm from the intensity of her own desire. She loved having his cock filling her mouth as she fingered her way to another orgasm. The only thing better she could think of would be to have another cock in her pussy at the same time. She would have to talk to Justin about arranging that later. For now, she was happily sated with having him fuck the daylights out of her, before or after feeding her his wonderfully thick man sausage.

She could taste his salty pre-cum now as she drew ever near to her own orgasm. She loved to have him shoot his wad down her throat but she needed to scream out her pleasure as she got off, so it wasn’t gonna work out that way this time. He was just gonna have to blast off into her open mouth while she came. Oh well that was fine, she liked that just as much and she knew Justin loved it.

As if reading her mind, Justin let go of Trish’s head with one hand but kept his grasp with the other. He slid his cock from her mouth and stroked it fervently an inch or less from her mouth, which was wide open with the ecstasy of her own fiery climax.

Trish urgently wanted to tell Justin how much she wanted his hot cum in her mouth but she was beyond speaking any intelligible words. All she could manage was “Oh!…Ahhh!…Ahhhhhh!” as her sopping pussy gushed its juice down the inside of her legs.

Justin yanked her head back as Trish writhed in ecstasy on her knees in front of him. With the final moan of her orgasm, she opened her mouth wide and presented her tongue to Justin’s twitching cock.

“Oh fuck! Fuck!….ah Fuck!” Justin cried out as he unloaded into Trish’s face. A good share of the initial blast shot right into her open mouth, quite possibly hitting the back of her throat with the tremendous force it had. Justin continued gushing jism onto her face, his cock jerking and twitching as he coated most of her tongue, a good share of her chin and part of one cheek. He noticed a small string of it on her nose as well as she swallowed the cum in her mouth.

Justin playfully slapped and brushed his dickhead on Trish’s mouth and cum-plastered face, coaxing a few more droplets out of it and smearing what was there around. Trish then clamped her lips back onto his dick and sucked hard on it to get every last taste of his cum she could.

“Mmmm, God, I love your cum!” she told him as she finished licking his dick and balls clean of his sticky love juice. “Mmmm.”

“So…,” Justin asked Trish as they both collapsed on the carpeted floor together, catching their breath. “Where you wanna have dinner?”

Trish thought a minute, and then a mischievous grin grew on her face.

“There’s leftover pizza in the fridge.” She told him.

“Works for me.” He said with a smile, before rolling over on top of her.

-The End-

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We had worked together a few times over the past couple of years. I honestly never paid her much attention, except to appreciate the way her tits and/or ass looked in the chosen outfit of the day. She spent a lot of time on the phone with her husband and when she wasn’t on the phone she was trying to show me up. Whatever! I knew not to talk to her much. She was close with the tribe of shrews who didn’t like that I walked into a position they had to earn. I’d just nod and be polite, pop my earbuds in and do my thing.

After sometime we both ended up being transferred to the same site. The place was an epic mess and I guess my inclination to fix the issues as soon as possible appealed to her. It wasn’t long after I was tasked with leading the team that I started receiving emails.

She’d talk trash about the rest of the staff, ask me questions about myself, and sometimes just drop a line to make me laugh. Although we were in the same office, politics were in play so her trying to get to know me was a hush hush kind of situation.

The longer the emails continued, the more personal they became. There was always the typical good morning funny, but as time progressed the seemingly innocent back and forth banter turned into something else. Her questions became more private. Her curiosity more sexual. I fielded these inquiries like a magic 8 ball. Always satisfying her curiosity without giving much of myself.

It wasn’t until several months of excruciating back and forth, spending time together playing it cool and being on my best behavior that it finally came.

We had emailed all day. Me answering many of her questions while being just vague enough to appear clueless. Walking out after a long day she turned to me with the show stopper.

“I’ve been thinking about it, Monique, and I’m pretty sure that I’m going to need you to kiss me”. Her voice husky and assured.

Hold the fucking phone!

I couldn’t do anything except peer into those intoxicating green eyes (with just a hint of dark blue at the edges) and stammer. I inwardly scolded myself for stammering around my response.

“Uhhh…are…are you fucking with me?” Is all I came up with.

The soft chuckle and full mouthed grin I received in response did nothing for my sudden Beylikdüzü escort lack of self esteem. As she ran her fingers up and down the lapel of my blazer she answered….

“I’m quite sure honey. I’ve thought a lot about this and dreamed about it even more”.

Her response sent me flying. As I stepped forward to take her in my arms she backed off.

“Not here. Not right now. That would make me feel awkward.”

With that she brushed a chaste kiss across my cheek and bid me good evening.

A couple hours later as I sat watching another fucking rerun of cops with my partner of several years my phone vibrated in my pocket. At the same time Marie looked over and told me

“I want a snack. Make me some popcorn”.

This had become the norm in our relationship…..her ordering me to do things and me complying like a good little bitch. God that shit got old. I made the popcorn and presented it to Marie with some fresh ice water. She took it, not looking away from the tv and told me I was in the way.

No thank you.

No ‘hey babe would you like to share’.

Basically a fuck off. I was antsy to check my phone and knew I’d get yelled at if I did so, I informed her highness that I was going to take a shower. Making a beeline for some privacy, I began stripping off my clothes as I walked thru the house. Once behind a locked door with the shower running I checked my email. My heart did leaps when I saw the message was from her.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Come see me”.

I tried to shrug off the excitement pulsing thru my veins and talked myself out of even replying as I hastily showered. As I applied my three coats of lotion another message came.

“You know you want to come over. Stop being a chicken”.

In that moment I made a decision I’ll never regret. My response was curt.

“Address”.

As I typed it my hands shook. I wavered over the send button as I heard Marie come in and start bitching about how I was taking too long. I hit send, took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Marie I’m feeling unsettled. I think I’m just going to go for a drive”.

She shrugged her shoulders and turned the tv on.

The drive to Katelyn’s was short. I never realized how close she Beylikdüzü escort actually lived. As I raised my trembling hand to knock on the door it swung open. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight before me. She had showered. Slightly wet rust colored hair fell around her face and shoulders. Loose sweatpants hung from her hips giving the most enticing preview of the v leading to her sex. A skin tight tank top stopped just below her ribs and it took everything in me to not jump on her right there. As my eyes traveled up her body she gave me a lopsided grin. Emerald pools shining at me as she cleared her throat.

“Umm…would you like to come in?” She chuckled.

The House was dark. My entire being shook.

“I’m sorry about the house. The kids are asleep. Would you be okay with hanging out in my room?”

Jesus Christ would I ever!

My mouth was dry. My body trembling. I feined nonchalant.

“Yeah that’s chill”.

As I kicked myself for my idiotic response she took my hand leading me thru the blackness. Halfway up the stairs I had to pause just to remind myself to breathe. Crossing the threshold into her room, my eyes took a second to adjust to the sudden light. Once they did they were transfixed on her pixie like face. She took my hand and lead me to her bed.

“Take off your shoes and get comfortable.” She told me as she navigated through something to watch on tv.

As I kicked off my red adidas, I took a steadying breath and reclined onto the bed, placing my head on a pillow she’d given me. We laid in silence staring at the tv screen. Time passed as we lay there perfectly still. Not close enough to touch but I could feel the heat radiating off her body. I lay still though my mind was racing.

What am I doing here? Why did she ask me to come? Christ she smells so good. Like springtime and sunlight and cherries.

What the hell are you doing Monique?

Katelyn turned on her side and looked at me.

“What are you thinking about?”

She cooed.

“I’m thinking about your earlier confession and why you haven’t done anything about it” I replied with a sudden boldness that I’m not sure where it came from.

Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes wouldn’t meet mine.

“I was Escort Beylikdüzü hoping you’d handle that since I’m new to this” her voice trembled.

I paused.

Letting her tremble. Enjoying her shyness. After an eternity staring into her eyes, I responded with a husky voice.

“Baby this is your show. You’re married with kids and I’m hardly attached. This is a big step for you and it’s got to be on your terms.”

My voice hitched in my throat as I silently prayed that she would.

Her lips mashed against mine with ferocity. It was awkward. Rushed and uncertain. I pushed her back by her shoulders. Looking into her eyes I questioned……

“Slow down baby girl. Are you sure?”

She paused.

It was probably seconds but it felt like an eternity. Finally she cocked grin at me me and replied.

“Don’t stop kissing me. Nothing has ever felt so right or good.”

With that I moved forward. I took that as my permission. Grabbing her by her hips I flipped her over and met her lips with mine.

Slowing down my urge to ravish, I kissed gently. Her lips, her cheeks and eyes. I made my way to her neck. That fucking neck that was the inspiration for so many fantasies. She squirmed under my ministrations and when I liked the line to her collar bone….nipping, sucking, and enjoying the taste of her….she began bucking against me. I wanted. Needed to take her right then and there.

I moved lower. Licking and sucking. Giving much needed attention to her cleavage I stopped. Just before the silken curves of her breasts that I needed so badly.

Making eye contact I asked again.

“Is this okay, baby girl.”

Met with a breathless ‘yes’ and a thrust of her hips, I continued.

Pulling down the top of her her tank top I was met with the most delicious rose colored nipples. Pert and straining. She was ready for me. As I took one in my mouth I rolled and punched the other with my hand. She moaned. Writhed and buckled against me.

Starting with the underboob I licked and sucked her supple skin. Making my way to her nipple, I gently nipped and sucked every inch I could while gently meeting her rocking hips with my own.

Switching it up, I moved to the other breast.

God these things were heaven. Double D on a slight frame.

It wasn’t long until she was writhing uncontrollably. Moaning and scraping her nails up my back. Pulling my body close she slammed herself against me and cried out. I wasn’t expecting the slap across my cheek but knew what she meant.

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My buddies had talked me into going to that club, but I wasn’t in the mood for the crowds and noise. We sat at the bar, checking out the women, but the place was mostly couples. The few singles seemed standoffish.

At the end of the bar was an older couple, in their fifties, arguing. Who knew about what, but it was ugly. He grabbed at her wrist, and she pushed him away. The bartender had to intervene, and they wound up leaving.

My head pounded and I gave up, told my friends I’d catch them later, and walked to my car. I passed an SUV with the lights on. It was the couple from inside. The woman came bolting out, screaming, “Help! Help me Please!”

Her blouse was torn, showing her bra and her face was streaked with tears. Our eyes met and she whispered, “Please, get me out of here, Please!”

The guy was crawling out behind her, angrier than before, and looking fairly drunk. He saw me and slowed a bit.

She cowered behind me, and I asked him, “Is there a problem?”

“Mind your own business, Ass Hole!”

“This just became my business when you called me Ass Hole,” I said, glaring.

He tried to grab at her past me, and I slammed him into the fender with a fore arm to the throat. His hand came up at me and I kneed him in the groin, doubling him over.

I turned to her but she was gone, looking back as she climbed in a cab. He was still doubled over, and I bent and said, “Relax, catch Beylikdüzü escort your breath, then go home and sleep it off. And be careful how you treat people.”

He was still slumped by the SUV as I drove off.

A week went by and I was at my usual hangout, tossing back a few brews when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to face the woman from the club. “Remember me?” she asked.

“I sure do! Where’s your boyfriend?”

She laughed. “He was a blind date, believe it or not. That’s why I never go on those things.”

“So, what brings you here, coincidence?”

“Not exactly. The next night I went back to the club and one of your friends was there again, Nick? He said this was your regular place.”

“Nick should have told me.”

“Sorry, I just wanted to apologize for running out on you, and maybe buy you a drink to thank you.”

“That’s not really necessary…”

“Bartender…?”

Her name was Sharon, divorced 2 years, just starting to date again. An old friend had set up the date, and the friend’s husband had told the date he was lucky she didn’t press charges and should be thankful he got off so easily.

“He showed up half-drunk, then all he wanted was to go to a motel! I told him that wasn’t happening. I’m no prude but at least wait for me to give you a sign, right!”

We were on our fourth by then. “Absolutely! The nerve!”

“John, don’t make fun Beylikdüzü escort of me!” she laughed.

“Me? Never! Oh, wait, was that a sign?”

She smirked. “You’ll know it when I give it.”

“When, not if? That’s good! Just kidding!” I was enjoying her. She was funny and honest, reminded me of Aunt Val who never married, even though she had lots of offers. I always wondered about Val, sexually.

Sharon was built like her, too. Bushy red hair, brown eyes, round cheeks, five foot six, with a curvy body, not fat, but definitely curvy.

She joked. “Oh, John! The sight of you, leaping in to save me! So in control! So Manly!”

“Yeah, that’s cause you popped out with one tit showing! I wanted to see the other!”

“John!” admonishing me with a smile, “You’re so fresh! … so you’re a breast man?”

I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Breasts, ass, legs, you name it. And eyes, you got great eyes!”

She leaned back a bit, batted her eyelashes and said, “Oh, thank you, Sir! You are everso nice!” then she kissed me, a quick peck.

I licked my lip, looking at her. “Be careful what you start…”

“As long as I start it, there’s nothing to be careful about,” she replied, her lips still half-parted, so I leaned in and gave her a real kiss and she kissed back, then whispered, “This isn’t the place.”

“I agree. I’m a mile away.”

“Okay”

In five minutes we were Escort Beylikdüzü inside my apartment, locked together in a passionate kiss. I had no problem with the 20 year age difference, and neither did she? Her hand was between my legs massaging my erection, while I hefted her breast to my mouth. Her nipples were hard and sensitive, based on her reaction.

I led her into the den, with us pawing at each other. There, I got her top off and tossed it aside as she expertly opened my slacks, digging in and coming out with my six incher. “Hmmm,” she hummed, dropping to the couch and taking my cock in her hungry mouth.

I pulled my shirt over my head and stepped out of my pants as she worked on me. Looking down, she even looked like Aunt Val, which made it more exciting. I had to pull her up to keep from cumming too soon.

As we kissed again, I tugged at her slacks, dragging them and the panties down, exposing her hairy bush. I laid her back on the couch and she spread for me. I knelt between her legs and she grabbed my shaft and guided it into her. She bucked wildly, until she got used to the feel, then she began moving, swaying, saying how good it felt.

My horniness took over and I picked up the pace, ramming into her as she sank into the couch, moaning. I was approaching my climax when she seemed to peak, too.

I let out a deep groan as she screamed in my ear, and we both let loose. I spasmed again and again, and she squirmed and sobbed. We laid there a long time, kissing and petting.

She slowly dressed and called a cab, and we kissed goodnight at the door with a promise of calling, but we never did. I guess I had gotten my just reward.

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When I got home from Jan’s house it was past midnight. I showered and went to bed.

Saturday around 10 A.M. Jan called me. We talked and she said how happy she has been since being with me. How I opened her up to different sexual situations. Her ex-husband was not like me. She thanked me for being so open. I could care less, with whom she has sex with, as long as I get mine. I know that at age 23 I did not want to be tied down to only one individual. We talked for an hour. We agreed to go out for dinner Sunday evening.

As soon as I got off the phone there was a knock on my door. It was my landlord Jim.

“Belinda sent me up here because your phones been busy. We would like to invite you to a party this evening. It’s at a friend’s house. Nothing fancy.”

“What kind of party,” I asked.

“Lets just say it will surprise you and keep you entertained.”

“Sounds good, what time and how do I get there.”

“Around eight and you will be going with us. I guarantee you will have the time of your life. Come to the house around seven for a couple of drinks before we go.”

“OK, you got it, do I need to bring anything?”

“No just your body,” he said with a little laugh.

I had a nap that afternoon, figuring that this could be an all-nighter. I wanted to be well rested. Around five I started to get ready for this party. I showered, shaved and put on my Dockers and Polo shirt that showed my upper body well. At seven I rang the bell at my landlords house. Jim opened the door; he was dressed about the same as I.

“Come on in. Let’s go to the study for a drink.”

“Belinda will join us in a few minutes, she is putting on the finishing touches.”

Jim made us whisky sours and we made small talk.

“You know I really enjoyed our last get together.”

“Yea, I had a good time, your wife is a hot number.”

“That was nothing, she gets more carried away at some of these parties. I also think your friend Jan is one hot woman.”

“Jan and Belinda seem to get along well.”

“Hell you got to get along after eating each other.”

“Who was eating whom,” said Belinda as she walked in.

“You’re looking good baby,” said Jim.

That was the understatement of the year. She did not look “good” she looked magnificent. She has changed her hairdo. Her blond hair is short, straight, with bangs. Her makeup is perfect accenting her lips and eyes. A white peasant blouse pulled down over the shoulders is the perfect match for her short skin-tight skirt. The white skirt has a slit on each side. Through the slits I can see black stockings. To set off the outfit she accents it with black thigh high boots.

“You like,” she asks as she whirls around.

I don’t know about her husband but my cock twitched. Belinda has one hell of an ass. The skirt’s so tight that her ass crack is clearly visible. I could spend hours appreciating her ass. The hell with the party I want to play with her ass now, I thought to myself.

“Your looking dashingly handsome,” she said has she hugged me.

I tilted her head and gave her a kiss. Her tongue probed my lips. Our tongues meet and she pressed her crotch against mine. My hands went to her ass cheeks and I clutched them. Her ass is stroft that is strong but soft. Pliable under my hands, I squeeze they come back for more. The hug also told me that she is bra-less. Her nipples puffed-up as our tongues explored each other.

We broke our embrace. Both of us were somewhat breathless. Seems like; we got turned on by each other. Jim handed her a drink.

“Thanks darling.”

She sat in a chair across from us. For the next thirty minutes we talked as Belinda put a show on. Unconsciously or consciously she continuously to cross her legs. Whenever her legs crossed the skirt would elevate on her legs. First the top of the stockings were visible; then the upper inner thighs. Finally, I could see the small triangle of her black panties. They were extremely small and thin. Her pussy hair curls are sticking out the sides. She must be wet because the panties are bonded to her cunt.

“Now that both of you have hard ones its time to go,” she said. “What a tease.”

On the way I found out that our host and hostess names are John and Michelle. John is in his middle fifties while Michelle is in her early thirties. I was also told that these parties happen once a month. It is always something different but always sexual in nature. There are four couples in the group but today one woman was alone; hence me. In fact the single woman was our hostess Michelle. Her husband who is a banker was called out of town on business.

We pulled up to what I will call “The Manor House.” It was huge, off the road about a mile. Surrounded by woods. Privacy all around. These people are rich.

We were greeted at the front door by one of the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. She has short black hair, pixie cut. Her face is flawless. The outfit she has on does nothing to hide a perfect body. She has on a slinky Beylikdüzü escort blue dress, not tight but loose. It has a high neck that is closed with three small buttons. The dress ends about two inches above her knees. Shimmery silver stockings in three inch blue pumps completes the outfit.

Belinda hugs her and gives her a kiss on the lips.

“You’re looking good,” she says.

“Thanks and you’re looking delicious,” replies Belinda.

Belinda is right I could eat her right by the front door. I am hoping that this is my partner for tonight.

“Hello, Jim how are you,” she asks.

“Doing great looking forward to this evening.”

She allows herself to be held and kissed by Jim. In fact I do believe that their tongues did interact.

“I hope that you are Johann.”

“Yes, I am and you I hope are Michelle.”

“Yes, I am your partner for this evening. Belinda thank you, he is everything you said he was,” as she kissed her on the cheek.

“Let’s go in and get the party started.”

Michelle placed her arm in mine and directed us in.

We entered her living room. It’s big enough to play basketball in. There were two other couples waiting for us. Michelle introduced me to all. There is Jennifer and her husband Mike and Sandy and her husband Tom.

Jennifer is in her late twenties. She has long straight black hair. She has a very deep tan. She looks of Spanish decent. She is wearing a short black dress with white stockings and black heels. Her best features are her pretty face and legs. She has very small breasts. Her legs are perfectly propionate to her body. Her husband Mike is around thirty. He is losing his hair and putting on weight.

Sandy is the opposite of Jennifer. She is fair, looks like she could use some sun. She is tall with medium length red hair. She has a frilly short purple skirt with a tight white button down blouse on. The blouse covers a magnificent set of breasts. She like Belinda is wearing boots, hers’ end just below her knees. Mike is tall and blond. He has an athletic build like a runner.

For the next hour we just talked and got to know each other. The alcohol flowed freely. I found that I had no problem fitting in. The women were flirtatious and the men pleasant. However, the air was filled with sexual anticipation.

Mike and Belinda start to dance. All the music is slow dance music. Belinda has ground her body into his. As they dance Mike moves his hands down to her ass.

Sandy gets up and takes Jim to dance. He looks like the cat that ate the canary when she squashes her chest against him.

Tom and Jennifer start to dance with each other. I ask Michelle to dance.

“Sure but I want you to really close to me.”

“How close?”

“Close enough so that I will know what you got in them jeans.”

I pull her close. As we move to the music, I pushed my hips into her. I run my hand up and down her back. She does have a bra on. My hands go lower and grip her ass cheeks. She has a thong on. Her body fits mine flawlessly. Her fingers are caressing my neck. Her lips nibbling up and down my neck.

“If I blow in your ear, will you follow me anywhere”?

“I would follow you anywhere whether you blow in my ear or not.”

She places her hand under my shirt. Her fingernails blaze a trail up and down my back. Her nails feel like a hot poker. Her hand works its way to my chest. Brushing her nails across my nipples. She sticks her tongue into my ear. My nipple becomes firm under the treatment from her nails.

“Your nipples are very sensitive.”

“That’s not all that’s hard.”

“I know I can feel you pressing into me. Let’s sit down and watch the other.”

We go into one corner of the room and sit on a couch.

“Look at Belinda and Mike,” she says.

They have stopped dancing. Their bodies are clinched together. He has pushed the skirt over her ass. His fingers are kneading her ass cheeks. Separating and lifting them at the same time. Her black panties are buried deep in her ass. Their mouths are glued together, tongues working against each other. She shoves and rubs her crotch against his. His hips push against hers. They are dry humping each other with some urgency. As we watch Michelle moves her hand to my crotch. She cups my crotch and rubs her hand up and down.

I look over to Jim and Sandy. Jim has unbuttoned her blouse. Those magnificent breasts are unfastened and free. Jim moved behind her. He moves his hands from her waist to her breasts. He placed his hands under them and pushed them up. Sandy put her head back against his shoulders and closes her eyes. As he massaged her nipples her mouth falls open and her breathing becomes irregular. Her nipples are aroused and turn a bright pink color. She has small pointy nipples. He manipulates her tits, tweaking and swirling her nipples between his fingers. She swivels her ass against his crotch.

Tom and Jennifer have stopped dancing and moved to another chair. As she sits Tom spreads Beylikdüzü escort her legs and pulls her down till she is stretched out on the chair. He drops to his knees. He places her legs on his shoulders. Bit by bit he pushes her dress up. She has dazzling legs. They are long and as her dress goes up I can see that she has garters holding her stockings. Her thighs drop open as Tom starts to move his tongue up her calves. She scoots her ass further down the chair. Her dress bunches around her hips to expose a smooth hairless pussy. She reaches to her pussy, takes hold of the lips and spreads them. Her clit is intensely pink and swollen. Tom’s mouth swiftly moves to envelop her clit. His cheeks collapse has he sucks the clit into his mouth. Jennifer lets out a muted groan.

Belinda with Mike behind her moves to Jennifer and Tom. Belinda kneels behind Mike. She reaches around him undoes and pulls his pants down to his knees. Tom pushed Belinda’s skirt over her amble ass and with one motion pulls her panties to her knees. Belinda spreads her knees apart and directs her ass upwards. Her asshole and pussy are out in the open. Belinda reaches and grasps Mike’s dick. She jerks it up and down then pulls it toward her. The head of the cock is encircled by her lips. She sucks it and at the same time darting her tongue all around it. Tom spreads Belinda’s ass cheeks wide and licks her ass crack. As his tongue contacts her brown puckered hole she sighs into his cock.

Michelle reaches and pulls down my zipper. Her hand reaches in and releases my cock. Her fingernails caress the underside of the head. She lays the side of her head on my stomach so she can continue to watch the others. My cock is pulled towards me and her mouth seizes it. The heat from her mouth makes my cock twitch. She takes it deep into her throat. Never have I had such a feeling. With my cock buried deep in the throat her tongue continued to swirl around it. I placed my hand over her tit and massaged it through the dress and bra. Even through the clothes her nipples expand.

Sandy undoes Jim’s pants. As they droop to the floor he steps out of them. She shrugs her shoulders and her blouse joins the pants. Sandy drops to the carpet on her back. Jim straddles her body just below the breasts. He lowers himself to his knees. He places his dick between her tits. She pushes her tits together trapping the cock between her globes. Jim moves his hips sliding his cock between them.

As his cock moves forward Sandy flicks her tongue to lick its head. Sandy slides her feet toward her ass and spreads them apart. She has crotch-less panty hose on. She is a real redhead. As Jim fucks her tits his fingers are tweaking and yanking her nipples. As he yanks them she moans “harder.”

Michelle swings her legs from the couch. With a last swipe of her tongue, she releases my cock from her mouth.

She stands up with her back to me. Her legs positioned on either side of my feet. Reaching down she grabs the hem of her dress. In one swift motion she lifts the dress over her head and drops it to the carpet. Reaching behind her she unclasps her bra. Bending over it drops to the carpet.

Holding the thong in her hands she slides it down. When it reaches her knees she bends at the waist and pulls it to her ankles. As she bends down her creamy juicy ass points toward my face. I reach for it and spread it apart. Her dark brown ass-hole contrasts with her creamy checks. I place my index finger against her hole. With a gentle push her hole opens and my finger slides in to the first knuckle. Her hole puckers as her ass cheeks clench and release. Clenching and releasing she manages to suck my finger in to the second knuckle.

With a smack sound my other hand makes contact with her ass cheek.

“Yes, please spank me,” she says with a raspy voice.

Smack, Smack, Smack goes my hand. First one cheek then the other. Her ass turns red from my spanking but she does not pull away. I continue to slap her ass. With every slap her ass-hole attempts to pull more of my finger in. Her ass is bright red and my handprints are visible on each cheek. I rotate my thumb to her pussy crack. I penetrate her lips. Her cunt is soaked with her creamy juices and I slide in easily.

From across the room comes, “I’m Cummmming.”

It’s Jennifer who’s having her pussy sucked by Tom. I watch her as she bucks her cunt into Tom’s mouth. His lips are slick with her juice.

Michelle yells to her, “cum honey, cum hard, fill his mouth full.”

Those words seem to drive Jennifer to another orgasm. She drives her hips harder into Tom’s face. She crosses her legs behind his head and pulls him even closer. As the orgasm hits her she screams, ” AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

Michelle hearing Jennifer’s screams reaches between her legs to grasp my cock. Bending her knees she lowers herself toward my cock. I have to pull my fingers out of her holes. As I do she moans “uhhhhhhh.”

That sound is replaced by “AHHHHHHHH,” as she positions her cunt above my Escort Beylikdüzü cock and sits on it.

My dick is buried from top to bottom. Her cunt is warm and wet. Her cunt contracts and expands as she milks it. It tightens then loosens around my cock. She straightens up till only the head is in her cunt. Her hand grasps the base of it and jerks it up and down. She jerks me off while I’m still inside her pussy.

Michelle releases my cock. Placing her hands on my knees she lowers herself slowly till my cock is totally contained by her cunt. As she sits on it her ass grinds into me. I move my hands around to her tits. I tweak her nipples. I pinch, pull and roll them with my fingers.

“AHHHHHHHHHH, YES, YES,” she shrieks. Tom has released Jennifer’s clit. He grasps her angles and spreads her legs wide. Using his tongue and lips he cleans her from ass-hole to cunt.

Belinda releases Tom’s cock and on all fours crawls away from him. She puts her forehead to the carpet. Reaching behind her, she spreads her ass wide.

“Please fuck me in the ass Mike.”

Mike quickly gets naked. He kneels behind her and guides his cock to her shit-hole. His tongue has opened it and made it wet. His cock spreads her ass-hole and with one plunge he enters her ass completely.

“Fuck the shit out of her,” yells Michelle. “Yea fuck the shit out of me,” answers Belinda.

Mike grips her ass and slam’s his cock in and out of her shit-hole.

“YEEEAAAAAA, make it hurt baby,” comes from Belinda.

As he drives in and out he starts to smack her ass.

“OH YEA, I LOVE IT,” she yells.

One of her hand reaches to her cunt and quickly three fingers enter. Driving her fingers in and out in the same rhythm as the cock in her shit-hole.

Jennifer seeing Belinda finger fucking her-self pushed Tom away from her. She jumps up and runs to where she is. She got on her back and slit under her. When their mouths were in the same position, Belinda put her lips on to Jennifer’s. Their tongues urgently searched each other out.

“Oh fuck I’m cuming,” came from Jim.

Jim sliding his cock between Sandy’s breasts had a weird look on his face. Sandy opens her mouth just as his cock jerked and a load of cum flies on to her forehead. Jim grasps his cock and aims it at her mouth. His next load hits her tongue and she quickly swallows it. Jim jerks his dick and the next load hits her tits. She wipes it with her fingers and sticks them into her mouth to lick them. Another jerk from Jim and another load hits her on the chin. Jim exhausted drops away from her.

Michelle seeing Jim’s white thick slimy cum on Sandy’s face jumped up from my cock and ran to her. She lay on top of Sandy. Using her tongue she licked the cum into her own mouth. She did not swallow instead her mouth searched out Sandy’s. When their mouths found each other they rolled Jim’s cum back and forth.

I got up and moved behind Michelle and Sandy. Their clits rubbing against each other.

I guided my cock to Sandy’s pussy. I put my cock head against her cunt lips and pushed. I could not get in she was to dry. Quickly I guided my cock to Michelle’s cunt. She was sloppy wet and I slit in easily.

I leaned over Michelle and whispered to her, “I want to fuck you both but Sandy is to dry for me to get in.”

As soon as I said that I felt a flood of warm liquid seeping between my cock and her cunt lips. I pulled my dick out of her. It was glistening with her juices. I watched as Michelle’s cunt opened and another flood of yellow liquid came out. It rolled down on to Sandy’s pussy lubricating it. Michelle pissed two more times making Sandy’s cunt as wet as her own. Quickly I placed my cock against Sandy’s cunt and without any problem slid in.

I stroked Sandy’s pussy a few times. She was tighter then any other pussy I have ever been in. Her pussy grasped my cock like she did not want it to leave. When I rammed my cock into Michelle’s cunt, she moaned and stuck her tongue down Sandy’s throat. After switching back and forth between cunts both of them were sloppy wet. Their juices were running out and wetting Sandy’s ass and the carpet below her.

I watched as Jennifer and Belinda broke their kiss. Jennifer slid further under Belinda who was now on all fours.

When Jennifer got directly under Belinda’s cunt, her mouth fastened itself to it. Jennifer was sucking Belinda’s pussy. I know Belinda’s pussy was sloppy wet because I could hear Jennifer lapping up her juices. Tom naked now, moved behind Jennifer. Belinda grabbed his dick and sticks it in her mouth. She slobbers all over it. When it’s real wet she takes it from her mouth and directs it to Jennifer’s cunt.

Jim with no hesitation bangs it home to the root. After a couple of deep strokes inside Jennifer’s pussy, Belinda pulled it out and sucked Jennifer’s pussy juices off. When Jennifer felt what Belinda was doing she did the same with Mike’s cock. Jennifer was so dam hot she did not care that Mike’s cock had just come out of Belinda’s shit-hole. She sucked that shit covered cock into her mouth and cleaned it.

Belinda let out a long scream “I’m cummmmmmmmmming.”

Her cunt convulsed and as her orgasm hit her. Jennifer’s mouth went around her pussy and she sucked all of Belinda’s juices.

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Pulling into the drive way Michael noticed nearly every light in the house was on, which was quite a feat, considering the amount of rooms. He braked outside the garage, staring at the house, wondering what was going on before he remembered Anna’s Christmas party. He wasn’t supposed to be home for it, but had flown back a day early from Berlin. It had been a disastrous romantic getaway, and one he was happy to cut short. Anna was sure to be disappointed that her dad was back to ruin the party and he briefly considered checking into a hotel for the night. But he was tired, too tired to take the thought seriously. His presence would hardly matter since he had every intention of going straight to his shower and then his bed.

Festive Christmas music was playing loudly, and he found Anna had noticed his arrival and was waiting for him by the door into the house from the garage. They were just off the kitchen. Anna was scowling, her arms crossed over her chest. “Dad, I thought you were in Russia still.”

“Honey, Berlin is in Germany. The Berlin Wall? They don’t teach common knowledge at your hippie school?”

Anna rolled her eyes. “Berkeley isn’t a hippie school, Dad.” She pouted prettily. “I told you I was having a party, did you come home early just to crash it?”

“No, Anna, I came home early because the trip was a disaster.” Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Anna’s best friend Jillian standing in the kitchen in the middle of a group of other college students, next to a young man whose hand was resting on the small of her back, but drifting down slowly toward her ass. She was wearing a short black dress adorned with intricate beading that hugged her in all the right places, and her hair was piled on top of her head, a messy bun so dark it was almost black. She had beautiful hair when it was down, long and wavy and thick. Michael was glad to see her; glad Anna had maintained this friendship though they were now on separate coasts. He was less glad to see some twit with his hand making it’s way to her ass, he still thought of Anna and Jilly as the fourteen year olds who had sleepovers went to volleyball camp and fretted about Homecoming. Anna and Jilly. He called her JillyBean, a goofy and sweet name to match a goofy and sweet girl.

Anna had gone to school on the west coast and Jillian had chosen to stay in Boston, where the girls had graduated high school almost three years ago. They were halfway through their junior year now, very close to being done. He hoped.

“I promise I’ll stay out of your way, Anna. I want you to have fun at your party,” after seeing Jillian’s dress he turned his attention to Anna and realized that she, too, was in a cocktail dress. The young men in the room were in suits. He smiled to himself, seeing a bunch of kids trying so hard to be grown ups.

“I’m going to go to my room now, would you mind brining me in a scotch in about 15 minutes?”

His attention was drawn again to Jillian, who was shifting on her feet. The young man next to her was leaning close to her ear, talking enthusiastically about something, but Jillian looked distracted, her chin tucked and her head turned slightly to the side, elongating a pale, smooth neck. He saw that she had pushed the young man’s roaming hand away. Good girl. She had become a very beautiful girl in college, lost the baby fat and showed no signs of having gained weight the way some women do while at school. He hadn’t realized before, how long her legs were, but then he had never seen her in a skirt so short.

“Okay, dad, I’ll bring it,” Anna said, looking disappointed still. He pecked her on the cheek and moved away, toward the other wing of the house, where his bedroom was calling to him. His carry-on was weighing on his shoulder, a weight he was tired of carrying, as he listened to his dress shoes click slightly on the marble floor.

The house was garish, and much too big, but he’d been so desperate to move out of the home he’d shared with his wife that he’d have bought a trailer in the woods just to be free from the memories. She’d died this time, four years ago. Four years ago tomorrow, killed in a car accident on her way home from a Christmas party. Michael had intended to be out of the country on the anniversary of her death this year, but couldn’t have possibly spent another minute with the woman he’d brought with him overseas. The airline had refused to let him change his ticket; and he’d spent a fortune buying a ticket on such short notice. His escape would have been worth any cost. It had been stupid, trying to date again. It was too soon. He had sensed it was a mistake, didn’t want anyone else. He’d spent the last two years burying himself in work, and it had been working fine.

Michael slipped into the master bedroom and closed the door behind him, shutting out only some of the sounds of the rowdy Christmas party. There were well over a hundred kids milling about. He pushed his way out of his coat and suit, Beylikdüzü escort leaving the items draped over a chair, and made his way into the bathroom. He hated the bathroom. There was more marble than he’d ever seen concentrated in such a small area, accented with gaudy gold fixtures.

He walked past the massive bathtub he never used, and turned on the water in the shower stall. The flight had been long, the drive home exhausting, but he felt like he had sweat and dirt caked into his pores. As the shower heated he kicked off his briefs, only stepping into the spray when steam started to rise.

The shower felt amazing, and he stayed in longer than he needed to trying to wash away the trip. Finally, he was able to turn off the water and reach for a towel, pressing it against his face before wrapping it around his waist. He stopped in front of the mirror and pushed his hair around with his fingers, then decided it wasn’t worth the effort and reached for his toothbrush. He was making his way out of the bathroom when he heard the bedroom door open. He looked up, expecting to see Anna. He saw Jillian with a bottle of scotch and two glasses on a tray.

Michael stopped abruptly; he was suddenly aware of his bare chest. The towel around his waist was his only cover. This girl had seen him less covered, in swim trunks at the pool, but still he felt exposed. Jillian closed the door without taking her eyes off of him, and moved in toward the bed and nightstand with the tray.

“Jillian, hello.” He said. Her skirt was shorter than he realized when he saw her in the kitchen, her legs a little bit longer, and the heels a little bit higher. On her head she wore a bright red bow, which she hadn’t been wearing before.

“Are you my present?” he was trying to make a joke. He didn’t mean to sound like a dirty old man. He felt like a dirty old man.

She smiled elusively. “I asked Anna if I could bring in your scotch. I was curious how your trip went, Mr. C.”

I think you can call me Michael now, JillyBean. We’re all adults here.”

One corner of her mouth lifted into a sexy smile, and it occurred to him JillyBean wasn’t the name for an adult. He had known her for years, and had never seen that smile, and his body reacted in a way his body had never reacted to her before. “I’m glad that you agree.”

Suddenly, he was uncomfortable. Something had shifted between them, and he got the feeling he was standing on a frozen lake, waiting for to ice to break beneath his feet. “I- of course, let me just—” but she had turned around and was walking back toward the door. The cut of the dress made her ass look amazing, and he thought about the young man in the kitchen who’d had a hand just above the enticing curve. The boyfriend?

Michael assumed she was leaving. He was wrong; she only turned the lock and came back, sitting on the edge of the bed. He wanted to ask why she locked the door, but was afraid to. She didn’t volunteer her reasons.

“Let me just put on some clothes.”

She ignored him. “I was disappointed when Anna said you wouldn’t be here, but even more disappointed when she told me why—that you would be in Europe with someone…with a woman.”

Reality started to sink in. He was barely dressed, in a locked bedroom, with a young woman half his age. A young woman he’d known since her freshman year in high school. His throat went dry as she stood again and moved back to the nightstand, bent over to reach for the bottle. The back of the dress stretched tight across her rear as she bent forward, the skirt lifting just enough that he saw the top of a thigh-high stocking, and the clasp attached which no doubt led to a garter belt. She poured two generous servings of scotch, and but only lifted one glass off the tray. She handed it to him.

He stared at her, dumbstruck, not sure if what he suspected was happening was really happening. But then her arms went behind her, and he heard a zipper. He made a noise in his throat, a small protest, which she also ignored. She pulled on shoulder out of her dress, then the other shoulder, and pushed the dress. It dropped to her ankles and revealed her lithe body, exposing full breasts in a red lace bra, nipple peeking out over the demi-cup, and a smooth taunt stomach.

He backed away, set the cup down on the nightstand before turning back to her, ready to set the record straight. “Jillian, I—”

She reached behind her and unclasped the bra, which fell to the ground. Her breasts were perfect, untouched by time, the skin smooth and supple. He felt his cock rapidly stiffening. Something was getting set straight, but it wasn’t the record. Michael tried again.

“Jillian, this isn’t– Please get dressed.”

She shook her head, ran a hand up her body, cupped a breast and pinched a perfect pink nipple. “I was disappointed because I waited for you. I waited all this time and you went off to Europe with somebody Beylikdüzü escort else.”

“Jillian, this is not appropriate. I’m fifty years old.”

It had been some time since he’d seen such smooth breasts, such flawless skin. He was fully erect beneath his towel, losing his resolve.

“It’s okay. It’s our little secret,” she said, stepping closer. Michael was mesmerized. He wanted to step back, wanted to move, to stop the scene that was unfolding. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t move. The bed was directly behind him, but even if he hadn’t been he was stuck. He could barely remember to breathe. Her fingers slid between his skin and the towel, his hands reflexively went to hers to stop her. “No.”

Looking undeterred, she sank to her knees, ran her hands up the backs of his calves, the slide smooth, slick from the water. Under the towel he throbbed. This was insanity. He couldn’t let her see his erection, but it was so close to her face he was sure she couldn’t miss it. As if reading his mind, she pressed her face into the towel, breathed onto him

Her hot breath distracted him, so he didn’t notice her hands. Under the towel, she wrapped one hand around him. Back to his senses, he backed away, but she gripped him.

“This isn’t right, we can’t do this.”

Jillian nudged his cock with her nose, and he fought the urge to press his hips forward.

“Jillian, let go of that and put your dress back on. I am twice your age.” He knew he was repeating himself, but he’d lost the ability to create new, rational thoughts. Beyond the closed door he thought he heard what sounded like ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’. He was hot all over.

“Don’t,” she hissed. “Don’t tell me I’m too young.” She looked up at him with big, brown eyes, and he knew how ridiculous it was trying to reason with her when she was kneeling in front of his cock. He wanted it to stop, but… But he didn’t want it to stop. “I’ve waited so long, so don’t tell me I’m too young.”

She licked her lips, and he moaned as her hand worked him, sliding up and down his shaft, tugging deliciously on him, her thumb working the area between his balls. “Tell me you’re not attracted to me, tell me I’m too skinny, or too fat, or too pretentious, or tell me I’m not smart enough, or that I’m not sexy, but please, please don’t tell me I’m too young. I’ve waited so long for you, and you didn’t wait for me, so don’t tell me I’m too young.”

She looked so earnest; the longing in her brown eyes cut him like a knife. “Jillian, I—” he voice faded away. He lost words, lost time, as he stood, watching her watch him as she worked her hand so deliciously on his shaft.

She tilted her head forward, resting her forehead against his hip, and he let her, mesmerized by the feel of her warm breath through the towel. She must have sensed his resolve wavering, and looked up at him with big doe eyes as she tugged on the towel. It fell to the ground and he caught sight of her small hand, wrapped around his member. He shuddered, and then chastised himself. If his daughter were to walk in here, if she ever found out— Her hand was tiny around him, he would almost say fragile if not for the confidant grip. Looking up at him, she opened her mouth and guided him in.

He let her. He let her and then there’s no turning back. Her mouth is hot, and wet, and it’s work not to ejaculate immediately. He grunted and grabbed a handful of her hair, pushing her away. The bow fell to the ground. A trickle of spit trailed from her lips to his cock and it was all he could do not to shove his cock back inside of her mouth and allow his release to come, to coat her tongue and throat with semen. But he resisted, and motioned her to the bed.

Jillian loosened her grip and made her way to the bed, except she didn’t stand. She crawled on her hands and knees, and he stood, mesmerized by the way her ass moved beneath the lacey panties. By the time she made it to the edge of the bed he was behind her. He pulled her to a standing position, pulled her back against him and grabbed a handful of breast. She breathed in, melted against him. He pushed her forward, and she tumbled onto the bed, barely getting her arms out in front of her in time to brace herself. He grabbed her panties and pulled them down, watching as the garter belt unclipped itself from her stockings when the panties came off.

“Get on your back,” he whispered, and when she did he kneeled down next to the bed between her legs, pulled her toward the edge and shoved his face between her thighs. She spread her legs, and he pressed his mouth against her. She was hot and wet and ready, already squirming beneath him. Michael moved in, opening her pussy’s lips with his fingers and closing his mouth over her clit. His assault on her clit was brutal, unrelenting, and in no time he had her mewing and bucking her hips, trying to grind against his face. She tasted musky and sweet all at once, and he was starting to Escort Beylikdüzü lose sight of reality. She wasn’t his daughter’s best friend, had never been the fourteen-year-old girl in the back of the car as he drove them to volleyball practice. She certainly wasn’t acting like the innocent little girl she had been. She was behaving like a slut and he wanted to make her come like a slut, wanted to push himself inside of her as she came apart beneath him.

Michael lifted his head and looked up at Jillian. She was up on her elbows watching him eat her out. Her legs were spread wide open, giving him unrestricted access. “You like that?” he asked.

“Yes, Mr. C.” She breathed. It shouldn’t have turned him on.

“I told you to call me Michael. You must like calling me Mr. C.” He kept his eyes locked on hers, but started stroking her clit with his thumb. “Does it make you feel naughty?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, who?”

He rubbed his thumb against her punishingly, and her mouth fell open as she grunted. “Yes—Mr—ah!” She bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying to focus. He thought about the young man in the other room who was more than likely going to take her back to her dorm, and was likely going to fuck her. She hadn’t been boy crazy when she was young, and he wondered when it had started. “Yes, Mr. C.”

He lowered his mouth again, licked up her juices before going to work on her clit again, this time lapping at it with his tongue, wondering if she was reliving something. Sex with a professor at school? The thrill of an older man? Had she let some married professor fuck her like the little slut she was, sliding inside her from behind while she was bent over his desk? The thought of it had him close to coming. How many times had he seen her in pajama bottoms and a tiny little camisole when she slept over in Anna’s room? Had she been lying in bed at night, touching herself while she thought about him? Her best friend’s father?

“You have a sweet little pussy, Jilly,” he told her, climbing onto the bed between her legs. “How many of those boys out there have had this sweet little pussy?” He pinched at her nipples, and her head fell back. He shouldn’t have been getting off on it; the thought of her mouth around a college boy’s cock, all while she craved his.

He guided his cock down between her legs, wet the tip but didn’t enter her. Instead, he started rubbing his cockhead against her clit, and hen sent his free hand up, sliding wet fingers into her mouth so she could clean her juices off him. She sucked his fingers into her mouth instinctively, and he worked her clit while she writhed and bucked her hips, until her mouth fell open and she moaned, her legs shaking as she came.

“That’s it,” he said, repositioning himself. “You came like a little slut now I’m going to fuck you like a slut.”

“Please,” she hissed.

“Please fuck you like a slut?”

“Please fuck me like a slut.”

Not able to hold back anymore, he slid inside her in one swift, hard stroke. Only realizing after, when he was all the way inside of her, the truth. He was fully inside her when he registered that she had cried out, that tears had sprung to her eyes—only then did he realize none of the boys in the other room had had her sweet little pussy. None of her professors had bent her over a desk. He’d felt her cherry’s initial resistance to his thrust, and felt it give way. “Oh, God, Jilly,” he said, looking down at her, stricken.

I waited for you. The realization hit him like a punch to the stomach; he had just taken her virginity.

“Jilly.”

She swiped away her tear and shook her head. “Don’t stop.” What a silly thing to say, he couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to. He was balls deep inside a virgin and about to blow his load. “It’s okay.”

She was tight, and she grimaced when he started moving, but held his hips, guiding his thrusts, while repeating, “it’s okay” like a mantra. It wasn’t okay but he did it anyway. He used her pussy as she whimpered through the pain and urged him on with her hands, nails biting into the skin at his hips. She wasn’t a little slut in the way he had expected. She was his little slut. She had saved herself for him. He should have felt guilty, it was absurd, but instead he was slamming into her, listening to the sound his balls made slapping against her.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked, his one rational thought of the evening. She shook her head ‘no’ and he was so close, he could have done it. Could have flooded her pussy with cum, could have sent her back out to the party with a belly full of his cum, maybe even sent her back to college with his child growing inside of her. It took inhuman strength, as his orgasm built and his balls tightened and release was so close, the warmth of her pussy beckoning him. But he pulled out, barely in time, the first squirt landed white against her pussy lips, but he kept coming, squirting onto her flat belly and perfect tits, stream after stream until he’d emptied his balls onto her and collapsed down beside her.

They lay there for a while, her motionless, trying to avoid getting his mess everywhere, until she sat up. “I don’t want to ruin your bed.”

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I woke up early the day after Mother and I first made love and laid in my bed listening to the sound of my father getting ready for work, then I heard the door slam when he left the house. After that came the sound of his truck starting and heading down the road.

I waited in my bed, my heart pounding, hoping my mother would visit me again. The day before she laid in my arms for a while after we finished making love, then she got up, got dressed, and left the room. I have to admit, she seemed a little uptight and distracted the rest of the day, but we didn’t have a lot of contact since I was outside working on the woodpile and she spent the day inside, doing laundry, dishes, and cleaning the house.

As I laid there, I could hear Mother moving around the house, doing things, and that told me she wasn’t going to be coming for a visit, so I got out of bed and slipped on a T-shirt and sweat pants, then I went out to the kitchen. Mother was standing at the sink, washing the dishes she’d dirtied cooking my father’s breakfast. She was wearing one of the many faded loose housedresses that made up the bulk of her wardrobe. This one was once brown and had faded to a dark tan hue.

“Good morning, Mother,” I said when I walked into the kitchen.

“Mornin’,” Mother replied without turning around.

I walked over to where Mother was, slipped my arms around her waist, bent, and kissed her on the cheek. I was surprised to feel her body stiffen. “What’s the matter, Mother?” I asked.

Mother turned, then backed out my arms until she was standing about three feet away from me. Her face was flushed and I could see confusion and hurt in her eyes. “Why’d you do this to me?” she asked.

“Do what?” I asked.

“You know what I’m talkin’ about…what we done yesterday…it’s wrong,” Mother said. “It’s against God’s law and man’s law.”

“Why don’t we sit down and talk about this?” I said. I poured myself a cup of coffee – carefully because my hands were shaking – then I walked over to the table and sat down. Mother followed and sat down across the table from me.

I took a sip of my coffee. “Mother, why is it wrong for two people who love each other to show their love?” I asked.

“What we done is more than that,” Mother replied quickly. “It ain’t right for a mother and son to be doin’ what we done. Why’d you do it?”

I sipped some more of my coffee, took a deep breath, and continued, “Because after you told me what my father did to you, I wanted to show you what making love is really like.” My eyes were locked on hers. It was almost as if I could see into her mind. I knew she was confused.

“That…it don’t matter…we…we shouldn’t of…” she stammered.

“I couldn’t think of any other way to do it,” I continued. “What was I going to do, talk you into making love with somebody else? That wouldn’t be right, either.”

“If we didn’t do nothing, then…” she said, and stopped.

“Are you sorry you’ve learned what you’ve learned?” I asked. “Are you sorry you felt the things you felt?”

Mother looked at me for a long time, then she sighed and shook her head. “No, I ain’t sorry,” she said, her voice almost a whisper.

“Would it have been better if it had been someone other than me who had taught you about making love?” I continued.

She looked down at her hands and shook her head again. “No…I…I’d ‘a never done nothin’ like that with nobody else.” She shuddered visibly. “I couldn’t ‘a done it with nobody else.”

“Do you want to stop?” I asked.

Her eyes came up, her face got redder, and she took a deep breath. Her head moved slowly from side to side and, speaking so softly I could barely hear her, she said, “No…God forgive me, no I…I don’t want to stop. I…I never knew I could feel that good.” Her eyes fell toward the table again. “I…I can’t stop thinkin’ about how good what we did felt.” I could see a tremor run through her. “And I hate that Beylikdüzü escort because thinkin’ about it makes me want to do it again.” She looked at me again. “We shouldn’t be doin’ it. If your father ever finds out…”

“There is no way he’ll ever find out,” I told her. “I’m not about to tell him and I know you won’t.” Mother shook her head. I got up, walked around to the side of the table where my mother was sitting, and stood next to her. “Stand up, Mother,” I said softly.

She looked up at me, her eyes wide. The same look was in them that I saw when she came to my room the day before. Slowly, she rose from the chair and stood in front of me, gazing into my eyes. She was breathing a little harder than usual, her face remained flushed, and her mouth was slightly open.

I took both of her hands in mine and could feel her trembling. “Do you want to stop what we’re doing?” I asked softly.

She bit her lip, took a deep breath, and her head moved slowly from side to side.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers. Her mouth opened slightly and she pressed back against me. Kissing her was totally unlike any kissing I’d ever experienced in my life. Her lips were unbelievably soft and warm, and seemed to bond with mine – it’s the only way I can describe it. When we kissed, it felt so wonderful I never wanted to stop. All of the softness and connection also served to have an incredibly erotic effect on me and, I’m pretty sure, on her, too.

After kissing for a few moments, we reluctantly lifted our lips from each other, leaned back, and softly gasped for breath. I looked right into mother’s eyes, she looked right into mine.

“I…I never knew…it…kissin’ somebody could…could feel so good,” Mother stammered softly.

“Me, either,” I replied, and noticed the surprised look in Mother’s eyes.

“Really?” she said.

“Really.” I smiled. “I think it may have something to do with the fact that we love each other.”

“Oh,” Mother said softly.

I leaned forward and our lips joined again. Our hands were still clasped, fingers intertwined, and they remained that way. As the kiss endured, Mother’s body leaned against mine, moving sensuously. I’m not sure she was aware of what she was doing. My body surged forward gently, pushing against hers.

Again we needed to break to get breath, and we did. Mother’s face was flushed now, and I thought the lovely glow made her look so much more alluring. I began to unbutton the buttons that ran down the front of her dress. Her eyes, full of love, desire, and trust remained locked on mine. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she breathed.

“I’m not going to call you ‘Mother’ any more,” I said as I undid one button after the other.

“You…you aren’t?” Mother murmured, looking puzzled.

“I’m going to call you Jonelle,” I said. “Jonelle is my lover.” I took a deep breath. “And will always be my lover. Won’t you?” I can’t remember the last time I heard anybody call my mother by her given name. My father generally calls her, “woman” the few times he makes a direct reference to her. Mostly he just says things like, “hey,” “come here,” and stuff like that. The guy’s a real class act. It’s why I feel the way I do about him.

Jonelle bit her lip softly, then nodded slowly.

I had her dress unbuttoned all the way to her waist. I slid my hands inside, onto her bare breasts. Fortunately, my father thought bras were a waste of money, which meant my mother had only a few of them and hardly ever wore one. It felt so wonderful to have her huge, rock-hard nipples pressing into my palms. I squeezed her breasts gently.

“Nnnnnnnnnn!” Jonelle groaned, leaning into me, pressing herself against my hands.

“You like that, don’t you, Jonelle?” I asked.

“My Lord, I surely do,” she murmured. “You make me feel so good.”

“You deserve to feel good,” I told her. I leaned forward and, once Beylikdüzü escort more, our lips joined. If anything, this kiss felt even better than the ones we’d shared earlier. It was more intense and urgent than our earlier kisses had been and almost felt as if, somehow, she was trying to suck me inside her. While it went on, I continued to cup her breasts gently. I also rotated my palms, teasing her rigid nipples with my palms and teasing my palms with her nipples. Tingling, wonderful feelings raced from my hands, up my arms, and down into my body. Additional marvelous feelings were moving from my lips down into me at the same time, and all of them were joining somewhere deep in my middle.

Gasping for breath, we again pulled our faces apart. The look on Jonelle’s face told me I was doing exactly the right things. She was clearly caught up in rapturous feelings, feelings I’d evoked in her. Knowing that I was having that kind of impact on her was pretty heady stuff.

“Want to go to my bedroom?” I asked.

“Yes.”

Holding Jonelle’s breasts in my hands, I slowly backed down the hallway that led from the kitchen to my bedroom, pausing from time to time to kiss her. She moved with me, her eyes never leaving mine, her tongue occasionally caressing her lips as we moved. When we reached the bedroom, I let go of her breasts and finished unbuttoning her dress. She surprised me by grabbing the waist of my sweat pants and pushing them down. The only problem was that I now had an erection and getting the waist past that gave her a little trouble, but she managed.

“Is…is that…is it…because…because of…of me?” Jonelle murmured. She was staring down, at my erection.

“Yes, only because of you, Jonelle,” I told her. “See how wet the tip is?”

She bit her lip softly and nodded slowly.

“That’s because of you, too. Are you wet?”

She looked up at me, smiled shyly, and nodded. “And that there’s because of you, isn’t it?”

I leaned forward again, kissed her gently, then said, “It certainly is.” I pushed her dress apart. She shrugged and it slowly slid down over her shoulders, then down her arms, baring her body which now was clad only in a pair of mundane white cotton panties. I grabbed the waist of the panties and pushed them down, too. When I did, I had to bend over a bit and while I was in that position, I gave each of her nipples a little lick.

“Mmmmmnnnnn!” Jonelle groaned. A shudder went through her.

I straightened up again and looked at my lover’s bare body. It was magnificent, truly a woman’s body. There were no planes or angles, just soft, wonderful curves, and those curves were all exactly right and in exactly the right places. I have no idea how large her breasts were; all I can say is they were exactly the right size. Her belly was softly, gently rounded. I’d been with girls who have flat bellies and have to tell you that Jonelle’s belly was far more feminine in my opinion.

“Do…do you like…lookin’ at…at me…like…um…this?” Jonelle stammered, surprising me.

I looked at her. “I love looking at you when you’re nude,” I told her.

She took a deep breath. “But…” she began.

“You have an incredibly beautiful body,” I said, interrupting her. “I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful one.” I took hold of her hips, turned her so her back was to the bed, then gave her a gentle push. Her eyes widened a bit, she took a step backward, then hit the bed and fell onto it.

“You’re crazy!” she murmured, smiling up at me. She slid across the bed until she was entirely on it. I noticed that she didn’t bring her legs together.

I kneeled on the bed, between her legs, and shuffled up toward her. I could feel my erection bobbing as I did. I also noticed that she’s stopped looking at me. Instead her eyes were on my erection and never left it. When I had moved as far up between her legs as I could go, I let myself Escort Beylikdüzü fall forward, catching myself on outstretched arms. That trapped my erection between our bodies. When I rocked my hips, the shaft of my erection rubbed against Jonelle’s sopping-wet labia.

Jonelle’s face took on the look of lust and need I’d seen when we were making love the morning before. “Gnnnnnnhhhhh!” she groaned. Her hips rose, pressing her vaginal canal tighter against my erection.

“You want me, don’t you, Jonelle?” I murmured.

“Lord, yes!” she moaned. “I need it, J.J.! Oh, Lord, I need it! Put it in me! Please, darlin’, put it in me!”

I lifted my hips, reached down between us, and positioned the tip of my erect penis in the center of her opening, in the portal through which I would be entering her body. Then I lowered my hips slightly and felt her warmth and dampness engulfing the arrow-shaped head. It felt so good I couldn’t be quiet. “Yesssss!” I groaned. “Oh, yesssss!”

“Mmmmmm! Oh, yeah!” Jonelle groaned. Her hips again surged upward and the movement drew me deeper into her.

I kept lowering my hips until I was all the way into her, my hips pressing hers into the mattress. I lowered my upper body and pressed my mouth against hers. We exchanged another wild, wonderful kiss. The fires of need were by now a free-burning conflagration inside me. Being in Jonelle’s body felt way too good. I couldn’t keep still. I began to move my hips up and down, sliding my erection in and out of her.

“Yeah! Oh, yeah, J.J.!” she moaned. “So good! That’s so good! Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord! Uhh! Uhhhhh!” Her hips were moving, too, pushing up against me, matching my thrusts.

I broke our kiss, pushed myself back up on straightened arms, and continued to work my hips against hers while I gazed down at her face. I experienced a rush of joy from the look on her face. She was clearly receiving intense bliss as a result of what we were doing.

Making love to Jonelle felt way too good. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to keep it up without coming. On the other hand, from the passionate sounds my lover was making and the increasingly zealous movements of her body, I had a feeling she would be coming very soon.

“Nnnnnahhhhh!” she cried, surprising me. Her body went into wracking spasms that were strong enough to make it feel as if I was riding a bucking bronco. “Unnnnnnn! Unnnnnnnnnnn! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Yeah, me, too! Oh, God, yeah, me, toooooooo!” I groaned when my hot fluids came jetting out of me, accompanied by powerful spasms that caused my body to tremble with the ultimate in joy.

Our bodies kept straining and twisting against each other. It was as if Jonelle’s body, which had once sheltered and nurtured mine, wanted to draw me back inside and my body wanted that to happen.

Eventually our frantic movements began to lose their force. Our motions became more like a gentle ride on the waves as opposed to the wild bucking I’d experienced earlier. Finally we stopped moving entirely. I again lowered myself and kissed Jonelle, a passionate kiss she returned with equal passion.

When I felt my penis start to soften, I pulled myself out of her and allowed my body to drop onto the bed next to hers.

Jonelle rolled on her side, facing me, and gazed at me wide-eyed, looking awed. “You done it again,” she said softly, in a tone that said she was surprised that I’d again made her feel wonderful.

“So did you,” I told her.

“But I didn’t do nothin’,” she said. “I just laid here. You did it all. Lord!”

“I want it to be good for you,” I told her.

“Oh, Lord, I can’t tell you,” she responded. “I never knew…Lord, I never dreamed…I could feel as good as you make me feel when we…you know…do sex.”

“When we make love,” I told her. I kissed her gently. “Don’t be afraid to say it.”

“When we…make…love…make love,” she repeated. She smiled. “Yeah…when we make love. God, you make love to me so darn good.”

“It’s easy because I love you,” I said. I wrapped my arm around her and was delighted when she snuggled against me.

“I love you, too, J.J.,” she said.

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Copyright (c) 2019 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved.

This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright.

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The following is a work of fiction and as such all characters mentioned herein are fictional and any resemblance to any persons living, dead or fictional is coincidental. All characters engaging in depictions of sexual activity are at least 18 years of age at the time of the writing of this story.

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When does one plus one plus one equal one? In the harsh light of mathematics it can never happen. But when does it happen when those numbers are people?

This is a follow up to the previous story ‘It’s just Math’. There were some issues that came up the next morning and I initially wasn’t going to write about them, but if I am going to continue chronicling our experiment, they probably need to come out.

For those who are easily offended by MM sexual activity, you should probably skip this episode and wait for the next. To explain why Terri entered our lives it is necessary for her to discuss what happened to her marriage.

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It was about 8am when I woke up. We were still lying on our sides spooning together. I gently extricated myself from between Terri’s thighs and slipped out of bed.

A quick stop into the bathroom for a quick pee and a quick shower was in order. I was drying myself as I stepped out and gazed upon my sleepy beauties lying there so delicious in bed. I grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of shorts and went out into the kitchen to get breakfast started. ‘First stop,’ I told myself, ‘let’s get some coffee going.’

A few minutes later I heard a slight noise and turned to see the most beautiful sight. Terri was standing there in all her naked glory, stretching when she saw me staring at her.

“Good morning,” she said with a yawn, “Is that coffee I smell? Oh thank God I need some.”

“Sure, help yourself,” I said, “There is cream and sugar and all the other good stuff right over there.”

After pouring some coffee, she got closer and I said, “You better get something more on than that. The bacon has been particularly ferocious this morning. It would not do to have hot bacon grease splash onto those tasty little naughty bits.”

I put the splash screen down barely before the bacon gave a loud and nasty snap. Terri jumped, almost spilling her coffee. I looked at her and laughed. “I warned you,” I said.

She nodded and said, “I’m gonna wait over here out of the danger zone.”

As I stared drinking in her beautiful naked form, Elly came out of the bedroom rubbing her eyes.

“Good morning,” she said very sleepily. “Oh my God, last night was awesome. If I’d have known it would be that good, we have done this years ago.”

I looked over at the beautiful form of my wife and said, “Come get some coffee and then the two of you can clean off the kitchen table and set the table. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes.”

Elly nodded went to the cupboard and grabbed a cup and poured herself some coffee, then headed for the kitchen table. Terri joined her and the two of them quickly cleared the table, Elly got out plates, silverware and all the other stuff just as the bacon was coming out of pan. The scrambled eggs were ready and I handed them to Terri, who put them on the table along with the plate of bacon I had been working on. Toasted English muffins headed for the table as well.

Elly went into the refrigerator to get some orange juice out and set that on the table along with some glasses. I looked over the table and nodded. I peeled off the t-shirt and dropped the shorts. Elly arched an eyebrow and laughing I said, “What? I am not going to be the only one not dressed in their finest birthday suit around this table.” Both of them giggled and the three of us sat down and started right into breakfast.

Not a lot was said around the kitchen table that morning as we all just dove into the breakfast. About the time we ran out of things to eat, I pushed back from the table looking at the beautiful women and said, “I think it’s time we talk about the elephant in the room.”

Both of them looked up with surprise somewhat quizzical looks on their faces and I elaborated, “I’m talking about what happened last night.”

Terri hung her head down a little bit, blushed and nodded and Elly looked at me with a look that I couldn’t tell whether it was anger or she was questioning me.

I turned first to Terri and said, “Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Last night, that, that was one of the most amazing things that as ever happened to me.”

I got off my chair and knelt on the floor in front of Terri. Taking her feet one at a time I showered kisses upon them. She looked down amazed and surprised and not a little bit of curiosity on her face when she finally said, “What the hell are you doing?”

I looked up into her eyes and said in all seriousness, “I am worshiping at the feet of my goddess. Last night you brought a passion and a love back into this house that has been Beylikdüzü escort missing for a long time.”

Elly reached her hand across the table and grabbed Terri’s hand in her own and nodded vigorously, “Last night was so amazing and so loving, I didn’t think it was possible,” she said.

Terri sat there stunned for a minute and then started to cry. It started off slowly with just a couple tears rolling down her cheeks and then the sobs began until she was crying uncontrollably. I looked at Elly and she shook her head. Together we got up and stood on either side of Terri holding her until she slowed and finally getting control, she stopped the crying.

She sniffed a couple of times and wiped the tears with the back of her hand as she tried valiantly a couple of times to say something. We gave her the space and eventually she began, “I’m sorry you guys. I really am. This was not supposed to happen. I didn’t come here to cause you problems.”

Elly lifted Terri’s chin up and stared into her eyes, then kissed her forehead and said, “You haven’t caused us any problems. What happened last night was a miracle. You helped rekindle something that has been slowly dying between the two of us. We love each other desperately, but the passion had faded.

“Since you have come into our lives, we have been fucking like teenagers in heat. I felt myself get hornier than I have been in years. Last night, I felt that young man that I gave my virginity to all those years ago. You have stripped years off of our passions. You are a miracle. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

Terri just sat there, stunned. Then she started talking softly and slowly, “You only know part of the story,” she finally choked out. “But before we talk about anything else I need to tell you part of my story.”

Elly and I looked at each other. She shrugged. I just didn’t know what to say.

Terri stood up and took our hands and led us into the living room where she sat us on the couch. She turned and sat on the floor in front of us. At first, she sat there rocking slowly back-and-forth trying to gather her thoughts. Finally she spoke. “As you know Bill and I were married for or a little over 7 years. Before you jump to any conclusions, no it was not the 7 year itch that did us in.

“We were like any other couple the first year we were so fucking horny for each other. We both had a few lovers before we got married so we weren’t virgins and we knew a few tricks. But by the time the 2nd year rolled around things were getting stale. We made love 3 to 4 times a week instead of the previous 8 to 12. And it was getting into something of a rut. I mean, I was willing to try things, so we tried things to spice it up in the bedroom. We bought some toys, we watched porn together, we experimented with various jellies and lubes even tried a little bit of light bondage and of course, we tried anal.

“I bought some books and watched some videos and tried to learn how to Deep Throat so I could take his cock all away down and lick his balls while I sucked on it, like the porn stars seem to. But that just wasn’t enough.

“Then one day we asked a couple of our neighbors came over for dinner. Bob and Sally were about our age and we invited them over for dinner one weekend. After dinner, I was in the kitchen stacking the dishes and cleaning them up when Bob came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. He kissed the back of my neck and told me that it had been a wonderful dinner. He started massaging my neck and shoulders and oh god, it felt so good. I just put my hands on the edge of the sink and slumped a little bit to give him better access to my back. He chatted for a minute and then told me about how he and his wife were in an open marriage. I really wasn’t sure what that meant, so I asked and he said basically that they were what people would called swingers although they preferred to use the term ‘In the Lifestyle’.

“I was shocked but I didn’t want to show it, so I told him to go on. He said that he and his wife had watched us for a while and they thought we would be good candidates to join their group. It was a group of like-minded friends who get together to swap partners.

“While he was doing this he had been moving his hands down my back and was now massaging my ass and I have to admit it did feel good. I was starting to get really moist. My panties were getting wet from the feel of his hands. I must have given him some a sign to continue or at least didn’t I say no, because he pulled me close. He pulled my hips back until I could feel his erection resting between my ass cheeks. When I still didn’t say no, I guess that meant it was OK to continue because he ran his hands up and covered my breasts. I hadn’t noticed it but my nipples were sticking straight out like a couple of pencil erasers. As he touched them, I let out a moan. He kissed my neck behind my ear and whispered, ‘It sounds like you might be interested?’

“I was lost. My passion at that point, no my lust, was getting hold of me and all I could do was nod as he Beylikdüzü escort spun me around and he gave me a kiss. A long kiss and slowly slid his tongue into my mouth and I still didn’t say no. He finally broke the kiss and said, ‘Well let’s go see what’s going on out there. Sally is in the living room with Bill having the same discussion and let’s see how that turned out.’

“I nodded and holding my hand we went side-by-side over to the doorway that led to the living room. I stopped frozen looking at what I could see there. Bill was lying almost prone on the couch, his pants around his ankles and Sally was sucking furiously on his cock. She had peeled her top off and unhooked her bra, so her breasts were bouncing as she bobbed up-and-down on his dick.

“The two of us stood in the doorway watching. I was almost totally unaware of what was going on around me, but Bob had started unbuttoning my shirt and when he got to the skirt, his hands found the zipper, slid it down and like magic, it dropped to the floor. Bob slid his hands up my back to unhook my bra and then wrapped his hands around cupping my bare breasts. I just shivered and let out a low moan. Bill didn’t hear it. He was in enthralled with Sally’s mouth around his cock, but Sally heard it and looked up. She gave a thumb’s up. I’m not sure if it was to Bob or to me. Bob reached up and pulled the shirt and my bra off, which left me standing only in my panties and my shoes.

“I stood there in the doorway paralyzed and fascinated watching Sally’s head bobbing up-and-down on my husband’s cock. Bob had stepped behind me and I heard a sound. Glancing down I could see his pants on the floor as he stepped out of them a second later.

He had hooked his thumbs into my panties and slowly slid them to the floor where I automatically stepped out of them. Bob stood up and I could feel his naked cock pressed against my ass cheeks. I was so wet, I could feel it running down the inside of my thighs but all I could think about was how badly I wanted that cock inside me.

“As we watched Sally slowly pulled her mouth off of Bill’s dick and started to kiss him all the way up as she climbed up onto the couch and straddled him.

“As she was working on sliding Bill’s cock inside, Bob pulled my hips back and pushed my shoulders forward until I was holding on to the back of the easy chair next to the doorway. I know what was going to happen next and oh God I wanted it. Despite our wedding vows, our pledging to each other, none of that mattered anymore. I just wanted his cock. He teased me with it for just a moment rubbing the head back-and-forth upon my wet and slippery lips.

“As he rubbed himself back-and-forth I waited, shivering as that cock head slid from the back to rub onto my clit and back again. When he pulled back along my pussy lips, he lined up with my cunt hole and I pounced. I slid myself backwards and forced him into me. Oh God it felt good.

“I could see Bill sliding this cock in-and-out of Sally. He was fucking her furiously. And I wanted the same. As I felt Bob entering me I let out a loud moan. This time Bill heard me and he looked over. His eyes got big but he never stopped fucking Sally. It wasn’t long until the 4 of us were moaning and groaning. And when Sally let out a shriek, we knew she was coming. That started Bob coming inside me and I moaned with my orgasm just beginning as the first spurts of his man juice hit my cervix.

“Loud moans out let it be known that I was coming and Bill started to spurt inside of Sally. She let us know as she counted them out. Well to make a long story a little bit shorter, that night we became swingers.

“Bill fucked Sally one more time and I fucked Bob. I pushed him to the floor and rode him until we both came. Actually I must have come about 6 or 7 times but who’s counting? After that we decided it was time to say good night. We helped gather their things and we put on just enough clothes to go to the door and wave them good bye. Once the door was shut, we turned to each other and tore, literally tore, those few clothes off and we fucked on the floor in the hallway.

“When we were done we got up and showered and he fucked me again and we fell into bed and he dipped his cock into my pussy and got it wet and smeared pussy juice all over my asshole and he fucked me in the ass.

“Oh my God, it was so good we must have fucked least twice every day for the rest of that week. And on Friday night, I got a call from Sally. She asked how we were doing. I said we are unbelievable. Before she could even ask I said, ‘We must have fucked every day since last Friday at least twice. What you have done for marriage is just so unbelievable, we don’t have the words to express our gratitude.’

“She giggled and said they were the same way their first time too.

“We chatted for a little bit and then she casually mentioned that they were going to have a party for a few of their friends and it would probably turn into a swinging party at some point. She wanted to know if we would like to come over.

“Oh Escort Beylikdüzü my God I jumped at the chance. I asked when it was. What we could bring? What was the dress code going to be? Was every guy hung like Bob? She started laughing as I was just peppering her with questions. She said not to worry about it, just treat it like a regular cocktail party and let it go from there. She said it was going to be in 2 weeks and that we might want to hold off on fucking for the last few days before the party so that Bill’s stamina would be up to the task.

“She also asked if we had any Viagra. I said no. She said, ‘That’s OK, Bob has some spares because there’s a good chance that Bill would need some before the end of the night.’

“After I hung up with Sally I walked into the living room, grabbed Bill and threw him on the floor and sat on his face and made him eat me until I came. Well to be fair, I did unzip his pants and suck his cock and until he blew a load of cum down my throat.

“After we were done, I swung around and lay down next to him on the floor and told him about the party. I could feel his cock swelling in my hand, the idea of a sex party really, really got him hot.

“Both of us could barely contain ourselves as we waited for the night of the party. We did however take Sally’s advice and refrain from sex for almost 5 days before of the party. Bill was ready to explode. The night of the party got ourselves ready and showered together and as hard as it was I refrained from jumping his cock.

“As Sally had said, the party was very much like any other cocktail party we all sat around making small talk and drinking until 10 when the kitchen timer went off.

“At that point Sally came out and said that it was clothes optional from here on out. She started things off by pulling her top off exposing her large and beautiful breasts and grabbing Bill, dragging him out into the dancing part of the living room.

“At that point they proceeded to do a very nasty slow dance with her rubbing her breasts on his chest and bending over letting him dry hump her beautiful ass. As the song finished, she pulled his head down and pushed one of her hard nipples into his mouth. I found out later that by this group’s rules, the hostess of the party traditionally got to have the first dance with anyone she wanted after 10pm and then the dance floor was open for anyone again. At that point I looked around and saw several other people stepping out on to the dance floor in various stages of undress. This included one couple who hadn’t arrived together, stepping out completely naked.

“It wasn’t long before one of the other gentleman, I think his name was Greg came over to cup one of my breasts and asked me if I wanted a tour of the bedroom. At this point I’d have done anything for a cock, so of course I said yes. The first bedroom we found was already occupied there were two couples fucking sideways on the bed with another couple standing at the foot of the bed with the gentleman burying his cock deep into his partner.

“So we moved on to the next bedroom. There was only one other couple in there. She was giving him very slow sexy blow job. So Greg asked if I minded if we joined them on the bed. The gentleman overheard and waved his hand and said, ‘Feel free. Always happy to have more. The more the merrier.’

“So Greg and I stood there kissing and making out like a couple of horny teenagers as he undressed me it wasn’t that hard it was a simple pullover dress and he just had to reach down and literally pulled it over my head and drop it to the floor. Unlike most of the women, I had actually worn a bra and felt rather uncomfortable about that but that’s OK. Greg said that he loved unwrapping packages. So shortly after arriving in the bedroom the 2 of us were both naked. I slid down and started giving Greg a blow job. His dick was longer and thicker than Bill’s so I couldn’t quite Deep Throat him but I at least took him into the back of my throat and ran my tongue around while I sucked on it. He stopped me after a minute and said that I’d better get into bed or he was gonna blow his load in my mouth. Since I really wanted a dick inside me I was more than happy to lie up on the bed.

“I scooted forward to make sure that I was just at the very edge of the side of the bed lying next to the gentleman who was getting the blow job. Greg didn’t waste any time. He said he was very close to coming, so he slid up and rubbed his cock back-and-forth between my pussy lips getting his dick wet. I couldn’t wait, so I pulled him into me and as I did so, the gentleman getting the blow job leaned over and started sucking on my tit. I have to admit that made me very hot, having 2 men making love to me.

“As I suspected, Greg didn’t last very long but it was long enough to get me off my first orgasm of the night. I felt his cock swelling and spurting inside me and I came.

“Shortly after he came, Greg slipped out of me and he bent down and began to eat me. For me, this was a new experience. Bill loved to eat me but he would never do it after he had come inside me. So having somebody actually stick their tongue down there while there was cum oozing out of me was a new experience. And Greg knew how to eat pussy. He made me come three more times before I picked his head up and kissed him.

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At age eighteen I was really pissed off at the world. I was pissed at my Mom because I caught her screwing Uncle Ralph; her brother. I was pissed at my boyfriend because he wanted to screw my mother. So I ran off to live with my Grandma Dollar. Oh, sure I know it was only six blocks away and I went to the same school but I did not have to stay under the same roof as all those sex nuts. The day after I turned nineteen I joined the service.

That was twenty two years ago and now at age forty-one I am retired and ready to return to civilian life. I never went back home once I left and only kept up on family matters through Gram and she died two years ago. So for two years I have had no contact with my fucking family.

I was discharged at eight o’clock on the morning of September eight. The first thing I did was trot on down to the local Ford dealer and buy me a new F-150 pick up truck. I always heard guys down south just loved Gals with a pick’m up truck.

I parked on the street in front of what was my Grams house and is now my house. At first I had told the realtor to put it up for sale. But after a long hassle with buyers that wanted to steal it I took it off the market and decide to live here myself.

Resting my ass on the front fender I looked up at the three story monster. It looked so gloomy all boarded up and dirty. No life in a house makes it look dull in a hurry. Maybe I could change that.

My idea was this. There is now a four year college just six blocks from this house. Where the college is now was only a field when I left town. So I thought fix it, up chop it up into small one bedroom apartments and open it up for renters. I was thinking “Girls Only” but they tell me I can not do that. If I am going to rent to the public then I have to rent to any one. But even at that the Lady from the reality office said I could still be very selective. So we will see as we get closer to opening day.

My attention was returned to the present as a young man on a bike stopped and Said “HI” He introduced himself as Paul Strong and he sure looked strong. Well over six foot a shock of dark hair hanging down over one eye. A smile as big as they come and a white T-shirt pulled tight around the chest of a weight lifter.

Even though I was more than twenty years his senior, he was eighteen and strangely enough gave me a little tingle where girls tingle and this woke me up. “Hi” I returned his hail. He looked at me and asked if I was going to buy the place. I said “No. I already own it. It’s is my home.” His smile broadened and again I got this little tingle that a “LADY” should not get. But who is a lady any way.

Ten minutes later I hired Paul and his buddy sight unseen to come around on Saturday and help me clean the house out. This was Thursday, so I had two days to talk with a contractor, and find myself a room to stay in, in the mean time.

A motel would have been nice enough. Then I remembered a Bed and Breakfast out on the edge of town. It surprised me to see it was still there. A little old lady met me in the lobby. She remembered my Grandma and was happy to rent me a room until the house was livable. Miss Grace was near eighty and was helped around the B&B by her Granddaughter Garnet Rose. What a nice name.

Garnet Rose was near my age and she had a son Rupert; home from college staying with her during the summer. The product of a few years of marriage and a long nasty divorce Rupert stays with one parent and them the other so he will be here of a few months.

Rupert took my bags up to a nice room facing the back yard while I had tea with Garnet Rose and Miss Grace in the parlor. I got twenty years of gossip in one hour flat. Garnet Rose told me there was a couple arriving later today and she would put them at the other end of the up stairs hall. With a wink she whispered they were newly weds. I gave her an all knowing grim and went up to my room.

My room had its own shower while the other rooms up on the second floor used a joined bathroom. Everything was all white, pink and blue and spotless. My bed was a large bed without being a full sized king. The window faced a large shaded yard and well kept I might add. I could see between the trees there was a fountain pumping water up about ten feet into the air it was lovely. I would go down there later and sit by this fountain and read. My; what a lovely place.

Stripped to the bare bones I looked at my aging body in a full length mirror. I guess for my age I was in better shape then other women my age. Of course I had never given birth either. My tummy was flat, legs long and strong from running. Waist small; hips well lets not go there. Sure they had beefed up a little over the last year. But my rear is till firm and I can hold a pencil between the cheeks.

The face is not the prettiest around but I have had my share of suitors or just a bunch of guys that wanted to get laid. Guess it is all in the way one looks at it.

The hair is brown this month, my true color. It matches the batch. I keep Beylikdüzü escort it shoulder length and curled under at the neck. You know the military way. But that will change soon, maybe. I ran my hands down along my hips and let my fingers come together at a point between my hips . I had not been laid or masturbated in a couple of weeks and as I looked at my self naked I remembered Mr. Paul Strong and my fingers tips dug into my bush to find a swollen clitoris. Fifteen minutes later I felt better as I got off the bed and went to the shower.

Saturday came and I was parked at the house bright and early. The contractor was there waiting. He was a thick chest-ed man about fifty something. Burly and yet surprising soft voiced. We walked around the house for an hour. He talked city code and restrictions and all I saw was money flying out the window. The heating system was too old, the plumbing needed a lot of work. By law if I were to convert this house into apartments I needed to meter the electric and put in a special water meter too. The numbers were just getting too big for me to calculate so I sat my ass down on the floor in the kitchen and started to cry.

What the fuck was this all about I never cry. But here I was doing the fucking female thing. Charles Day was his name and he was really a nice guy. He said “Look at it this way you’re going into business and this is only an investment which will in time pay for its self. With a rate of return that will put you in a higher tax bracket.” He had me laughing in no time and when he left me standing there with a estimate in hand I was still laughing. He had left me a note written on his business card. “Come as you are, dinner at eight to the address on the front.”

He did not elaborate but I got the feeling this dinner was for a few friends that could maybe get me started on the road to being a business woman in town.

Paul and his buddy Durk showed up. Again I got that feeling of being slightly aroused by his mere presents. I looked at this young strong man and wondered what the fuck was wrong with me. So I had masturbate thinking of him that was no reason for a trooper like me to get involved in a sexual way with any one this young but he surely had a strange drain on me. After a ten minute talk about what I wanted and expected in return for my money I left. I needed to get out of there and go have a beer.

Being near lunch I drove up the hill behind the town park to come out at the “Bessy Dew” inn and restaurant. I went into the bar side and asked if I could eat at the bar and the bartender said “Sure”

A thick beef sandwich in front of me and a cold one in my hand I started to feel better. A second beer got me even more relaxed and I let my self think about all that had to be done to get the house ready to rent. That reminded me of my young hired help. This was really ridiculous the way I was getting turned on by this kid. But here I was wet panties and all nearly ready to go off the deep end. This was not my style.

I had been around men and young boys for twenty years. I had let a few guys clean my clock from time to time. But there was never any feeling to it. I got horny and had it fixed that was all there was to it. But this, this feeing of imitate need from one single person was something new to me. I wondered why Paul, why such a young guy. But most of all I wondered what was coming over me. It was a strange feeing and I was not sure if I liked it or not.

I waved at the bartender and pointed at the empty setting in front of me. He shook his head and slashed a finger across this throat. I knew of course he was right in cutting me off but it still pissed me off. I dropped a couple of bills on the bar and made my way out into the sun light. God all mighty it was bright and damn near blinding. The parking lot was crushed gravel and I was stumbling on every large piece. I had parked my truck in the shade under an oak tree. I dropped my keys a few times before I got the door open. I made it up into the seat. I was about to put the key in the ignition when a hand reached across relieving me of my keys.

“Hey shit head what the fuck do you think you’re doing.” I cried out turning my head.

“What kind of talk was this for a lady?” My eyes focused slowly and I saw a round faced man standing by the open door.

“Not today young lady. You can get a room and sleep it off or I’ll drive you home our choice.” He said.

“Well asshole how about this, I call the cops and have your fucking ass arrested? Ok, smart ass what about that?” My words were maybe not as clear as I wanted them to be but he got the idea. He also lifted his hand to show me a County Mounty badge. I got out followed him to his car and he drove me to the house.

It was late but Paul was still there waiting for me. The cop turned my keys over to Paul and I was sentenced to house arrest for twenty four hours. Unofficial of course. Paul led me through the house and out the back door to his car. He asked me where I was staying but I was Beylikdüzü escort now too sleepy to answer.

When I woke it was pitch dark and I was naked under a sheet on a bed that was not of my choosing. I sat up to let my eyes adjust to the darkness. After a bit I could make out a form sitting in a chair by the bed. I found the light switch on the night stand and turned it on. Paul was sitting there sound asleep. He was in shorts only no shirt. My eyes were drawn to his crotch which was pushed up like a tent. Nothing else went through my head except that I want to suck his cock. I’ll blame it on my being still drunk but that is what I wanted and that is what I did.

Paul tried to jump up and move but I had him pined down as I ripped open his shorts and gobbled his cock. Paul is a fast study and he relaxed quickly and let me do my thing. I gave the kid the best blow job I had ever given in my life and he was not long on with holding my prize. He cum and I sucked him dry licking and milking his cock of every drop. I let his cock slip from my mouth and slowly fell back on the bed.

When I woke the second time I was alone and the sun was up. Paul left me a note and my keys. The note was his cell phone number but I did not call. I needed to get this crap straight in my head before I tried to see him again. I was completely naked and my only guess was that Paul had put me to bed. So he had seen all my charms. I wondered if he liked what he saw.

A call for a taxi got me to my truck. A few minutes later I was in my room showering. I had missed my dinner engagement last night. Come to think of it I had missed the whole night well except for that few minutes of lust filled pleasure.

The shower felt really good. Of course I had my finger pressed to my clitoris. This helped me get my mind on why I had gotten drunk in the first place. I was having one of my horny periods. I needed to get over it and get on with the job at hand.

It felt good to walk around the room naked dripping water every where. The room was air conditioned but it was September so I opened the window and let the breeze cool me off. The sun was around the other side of the house so my window was in the shadows.

I looked down into the back court yard to see Garnet Rose and her son Rupert walking hand in hand toward the fountain. I thought that was nice a son holding his mother’s hand. But I got a feeling it was something more than a mother son relationship.

Paul was young enough to be my son. I had never had time for children. So maybe my oral sex dance with Paul may have been some kind of Freudian kinky sex thing for not having had children.

I watched as mother and son stood behind a high fence covered with leafy green vines. No one on the ground could see them but I could from here high above them.

Rupert took his mother into his arms and kissed her on the mouth. Her arms came up locking around his neck. His hands were all over her full breasts caressing them rather harshly. Garnet Rose seemed to be in a dream state of lust and pleasure as Rupert lifted his skirt to cup her ass cheeks in both hands. They rubbed and rolled their bodies together as if they were naked.

Rupert backed away and Garnet Rose quickly unzipped his shorts and pulled his cock free. It was fully erect and it was quite a nice one too. I could tell that even from here. Mother was no stranger to this cock as she rolled it between her hands pulling and working it with an expert touch. Rupert watched as his mother went to her knees and took his cock deep into her mouth. Rupert took two hands full of his mother’s hair pulling her face closer as he rammed his hips forward driving his cock down her throat. He was cumming and I was fingering my cunt as fast as he was fucking his mothers’ mouth. He cum, I cum and crashed to the floor my fucking legs were useless. I laid there crumpled in a twisted mass for the longest time. What I had witnessed was the most erotic thing I had ever seen in my life. Mother giving her son a fucking blow job out in the open garden. Could that have added to their pleasure the thrill of maybe being caught?

I stumbled to the bed. I had to get laid and very soon. I was getting out of control.

It was late afternoon before I made it out of the room and over to the house. Charles Day was just coming out on the porch. He nailed up a permit and told me his crew would start working Monday. He asked me about last night and I just blurted out that I got drunk and slept it off at a friends. His smile was enough. He was a wise man and knew when to talk and when to keep his mouth shut.

Mr. Day repeated his offer for dinner at his place the next night and this time I said I would make it come hell or high water. He left and I entered the house. Mr. Day had marked some walls with a larger chalked X and written instruction on other. I liked this older man and thought he was going to do a good job for me. I had no idea at the time just how good a job he was going to do.

Tomorrow was Sunday Escort Beylikdüzü and even though I was not much of a church go-er I thought it might be a nice place to start meeting the locals and get acquainted. But that is tomorrow and there was still tonight to get through.

I slipped on a short skirt, a low cut blouse and a push up bra then I was ready to revisit the Bessy Dew Inn. I did not stop to eat I went straight to the bar. The bartender was not the same one so I did not have to explain myself. The bar had a short three stool section where it turned back onto the wall. I took the seat on the corner.

After a drink and some self searching I started to feel like a whore on the prowl. No matter how discussed I was with my self I was still horny and my cunt was wet. As I tipped up my glass I once again saw Rupert and his mother in the garden. I had sucked off my young friend Paul and after watching the afternoon show I was in bad need of some kind of sexual pleasure. Just then a man came up and stood next to me. I looked up to see Mr. Day. He was dressed in a suit and I must say he looked quite handsome. I thought for a second he was going to hit on me but instead he asked me to join him and his wife another couple at there table. I did not feel like being social but could not figure a nice way to get out of it so I allowed my self to be cajoled into joining them.

Mr. Day introduced me to his wife first, Junie was much younger then Day and she was a looker at that. Junie was a bottle blonde, with a body like I wish I had. Her low cut neck line showed more breasts then mine did. When she offered me her hand I took it and was surprised to feel her grip was strong and her eyes were on fire. I shivered as I took my hand back.

I was then introduced to a Lind and Fred an older couple but they also seemed to exude a feeling of sexual power that was near tantamount to a hypnotic force. I was chilled and overwhelmed with a burning sensation all at the same time. I sat between Junie and Linda and I felt as if I had just been caged with a couple of wild tigers or maybe a pair of wild cats ready to eat me alive. “Oh, my God what had I got myself into.” My brain was screaming and my body desired to touch me. I needed another drink.

Junie leaned across to say something to Mr. Day and as she did she placed a hand on my thigh. Her hand was warm smooth and very exciting. I looked at Mr. Day and for some unknown reason I remembered my mother in bed with her brother and his bare ass bouncing up and down between my mother’s legs.

Sure I had fucked and sucked a few guys in my twenty year career as an Army enlistee. But none were related to me. But here I was between two half assed lesbians even though they were both married and I was thinking of some thing that happened over twenty years ago. Why was that?

I leaned forward and said to Mr. Day “Do you know your wife has a finger in my pussy?”

He leaned close and said “I only wish it were my dick in your pussy. How would you like that?”

I am a lousy drunk because the next thing I knew I was in a room up stairs somewhere in the Inn. Junie was nude on the bed and I was nude on my back with my ass close to the edge of the bed and Mr. Day was standing between my legs and I felt a stiff dick probing my wet pussy. I blinked trying to get my head on straight when Junie wiggled over and straddled my face. I never did a girl to girl thing but at the moment it seemed like a good idea.

Old Mr. Day was giving me a pretty good fuck so I thought why not. I lift my face up between Junie’s legs and licked my first pussy in my forty years. But it gave me a little thrill to feel her shiver as I ran my tongue along her pussy lips. This was really not that bad in fact it was kind of exciting. So I worked my tongue in her pussy and I felt Day ram me a little harder. I licked faster and Day fucked me faster. Day and his wife were face to face and even though I could not see I knew they were smiling and enjoying each others pleasure.

I got my face washed with a warm splash of female cum, I got my cunt filled with male cum and I gave as good as I got. But I lost out on what ever came next because I was passed out.

When I woke I was all by my self in a clean bed and the morning sun was just peaking in around drawn shades. I got up and went to the B&B to my own bed. I slept until noon and some how I only remembered the smile on my face as it was washed with female bodily fluids. I had enjoyed licking my first pussy and thought next time I’ll not be drunk and I’ll remember it all.

Arriving at the house I saw Paul’s bike resting again he front porch. Mr. Day’s truck was parked in the drive and there was a loud noise coming from the house. It sounded like they were ripping out a wall and none too carefully. But I felt sure Mr. Day knew what he was doing. There were plastic sheets hanging all over the place I guess to keep down the dust and dirt from flying around.

As I came to the head of the stairs on he second floor Mr. Day cane up and took me by the arm. “Darling you better see this.” He said as he pulled me down the hall. “One of the guys found this about an hour ago. I have kept every one away until I got a chance to talk to you.” He seemed concerned yet he had a smile on his face.

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Sharon was in a great mood. As executive director of WTYT, she finally had Joe the Weatherman where she wanted him. Joe you see, was the newest and handsomest member of the WTYT community. Six foot four and 200 pounds, he had a slightly nerdy, clean cut look that was very appealing. Scott, his 19 year old intern, was almost a miniature Joe, about six foot two and equally handsome. Sharon could tell by the way both men walked they had larger than average endowments. They consistently wore white dress shirts which showed their white tank tops underneath, which really turned her on. She also assumed they wore boxer shorts, since all the young men at WTYT chose them as their favorite type of underwear. She was determined to get both men down to their boxers and watch them thrust their dicks in and out of each other’s shorts and then suck off each other…another one of her top fantasies she had seen in a bisexual flick she had rented.

As luck would have it, an opportunity presented itself almost immediately. Joe and Scott were caught smoking weed in the staff boardroom, an action strictly against company policies. They could have both easily been terminated, but Sharon had other ideas….she had sent a memo to both men instructing them to meet her at her home at 6 PM the following day. Sharon didn’t dare risk anything on the set of WTYT, and besides, she needed complete privacy for her fantasy to flower.

Joe and Scott were extremely nervous. They both figured they would be fired, and had no other job lined up. They were pretty much willing to do anything, but never dreamed of what Sharon had in store for them! The next day passed pretty much uneventfully. Joe and Scott avoided Sharon all day, then drove to her place in separate cars, thinking of ways to convince her to keep them on the payroll. They knocked on the door timidly, with beads of sweat already collecting on their foreheads.

Sharon opened the door quickly.

“Ah, gentlemen, thank you for coming. I’ve been looking forward to this evening. Why don’t you sit down on the sofa?” Joe and Scott uneasily made their way to the oversized plush sofa, as Sharon sat on a love seat directly opposite from them.

“I’ll get right to the point. Smoking weed on company facilities is enough to get you immediately terminated!”

“Please” Joe begged “Give us another chance.”

“Yeah” Scott said, “We’ll do anything you say for a whole year!”

“Anything?” Sharon looked at both men quizzically.

“Well, Joe said offhandedly “We won’t get naked.”

Scott chuckled but Sharon remained dead serious.

“That won’t be necessary…but I do need to see you both undress to your underwear.”

“OUR UNDERWEAR??” Joe was incredulous and immediately started to turn beet red.

“But I never….we never” Scott was at a loss for words.

“There’s istanbul escort always a first time for everything” Sharon was grinning widely. “Those suits look far too hot. Scott, since you are Joe’s intern, you need to undress him right now.”

Scott hands began to shake “P-p-please don’t make me do that!!”

“Well, I guess I will start filling out the termination papers” Sharon said in a businesslike way.

“N-nooo!” Joe decided he was going to have to speak for Scott as well as himself. “We’ll….We’ll do it!” He looked down at the ground helplessly.

“Good choice” Sharon was exultant “Scott you go first and undress Joe nice and slow.”

Scott and Joe both rose from the couch. The hapless intern untied Joe’s shoes and gently took them off. He then peeled down Joe’s black dress socks. Joe removed his own jacket while Scott started to work on the buttons of his shirt. After what seemed like an eternity, Scott pushed the shirt off Joe’s shoulders, revealing his snow white A-shirt. Then he kneeled down right in front of Joe’s basket. With shaking hands, he undid Joe’s belt and lowered his zipper. Joe gave a loud grunt as his pants slowly dropped to his ankles. He was wearing full cut baby blue boxer shorts, and his eight inch endowment was clearly visible pressing against the right leg.

“Well done Scott” Sharon’s panties were getting quite wet, but the best was yet to come! “Now, Joe, you need to undress Scott.”

Joe very awkwardly removed Scott’s shoes and socks, swearing under his breath the whole time. He then made short shrift of Scott’s jacket and shirt, leaving him in a stark white A-shirt similar to his own. He quickly undid Scott’s belt and zipper, and his dress slacks fell to a heap at his feet. Scott sported plaid full cut boxer shorts, and his half hard dick protruded slightly from the fly opening. Sharon was so aroused by the sight of the two handsome guys in their underwear, she almost came. But she composed herself as she coldly made her next command.

“OK, that’s good, but we’re not finished. I want to see what your dicks look like.”

Both men groaned loudly. “Come on Sharon”, Joe pleaded “this isn’t fair.”

“Anything I want is fair” Sharon’s eyes fluttered “now, take them out!”

Both men very awkwardly reached into the flies of their boxer shorts and took out their half hard cocks. Joe’s was about 4 inches in that state, while Scott’s was barely 3 inches.

“Not bad, but I want to see them hard. Have you gentlemen ever tried ‘boxer thrusting’?”

Joe nodded in complete shame. “I did it once at a frat party when everyone got drunk and we were all stripped to our boxers.”

Scott nervously interjected “yeah, and I did it once with a high school buddy in gym class when everyone else was outside.”

“Good” Sharon started to frig şişli escort herself in anticipation of the lewd act. “I want Joe to put his cock in Scott’s boxers and Scott at the same time put his cock in Joe’s boxers. Then jab them back and forth.”

The two men looked at each other apologetically but knew it was hopeless to argue. Joe advanced slowly to where Scott was standing, and pushed his half hard dick into the wide boxer fly. At the same time Scott’s burgeoning erection entered Joe’s ample boxer slit. The two men let out loud grunts as their dicks made contact. Then they slowly but surely established a distinct rhythm as they thrusted their dicks into each other’s boxers. Joe’s groans and moans became higher pitched as his jabbing action caused his prick to go deeper and deeper into Scott’s boxer shorts. As for Scott, his eyes were tightly shut as he swore and moaned freely as the sensations became more and more intense. After about 2 minutes of frantic boxer thrusting, Sharon blew a small whistle. “OK, that’s enough, now take them out.”

The two men slowly separated, breathing heavily. As Sharon had predicted, their cocks were absolutely rock hard, Joe’s easily topping out at eight inches while Scott’s was a little smaller at about seven. “Wow, nice hard dicks guys, but I can’t let them go to waste. Scott, kneel before Joe,please.”

“W-h-h-a-a-t-t-t-” Scott stuttered, suddenly aware of what he was going to have to do.

“That’s right Scott, I want you to play skin flute on Joe’s cock until he cums in your mouth.”

“I-I-I c-c-can’t” Scott started to cry “I n-n-n-ever…”

Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do fine. Besides, Joe’s never had a blow job, right?”

Joe turned seven shades of crimson as he reluctantly nodded. Although he was 23, he had never found a girl who would service him.

“Now pull Joe’s balls out of his boxers and lick them. Then slowly make your way up the shaft.”

Scott’s hands were shaking so violently, he could barely manuever Joe’s ample meatballs out of his boxers. He leaned forward and stuck his tongue out. Joe let out a moan of ecstasy as Scott slowly bathed first his left ball, then his right testicle with his spit. Scott was surprised at how much he enjoyed the taste of his mentor’s ballsacs. He became more adventurous, sticking his tongue further back and enjoying Joe’s groans and moans as they got higher pitched. After 2 exquisite minutes in which every nook and cranny of Joe’s balls were explored, Scott opened his mouth as wide as possible and swallowed Joe’s prickhead in one gulp. Joe let out a loud scream that could have been heard a mile away as Sharon had her first orgasm. Scott slowly but surely put inch after delicious inch of Joe’s tasty cock into his mouth, thrusting as deeply as possible as Joe let out a series of howls. The Weatherman jacked mecidiyeköy escort off with his prick sticking out of his boxers every morning, but had never been blown in them, his hottest sexual activity so far.

Joe tried to hold back, but knew a huge load was just moments away. Sharon apparently sensed this too, as she gently pulled Scott off of Joe’s spit covered prick.

“I don’t want you to cum yet Joe, we have a job to do.”

“We-e-e-e-?” Scott was incredulous.

“That’s right Scott, Joe and I are going to take turns deep throating you” Sharon beamed.

“B-i-i-t-t-c-c-h-h-” Scott stammered “This is unbelievable.”

Sharon quickly walked over to the rock-hard Scott and pulled his medium sized meatballs out of his boxers. Then she bathed them with her tongue as Scott moaned and grunted into oblivion. Sharon soon turned her attention to Scott’s shaft, throating 5, 6, and ultimately 7 inches of hard dick down her willing throat. Scott almost fainted, as in his 19 years had been given only a few quick blowjobs, nothing like this. After Scott almost reached the boiling point, Sharon let his dick slip from his mouth. “OK, Joe, it’s your turn.”

Joe very slowly took Scott’s dickhead in his mouth and got about 2 inches in before he pulled back. Then, he plunged 3, 4, and then 5 inches of Scott’s tubesteak in his hot cavern as his intern moaned loudly with lust. Sharon and Joe started to alternate throating Scott’s wang, Sharon easily taking all 7 inches while Joe got about 5 inches in before gagging. As for Scott, he was in such ecstasy he almost passed out. Like Joe, Scott loved to masturbate with his 7 incher poking out of his boxers but being blown in them was the ultimate in terms of pleasurable sensations.

Although he tried to hold back, the effect of the double blow job was just too much. Scott let out a loud scream, and started to blast off huge loads of sperm. “I’M GOING TO POP! ARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!”

At the same time, the thrill of sucking his mentor’s cock brought Joe the Weatherman over the edge. “TTTTHHHHIIISSSS IS ITTTTTTTTTTT! YYYYYYEEEEEAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! GGGGGGOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDD!”

Joe’s sperm splashed everywhere, on Scott’s thighs, cock, and boxers, as Sharon swallowed Scott’s ample seed. Then, the three unlikely participants collapsed on the floor, completely spent. Sharon was the first to speak, still marveling at the way the two men’s flaccid cocks and balls looked poking out of their cute boxers.

“OK Gentleman, I will rip this incident report up and no one will ever know what happened. But, I think you enjoyed this experience, so if you smoke weed again, I will have to think of something less pleasurable.”

Sharon winked at the two men, who were still practically hyperventilating. Joe and Scott were too tired to think straight, but both were totally surprised how intense their first same-sex experience was. Tomorrow at the office was going to be interesting…how could all three of them work side by side again and act “normally?”

to be continued…..comments welcome!

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High By The Beach

The same Tuesday night that Nick got pounded in the parking lot, he went home to see if either Matt or Francis had updated their status on facebook. Nothing. He looked around at his dirty room, realizing that he’d have to start packing soon for his trip to California. He was excited to see his older brother, Scott, who was telling him about a party on his first night there.

But then, making Nick jump, his cellphone buzzed. He was quick to take it out and stare, mouth-open, at who it was. Matt had finally texted him back.

‘hey. i’m free for a bit thursday night. got an excuse to leave the house. wanna go to the lake together?’

Nick couldn’t believe it. Matt was asking to take him somewhere. Not to simply fuck, but on an actual date. But he calmed himself down, remembering not to get his hopes up. It wasn’t a date. It was just two dudes hanging out. As friends. At least, that was what Nick thought was going to happen.

Twenty minutes later, in order not to look desperate, Nick text him back. ‘sure, sounds fun. do you wanna meet there?’

Matt replied back within five minutes. ‘no it’s cool, i’ll pick you up at five. give me your address.’

Nick couldn’t believe what was happening. He texted Matt his address, and lied down on his bed, staring at the ceiling in shock. He was going to hang out with Matt again. Whether it was a date or not, it was at least something. However, he wasn’t exactly sure if this complicated things with Matt. He decided to let it go for the time being—they were just going to hang out, for now.

The whole next day, the day before his date, Nick wondered if Francis would text him back too. Nick was horny and he wondered if Francis would be willing to meet up, so he texted him. He didn’t like the response he got back.

‘sorry man, i’m having dinner with my family tonight. can’t make it today. another time, okay?’

He replied with a heavy heart. ‘yeah okay, no worries.’

Despite being disappointed, Nick was still glad that Francis was so nice about it. And there was also the face that tomorrow, Nick would be seeing Matt. Then, Nick got another text. It was Francis again.

‘but hey, my brother’s going out tomorrow. I can meet up with you then if you wanna hang.’

Nick wasn’t sure how to reply. He’d been presented a choice—hang out with Matt or Francis. He knew that meeting up with Francis would definitely lead to sex, but he had already promised to go out with Matt. It didn’t leave him with much of a choice. Hoping he wouldn’t regret it, Nick texted Francis back.

‘sorry i can’t tomorrow, i’ve got plans 🙁 next time though.’

Francis replied soon after. ‘yeah ok. see you later.’

Nick hoped he’d made the right decision.

On the day of his date, Nick didn’t touch himself—he wanted to save his sex drive for the possibility of a night with Matt. Nick spent the entire day cleaning himself and getting his best clothes ready. Since Francis had broken his only jockstrap, and Nick wasn’t willing to put on the dirty ones for Matt, he settled with a tight pair of briefs that made everything below his waist seem giant. They were a little tight, but he felt super sexy.

When his parents began asking questions, Nick simply told them he was going to small get-together with some kids from school. His parents, who had been wondering when he was finally going to make some friends, didn’t object at all.

At ten past five, a huge, black GMC Sierra rolled in front of Nick’s house. Nick had seen Matt’s car parked in their garage a while back, but it felt weird to see it parked right in front of his own house, waiting to pick him up. It was surreal. Nick tried to calm the panic rising in his chest. He was going to hang out with Matt again, and it was making him pretty nervous.

Nick walked slowly across his lawn and got into the passenger side of the truck. Matt greeted him with a charming smile, his perfect white teeth shining bright as ever, and a pink ball cap placed backwards over his short, beach blond hair. “Sup?” he said to him, his big tan arms bulging out of his small, sleeveless shirt. His bulky chest poked through the fabric, stretching it to the limit and riding up at his abs. He was so muscular and veiny that it made Nick’s mouth water just to look at him.

His perfect face looked up at him expectantly, and his bright blue eyes scanned him up and down, checking him out. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and as he sat in the driver’s seat, wide-legged, Nick could see the unmistakable bulge of his junk at the very front. His jeans were riding up on him.

“Hey,” Nick managed, taking in the musky, manly aroma of his truck. It was a mix between booze and sweat, which he didn’t exactly mind. He just thought that if the two of them were going on a date, the truck would be a little more clean. But, after all, Matt was still a regular guy. Nick closed the door behind him, staring at his feet.

“You look nice,” Matt said to him, turning back onto the street and driving istanbul escort off.

“Th-thanks. You too.”

Matt smiled, keeping his eyes on the road and scratching his crotch. “How’ve you been, little bro?”

“Good. Hanging out with friends,” he lied. “You?”

“Same. Spending a lot of time with my family.”

Nick dared to ask him. “How’s… Francis?”

“Oh, he’s great,” Matt smiled. “Been chillin with me and a few of my pals.”

Nick just wanted to know if Francis was trying to go out with girls again, which he kinda doubted after the text he’d received from him, but it didn’t hurt to know for sure. “Oh, cool.”

“You been to Somerville Lake before?” Matt asked him, stopping at a sign. He took the opportunity to look back at Nick and check him out.

“O-once. When I was a kid.”

Matt laughed. “Been a while, then?”

Nick managed to smile, trying to keep himself calm. He was just hanging out with Matt. Like friends. “Yeah. I was eight, I think.”

“Wow. Ten years. My brothers and I used to go there all the time. But when we got into high school and shit, we just went swimming in our river instead.”

Nick nodded. The images of the nude McCarthy boys skinny-dipping in the river together made his dick jump.

“Well, that’s where I’m taking you. It’ll be fun.”

He nodded again. “Just us?”

Matt looked back at him, making a right turn. “Yeah. Just us.”

There was a silence between them, but Matt tried to make it less awkward. “I mean, the lake’s surrounded by parks and shit, but we can find a private area to hang.”

‘Private’. That word stuck out to Nick. “Alright. Sounds good.”

“You eat dinner yet?”

Nick shook his head. “Nope.”

“Well, I brought stuff. We can have a picnic or something.”

Nick smiled. It was a date after all. It was funny to Nick that despite knowing Francis for a longer time, Matt was the one taking him out first. “What’d you bring?”

Matt continued driving. “Uh, some sandwiches, that pasta you like. Francis helped me make that.”

Nick looked at him. “What? He did?”

“Uh yeah. He knows I’m going on a date but… he doesn’t exactly know who.”

Nick was a bit confused. The two of them were definitely on a date, but Francis still had no idea. How long did Matthew expect to keep this a secret? Perhaps he ought to tell Francis himself. Francis did seem to be getting more comfortable with the idea of having sex with a guy… and ,aybe Francis really wouldn’t mind Matt hanging out with him.

“I also brought beer. Lots of beer. And some weed.”

Nick froze. “Hmm?”

“Uh, I also brought some weed. You ever smoke it before?”

He thought it was best to be honest. “N-no.”

“Ahh. So I’m corrupting you.”

Nick smiled. “No… I just never thought about using it, before.”

“Well you don’t need to worry. It’ll just be for me, then.”

“Okay. I’ll just eat all the pasta.”

Matt grinned. “I don’t know man, I can get pretty hungry. I’ll fight your for it.”

“No way!” Nick laughed.

They talked a bit more, driving for about twenty minutes before they rolled into a dirt parking area. They brought their stuff down to the shoreline, where there were big green trees keeping shade over the grass and no signs of any roads or people. It was a huge lake, and they had all to themselves. The sun was already beginning to go down and made the whole sky turn yellow. It was pretty romantic, and Nick wondered if Matt had planned for this on purpose.

They sat and ate for while, and Matt rolled a joint, smoking it like it was nothing and getting pretty comfortable. His blue eyes softened, and his big muscles relaxed. Matt scratched his pubes through his jeans and stared at Nick. Once he was done smoking, he asked him, “You wanna go for a swim?”

Nick frowned at him, admiring his perfect face and sweet, pink lips. “I-I didn’t bring any swimming clothes…” he mumbled, watching the stud’s eight pack of abs rise and fall underneath his tight shirt.

Matt just smiled back. “So? We can go in our underwear.”

“P-people won’t see us?”

Matt shrugged. “I’ve seen people get naked here. We’ll be fine, bro… there’s no one even around.”

Nick partly didn’t want to get in his underwear in fear of getting a boner in front of Matt. But he realized that he wouldn’t be able to see it that easy in the water, and there was the fact that Matt had already been hard for the major part of their date. “Okay, sure.”

Matt quickly got up, taking off his shirt like a giddy schoolboy. Nick watched his big arms rip the skinny shirt from over his head, exposing his thick, built pecs and his rippling, rigid abs. His broad, muscular shoulders scrunched up as he moved, making him look really big. His nipples were fat and hard, and his soft, hairless body gleamed in the sunlight coming down on him. As he stretched to take off his shirt, Nick could see the top of his blond pubes sticking out of his jeans, and the base şişli escort of his thick dick.

Nick looked away, doing some mental math to get rid of his stirring boner, and took off his own shirt. But he couldn’t help but notice when Matt took off his pants. He unbuttoned himself and pulled down his zipper. He took off his pants in a one movement, sticking his perky, fat ass in the air. He was wearing a tiny pair of boxers underneath. They were really short, almost to the point where Matt’s whole ass hung out of it, and his flaccid dick could stick out the end. His hard cock was already pushing at the fabric, begging for release.

As Matt bent over, the bottom of his boxers exposed parts of his ass, and the cloth clung to his skin. His huge, muscular thighs came down from the shorts, planting themselves powerfully in the ground. His v-lines were exposed and the shorts were so small that they revealed more of the base of his dick. His whole upper groin was basically out, pubes and all.

Matt pulled up his boxers a bit, making his ass looking fatter, and he stuck a hand down the front to fix his junk. He stuck his pubes down and shifted around his dick and balls. When he was done, Nick could clearly see the imprint of his dick, and what looked like his bulging nuts.

Nick looked away before Matt could catch him staring. He took off his own shorts to reveal a light-blue pair of briefs. He could feel Matt’s eyes burning a whole in his ass, staring down at him. Nick pretended to ignore him and anxiously folded up his clothes, putting them down on the blanket Matt had laid down for their picnic.

Matt pulled on his shorts once more, revealing a bit of his dick, and then wading slowly into the water. “C’mon, its really nice.”

Nick smiled at him, watching the jock lumber over awkwardly, holding his crotch in worry as the water came up to his waist. Nick did the same, bracing as the cool water hit his balls. It was definitely cold, but it was a nice relief from the hot, sweaty weather they’d been having recently.

Matt was rubbing some water on his chest. “Feel’s nice, doesn’t it?”

Nick smiled at him, watching his face. “Yeah, its good.”

Matt eyed him, and then sent a huge splash of water his way.

“Hey!” Nick yelled.

Matt giggled like a teenager, his deep voice making Nick horny. Matt ran away slowly through the water as Nick tried to splash him back.

“Get back here!” Nick laughed, trying to get him with another splash but missing by a foot. Despite being so big, Matt was fast.

“You can’t catch me, dumbass,” Matt laughed back, getting further away from shore and deeper into the lake.

Nick smirked. “Oh yeah?” He plunged himself into the water, swimming expertly towards him and grabbing the back of Matt’s shorts as he caught up. He exposed his ass accidentally as he pulled on them.

“Shit, how’d you swim that fast?” Matt grinned, his handsome face turning red with embarrassment as he pulled his shorts back up over his ass.

“I’m on the school swimming team,” Nick said, pushing some hair from his face.

Matt nodded, staring at him. “Ohhh, that would explain why you’ve got such a nice ass.”

Nick turned red too, smiling awkwardly. “Uh, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Matt then looked over to one of the islands nearby in the lake. “Race you to that island.”

Nick smiled, admiring his wet, bulging chest and his erect nipples. Water dripped down his smooth body and his cheeks were especially rosy, making him look so fucking cute. “You’re on.”

They both laughed and shouted as they raced to the island. Nick got there a few seconds before Matt, who’s swimming technique looked terrible. It made him look even cuter to not know what he was doing. Nick had the overwhelming urge to kiss him, and for Matt to hold him in a tight embrace. But he didn’t think it would happen.

Nick and Matt climbed onto the forested shore of the small island, relishing in the bright sunny rays that warmed their skin. Matt pushed his hair back and shook the water out of his ears, then he looked at Nick, standing abnormally close to him. “Come here,” Matt whispered.

Nick could feel Matt’s eyes looking directly at his face. He got even closer to him, their skin barely an inch apart, and their wet, soaking bulges brushing against each other slightly. Matt put his big, beefy arms around Nick’s waist, resting one hand in the back of his waistband, feeling the crack in his ass.

“Can I kiss you?” Matt asked. He raised his eyebrows, pursing his soft lips as he spoke. Nick felt so warm in his arms, and his soft, hairless skin was tight around his body.

Nick looked up at him, turning pink and nodding quickly. “Yeah.”

His lips came onto his face hard and fast, sucking on him. His hands pressed up on Nick’s ass, rubbing his cheeks. Matt breathed on him, pushing his growing bulge against Nick’s stomach and digging his nipples into Nick’s chest. Their skin was pressed tight against each other, and Matt licked the spit off Nick’s mecidiyeköy escort mouth, pressing hard on him. It felt so hot to have Matt so eager to kiss him, and that he so desperately wanted more—his dick was starting to stick through his wet underwear.

“Fuck, you’re a good kisser,” Matt said, finally taking his mouth off Nick to breathe.

Nick took in a gasp of air. “You’re just saying that.”

Matt gave him a horny smile back, saliva smeared across his mouth. “Maybe,” he joked. He then plunged his face back in, grabbing Nick’s leg with his rough hands and picking it up so it brushed against his side. He rubbed Nick’s ass, sticking his fingers through the wet cloth and squeezing his tight flesh. He grabbed handfuls, spanking him and spreading his cheeks apart. Then, he picked Nick up, lifting him into the air while his huge bulge settled beneath Nick’s.

Nick wrapped both his legs around Matt, letting the jock carry him further into the island, where the shade of the trees hid them from prying eyes. He could feel Matt’s dick pulsing right beneath his ass, and the big, muscular arms that carried him turned Nick on even more.

Matt laid him on the soft grass, piling on top of him and shoving his own groin up onto Nick’s ass. He still held onto him, kissing his mouth and then trailing down his neck, his chest, and down his faint happy trail…

“What are you doing…” Nick said, barely getting the words out. His eyes were closed and he was lost in the ecstasy of having Matt’s warm lips caress every spot on his body.

“I wanna fuck you.”

“Here? Someone will see us!”

“Fuck them. I don’t care. I just wanna feel you on my dick…” Matt mumbled. putting his lips over Nick’s wet briefs, where his cock was throbbing hard. “Tell me this isn’t what you want.”

“Yeah… I want this.”

Matt grinned again. Then, he put his lips to Nick’s crotch, kissing the leaking head of his penis through the cloth.

It felt like nothing he’d experienced—having someone kiss his dick yet tease him so badly at the same time. He had the urge to whip his cock out right then. But Matt did it for him. He began pulling down Nick’s underwear, snaking it through his legs and throwing them aside.

He kissed Nick’s member, putting his lips to the boy’s penis and pulling his foreskin down to expose his pink head. Nick sighed in ecstasy, rolling in the soft grass as the warm, wet mouth engulfed his hard shaft. Then, the hunk’s tongue began slurping at his piss-slit, licking the salty fluids that escaped his tip.

Nick could barely speak as the jock massaged the boner with his lips and big tongue. “Uhhnnn… Matt…”

“Mmmhmmm…” Matt smiled at him, downing Nick’s entire cock and letting the head hit the back of his throat.

“I wanna blow you…” Nick said to him. “Sixty-nine.”

Matt suddenly stopped, looking up at Nick with cum and spit running down his mouth. “Yeah?” His voice was horny, and he was teasing Nick with his eyes.

Nick nodded, still feeling the jolts of pleasure run up his spine as Matt’s hands continued to stroke his dick. “Yeah.”

“Alright then, I’m down.”

Nick watched as the stud turned around, putting his face to the teenager’s crotch and showing off his wet, bubbly ass to him. He was still wearing his wet, tight boxers but it didn’t take much imagination to see what was underneath. The hunk laid down on his side, letting Nick pull at his underwear to expose his big, veiny cock.

“Mmmm…” Matt moaned, as he felt Nick’s soft fingers graze over his pink head. It was engorged and sticky, smelling like salty jizz and dirty, manly sweat. The jock himself was burying his face into Nick’s groin, pushing down his drenched, clingy briefs to get at his twitching dick.

“Uhnn… yeah!” Nick muttered. Matt put his mouth over his bare pole, licking his wet head and taking in his shaft with big, pursing lips. He was just as desperate as Nick to taste cock, and his big hands caressing his delicate balls made the teenager shudder in bliss.

Then, Nick took the jock’s whole member into his own mouth. Matt’s waist was hairy and muscular, and his blond pubes were soft on his face. Matt bucked his hips into Nick’s face as he felt the teenager grasp onto his cock with his warm mouth. Nick fondled the man’s balls with one hand, stroking his hairless thighs while the other he used to keep the thick, hardening member inside of him.

Nick pulled down his foreskin, feeling the large head spew more spunk into his mouth. It was scorching hot, and pushed into his hole like a raging bull trying to mate with him. Meanwhile, Nick was trying to keep himself composed as the stud went down on him, juggling Nick’s nut sack while licking his quivering penis until more fluids leaked out of it.

“Mmmm…” Nick groaned, taking in more of the stud’s hard, meaty cock into his mouth. The warmth of the stud’s body kept Nick secure, and soon the two of them were pressed against each other, taking in one another’s erections while the other serviced them. Nick felt Matt’s groin tense as he really pushed himself into Nick’s mouth, pumping and grinding smoothly into his hole. It went further and further in, reaching the boy’s neck and causing him to choke and cough on his dick.

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