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Dee and I have been friends for several years. Her daughter is two weeks younger than my son, and we got together several times a week to have coffee and play dates for the kids from the time they were both about two years old.

After a year or two of doing this, she shared with me that she’d been having an affair with a married man, starting shortly after she’d had her daughter. She was excited, because unlike so many married men who wanted to have their cake and eat it to, he had actually taken the plunge and left his wife to be with her.

She wanted him to meet me, and as I am the better cook, I offered to make dinner for them and the kids. I enjoy cooking, and am always glad to have someone eat my creations that will actually enjoy them!

That weekend, I tidied up the house, and started preparing a simple steak meal, with baked potatoes and salad. I bought some wine and chilled it, along with some grape juice so that the kids wouldn’t feel left out. The table was set with care, with wine glasses at every setting. All that was left, was to grill the steaks, so I went to get myself ready.

I showered quickly, then blow dried my long brown hair into soft curls. I’ve been accused of having 80’s hair in the recent past, but I refused to be insulted by this. I love my hair. It is a rich chestnut brown, the exact color of my eyes, which to me, was my best feature. Aside from my wide, full mouth and bright white teeth.

I dressed with care, choosing a pair of skin tight black jeans, and a loose gypsy blouse of pink and white, with long flowing sleeves. I artfully applied the barest of make up, accenting my eyes, and down playing my mouth. As I gave a quick gloss to my naked lips, I heard the doorbell ring. I unbuttoned two buttons from the blouse, showing just a hint of cleavage.

I nervously went to answer the door, almost feeling as if this were a blind date. I’m always self conscious when first meeting someone new, as I am not a little girl. Yes, I am BBW. Full figured, fat. Whatever you want to call it, I am it. This is not to say that I am shy, or frigid, or even scared to get naked with a man. Far from it. It is just the initial first meeting of someone new.

I opened the door, and was engulfed in a huge hug by the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life! Dee introduced us officially, and Jay, her boyfriend then shook my hand.

“I’ve heard so much about you already, I feel like I know you! And you have the most precious little boy I’ve ever met.” his hand held mine for a fraction of a second longer than was appropriate. My heart rate jumped a bit, as I looked into his beautiful blue eyes. His dark hair was cut short, and combed much in the style of Christopher Reeve’s as Superman. His glasses gave him a Clark Kent nerdy look, which did nothing to disguise his utter beauty.

My eyebrows rose slightly, as I was not aware that Jay had met my son. Dee and I frequently babysat for one another, so I assumed that that is how he met my baby boy.

Katy met Isaiah in the hall, and they ran off to play in his room. They were both four years old at this point.

I led the way through the house to the living room, and offered them a seat. They settled on the loveseat, and Dee leaned into him. I couldn’t blame the girl. I’d stake claim on him too, if he were my man!

I asked if they would like wine now, or with dinner. They both wanted some now, so I went to get the glasses from the table, and poured us all a glass. We sat and talked for a while, and after the second glass of wine, it was almost as if we had all known one another for years.

After one particularly bawdy joke, I laughingly stood, and excused myself to throw the steaks on the barbeque. It was properly warmed up, and the steaks were sizzling as soon as they landed on the grill. I lightly salted and peppered them, then replaced the lid. I took the opportunity to have a quick smoke, as I don’t smoke in my home for my son’s health.

I heard the slider open, and Jay stepped out onto the patio. “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.” I watched as he pulled a camel from its pack and lit up. He looked at me as he took that first drag. His eyes smiled.

“Dee told me you were beautiful, but not how beautiful.”

I felt my face warm up, and gave a little smile. “That’s sweet of you. Thank you.” “Just the truth, Darlin. You are gorgeous.” He took another drag on his cigarette, but I was saved from making another comment when Dee came out to join us.

“So?? Didn’t I tell you he was so cute??” Dee gushed. I laughed, and looked at him again.

“You seem to leave out the “How” part of your descriptions Dee!”

The rest of the night went by pleasantly, and over the course of the next several years, we three had gotten together often. Sometimes I had a date and other times, it was just us. The hugs hello got tighter, and lasted longer. The kisses goodbye always made my heart thud painfully. Our conversations were wildly outrageous, merter escort always sexual, and very open. Dee would brag about how big Jay’s cock was behind his back, and how great he was in bed.

This always made me wonder, what he would be like inside of me. I loved his hugs, and how his hands would brush the sides of my large breasts. I would often catch him looking at them, when I wore low cut blouses.

We had lost track of one another for about a year, when I sent out an email to everyone on my contact list. Dee and Jay had been without internet for many months, and had finally come back online to see my message. She emailed me immediately, and we made a date to go out the following weekend. # We wound up going out to a bar for karaoke night, and had several rounds of Tequila shots each, and some beers. Soon, none of us were feeling any pain! We left around 1am and went back to their place to continue on our night out. Dee’s little sister, who had watched the kids, went home after we arrived.

Jay and I sat on the bed, drinking some hard lemonade’s while Dee surfed the net on the computer next to us. We talked and laughed for another hour or so, then I started getting sleepy, as it was getting pretty late. I was reluctant to drive this wasted, not to mention rousing my sleeping son, as it was always so hard to get him settled back down. Note to self, avoid drinking on a Sunday night in the future!

I went to check on the kids, and as I was returning to the bedroom, where we were all gathered, he was coming out of the bathroom. He said a quiet ‘Hey’. Then asked how the kids were. I told him they were both dead to the world, and that I should think about crashing out next to him on the floor. He said that wasn’t necessary, that there was plenty of room in their bed for three.

I smiled up at him, about to make a smart remark about how he’d like that, when he bent his head down to give me a quick kiss just as I was opening my mouth to say it. I felt my tongue graze his lower lip, and his head jerked back quickly. He looked me in the eyes, and I blushed. His head lowered, and kissed me again.

When his tongue entered my mouth, my hands found his waist. His hands cupped my face, holding my mouth to his. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I just couldn’t believe my best friend’s boyfriend was kissing me like this. I broke away, and we kissed a series of short passionate kisses, not six feet away from Dee. “Oh shit!” I whispered. His head fell against my forehead, and we stood like that for a few seconds, catching our breath.

I wiped my mouth, gave him a confused look, and went back into the bedroom. Guiltily, I answered Dee’s enquiry about the children. I downed the rest of my drink, and set the bottle in with the other empties in the case.

Jay then came back in, and flopped on the bed next to me. He yawned, and said he’d best get some sleep since he had to work in the morning. Dee smiled and told me to lie down too, since I also had to work. She promised to stay awake to wake us both up for work.

I wasn’t quite comfortable with that, but knew I’d be worthless at work if I didn’t get at least a little sleep. Dee kissed Jay goodnight, then leaned over him, and kissed me too, although it was just a peck on the cheek. He kissed me too, although this time it was just a quick kiss on the mouth.

I lay on my side, looking at him, but careful not to be too close. Dee was already engrossed in her online bingo game again. Jay rolled over onto his side, facing me. We gazed at one another, and my poor heart began to pound again. My breathing became erratic. He smiled, and reached for my hand. Pulling it closer to him, he placed my hand on his heart, and I felt his heart racing too. He brought my hand up to his mouth, and kissed it, nibbling on my fingertips. Then with his hand wrapped around mine, up against his heart, he fell asleep.

A few hours later, I woke up, to find us spooning, his cock hard against my ass. One hand was under me, firmly grasping my heavy breast. The other was around me, tucked between my legs and cupping my mound inside the sweatpants Dee had loaned me for the night! I shifted, rolling onto my back. The blankets had come off of us, and as I looked at Dee, she glanced back at me and smiled!

Her man had his hand on my pussy inside my pants, and she is smiling? I didn’t get it. I lay back down, trying to figure this out, when I felt his fingers beginning to move on my pussy lips. I looked at him, and he appeared to still be sleeping.

“Dee??” I whispered. She looked at me, and I gave her a panic stricken look and pointed to my crotch. In no way, did I want to lose her friendship or come between her and her honey. I was already feeling guilty about the kiss… This was just too much!

She looked down, and saw her man’s hand in my pants and smiled again! “Enjoy it, he’s good with his fingers!” she whispered back. My mind was reeling, but mutlukent escort then I had no thoughts, when his fingers slipped between my pussy lips and brushed my clit.

I moaned. She looked again, and caught my eye. Her wink freaked me out! His hand began tugging at my sweats to pull them down. Should I let it happen? She seemed ok with this, who was I to fight it? Especially when it felt so good?

I lifted my ass, and was divested of my sweats quickly. I could see that he was hard already and throbbing against his own shorts. His fingers began stroking my clit, and soon I was throbbing and extremely wet. I was sure Dee could hear the sloshing of my pussy juices as her boyfriends fingers plunged in and out of my sopping cunt.

Just then, Jay sat up. He tore his shirt off, and then stood to remove his shorts. His cock stood proud, and as I lay there, I admired it. It was thick and veiny, throbbing with desire. I heard him say, “Hi baby.” to Dee, and turned to see him kiss her. Her fingers ran through his hair, and then pushed him away.

“Don’t leave her waiting baby.” I was floored. This was more than ok with her! She gave his cock a loving tug, as he pulled away from her. He sat me up, and had me move to where I was sitting on the side of the bed with him, facing Dee. He kissed me again and I melted into it. His hand fondled my large breasts, and then his head bent to take an exposed nipple into his mouth. My shirt was bunched up over my tits, and as his mouth claimed its prize, I took the shirt off fully.

Dee’s eyes never left my huge knockers, and although I’d never been with another woman before, I was so turned on I did something I’ve never done before. I lifted my other breast up, and held it out to her. She rose, and came to sit on the other side of me, reaching out slowly to touch my soft skin. I moaned at her initial touch.

They lay me back on the bed, and each of them began to suck my nipples in earnest. The sensations were out of this world, as my sensitive tips were tugged, sucked, licked and laved with hungry tongues. My arms were around both of them, pressing their heads down onto my breasts harder. Jay’s fingers found my pussy again, and began to stroke my hardened clit. He rubbed gently on either side of my swollen nub, and soon my hips were grinding up to meet his fingers.

I was so very wet, and turned on that I couldn’t stop moaning. Dee let my nipple go with a loud pop, and looked into my eyes. Her gaze traveled down to my lips, which were full and berry red. Then back into my eyes. I knew she wanted to kiss me, so I whispered, “Yes, kiss me!”

Her mouth was soft, like a butterfly, when her lips met mine. Her kiss barely a whisper against my lips. I groaned and strained forward, as Jay’s fingers penetrated the depths of my pussy. Our lips clashed together, and our tongues began intertwining around each other. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, and sucked it like a cock. She giggled, and then did the same to mine. I’d never realized before, how good that felt!

We kissed for what seemed like forever, my hand running up and down her backside, caressing her silky skin. Then tentatively, I took her breast into my mouth. Her tits were much smaller than mine, most likely a C cup or possibly a D. We were both on the big side, with me being the bigger of the two. Her hand caressed my belly and tits, while I took her nipple into my mouth. I sucked like a baby on her nipple, and then took it between my teeth lightly. She moaned in pleasure, and I bit down a little harder, and then sucked it hard into my mouth again. Over and over, I alternated between sucking and biting on her nipple. First one then the other. Her fingers were buried in her pussy, flicking her clit furiously.

My own pussy was on fire, with Jay’s fingers fucking me deep and fast. I took a moment to tell him how good that felt, and he bent forward to kiss me. Dee slipped off the bed, onto her knees. I felt her small hands on my thick thighs, and was surprised that I felt no qualms about spreading my legs for her. We were all such good friends, that I had no fear of being with her this way.

Jay removed his fingers from inside my pussy, and hers took his place. She had short little fingers, and as she pressed them into me, I was actually missing Jay’s larger fingers inside. “More!” I begged her. She worked her fingers in and out of me, and when I said that, she put another finger into the mix. This drove me wild, and I began humping up at her fingers. “YESSS!” I hissed, “Deeper!”

Again, she added a fourth digit into my soaked pussy. I reached down and grabbed her wrist, pulling it deeper into me. “Fuck me Dee!” I panted. I needed to be filled badly. Jay’s fingers were tormenting my clit, and he dipped his beautiful face down to mine and our mouths met passionately. While I kissed her man, Dee worked her fingers in and out of me. I opened up wider, and she pulled her thumb up between otele gelen escort her fingers and began to slide her hand inside of me. I went wild, begging her to do it, to fuck me with her hand. “Fist me, Dee! Oh FUCK!”

I came as soon as her hand was inside me, juices flooding out of my hot box, coating her hand. She slid in, and waited out my orgasm. Then I felt her begin to move again. Slowly, oh so slowly, she twisted her hand left and right, in and out. My hips were rising to meet her small hand inside my pussy, and then she leaned forward and took my engorged clit into her mouth. I went wild, and shortly found myself climaxing again. Her tongue snaked around and lapped up all the juices that escaped from my stuffed pussy.

Jay, in the meantime, kneeled above me, his rock hard cock poised above my face. God I wanted that tool in my mouth desperately! I reached up, and caressed his balls gently, lovingly. I let my hand squeeze and roll them around a bit, until a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip. My hand slid up from his beautifully full balls, up the hard, thick shaft to the head, where my thumb rolled the cum drop across the head of his cock. He moaned, and I gripped him and bent his cock down to my mouth.

My tongue slid out to taste the pre-cum I had smeared over the helmet. He tasted so good. His cock was silky smooth, warm and hard as steel. It was like warmed velvet as I rubbed the head across my lips. “Oh, sweetie!” he groaned as I took him into my mouth, closing my lips around him. His hands in my hair, caressing my silky locks. His thumb caressed my cheek, close to my mouth, where his cock began slowly pumping in and out.

Dee was getting busy with my pussy, pushing her tiny fist in and out, faster and faster. My pussy grabbed at her hand, and she marveled at how tight I was around her hand. “Suck my man, Shanna, suck him good!” she said as she lowered her mouth to my clit once more.

I doubled my efforts on this hunks cock. He was so thick now; I could barely keep my mouth closed! My mouth flew up and down his thick shaft, as he pumped his hips to get in deeper. Finally my throat relaxed and accepted his cock head he pumped in and out of my throat, faster and faster. “Oh God, I’m going to cum!” he slowed the progression of his cock, as Dee sped up her efforts on my pussy. She was banging her pussy with a dildo in time with her thrusts into my cunt.

I started moaning on Jay’s cock, my pussy tightened up on Dee’s hand. The both knew I was about to cum again. Dee exploded first, which set me off, spasms milking her hand. Dee pulled out and crawled up my body. Her tongue began licking Jay’s balls and he pulled out of my mouth in time to shoot his cum all over Dee’s and my faces. We licked his cum from one another’s cheeks as he milked the last few drops of cum onto my tits, which Dee hungrily lapped up.

We’d barely redressed, when the alarm went off, signaling that it was time for us to wake up. We laughed and shut it off, and Dee excused herself to go make some coffee. Jay pulled me back onto the bed, and began kissing me again. This time, I kissed him back, with no hesitations, no reservations.

We found ourselves with little more than an hour before we had to leave for our jobs, so Dee got up to make us breakfast and coffee, while Jay and I went to shower together to save time. For the most part, we got our showering done quickly, and as I was about to climb out of the tub enclosure, he put his hand on my arm to stop me.

I looked up at him, my heart thudding double time for I knew that we were going beyond the consensual acts that occurred in the bedroom. I may not have been a swinger, but I knew the rules. Couples play together, or not at all. Then again, some couple’s have different limits. “Dee?”

“She knows how bad I want you sweetie. She’s ok with it.” He took my slippery body into his arms, and kissed me hard. I let go of guilt, and took pleasure in our kiss.

My hands began to explore his sexy chest, and there I noticed for the first time, that he had a nipple piercing. I thought that was hella sexy, and leaned forward to lick it. I played with it for several minutes, licking, sucking and pulling the little hoop with my teeth.

“Shanna! God that feels so good!” he pulled my head away though, and started kissing me again. One hand played with my smooth pussy, the other tugging on a hardened nipple. “I’ve got to fuck you, Punkin’, I’m so hard for you!”

And he was! All seven gloriously thick inches were throbbing, bobbing up and down in eager anticipation. I took hold of his shaft, and turned my ass towards him. Then I put one foot up on the edge of the tub, and leant forward. He thrust forward as I guided him inside of my horny pussy. I heard him groan with pleasure as my warmth enveloped his hardness.

We stood still for a moment, but time was against us. We didn’t have enough time to have a leisurely fuck! He began to move against me, and when I moaned he picked up the pace. Soon his balls were slapping against my wet clit as he pounded in and out of me. My moans and cries got a little louder, and his hands gripped my ass tighter.

“Holy fucking Jeezuss!” He cried as my pussy began to contract around his cock. The tightness milked his cock, and he groaned that he was going to cum.

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I have a secret that I’ve never told anyone, not even my husband who knows everything about me. The events of a summer night, after I turned 18 and graduated from high school, that changed my life and contributed to who I am today. I learned a lot of things from my mother that summer, some of which she didn’t intend to teach me.

First let me tell you a little bit about my mother. Have you ever seen a woman walking down the street, or even in line at a grocery store that seems to ooze sexuality; the one that has the attention of every man within fifty feet of her without even trying? My mother was one of those women.

At 5’8 and 145 pounds, she was a bomb shell. Her silky, chestnut colored hair framed her high cheek bones and strong jaw beautifully. Her large hazel eyes, decorated with naturally long dark lashes could mesmerize the most prominent of people, and her full lips added a kiss of softness to her otherwise slightly angular face.

She never committed herself to a serious relationship for various, but questionable reasons and she raised my brother and I alone. I found out that summer that just like any other woman, she had her needs and accommodated them in an interesting way. She stopped trying so hard to shield me from her endeavors and it didn’t long for me to put it all together.

Her favorite place to pick up a man was the airport. I’m sure it was like hunting for her. She never really told me about it, but with what I know and what I seen that summer, I would bet that it went something like this: She sat at the bar, nursing her whiskey until she zeroed in on a man that was alone and good looking. If he was just passing through or there for a short time, she would seduce him and bring him home. After satisfying her needs she sent them away glossy eyed with lop sided smiles.

Anyway, the summer after I turned 18, I finally started blooming, and grew out of the tomboy mentality I sported through high school. My mom was overly elated and immediately began teaching me how to be a “woman”. These lessons included make-up application, endless demonstrations of walking, leg placement, hip movement, even how to hold my head and shoulders. She had me sit with my back straight and my legs crossed, and by the end of the summer I was wearing six inch stiletto’s better then any super model could.

If and when I complained, she would say things like, “You’ll never know when you catch the right person’s attention. In a “man’s” world a woman has to know how to stand out and be noticed.”

Towards the end of that fateful summer, on a cool night, I watched my mother in action. That night I was supposed to be at an orientation for various colleges, but for one reason or another I ended up back home. On the way to my room I have to walk by my mother’s room, and since she didn’t think I would be home she didn’t bother to close her door.

I knew she had company as soon as I walked into the house. The wine glasses and music gave it away. As I approached her bedroom I could hear her soft moans and couldn’t help myself. I peered into her room and the images captivated me.

My mother was laying on her back with her legs spread wide, her fingers tangled in the hair of the man whose mouth was eagerly feasting on her pussy. Her breaths were shallow, quick. He stroked his cock as his tongue licked and sucked at my mom’s cunt.

It didn’t take long for my panties to become wet, I felt tingles racing over my skin, my mouth dried and I found it hard to swallow. Instead of heading to my room, I hid in the shadows and watched them. My nipples ached against my bra and I slipped my hand into my pants to touch my clit while I watched my mother. She rolled her nipples between her fingers, whimpered and bucked her hips, screaming things I couldn’t make out. Within minutes my own pussy was twitching as she shuttered against her pillow, her body trembling.

I watched, fingering my soaked cunt, as her stranger continued to explore her body, kissing her flat stomach and caressing her legs. It didn’t take long for her to recover and posistion herself on her hands and knees, meeting the man’s rigid cock with the tip of her lips. I licked my own lips, at the sight and watched unable to take my eyes from her mouth. She moaned, bobbing her head down the shaft of a man’s cock that I knew she didn’t know, sucking hungrily. I watched his face twist as he thrusts his hips to meet her mouth, grunting and pulling her hair.

I wasn’t a complete stranger to oral sex, but I always though of blow jobs as strictly for his pleasure. My mother showed differently; she seemed to be enjoying herself just as much as he was, if not more. Her back arched as she swallowed his cock, twisting her head and occasionally teasing just the tip. Her tongue darted between her lips twisting around his shaft as she pinched her nipples, tugging them hard, moaning when her fingers moved feverishly to her cunt.

I felt tingles run through my veins, heat flushing istanbul escort my cheeks as my mother backed away from him, turning to offer her ass to the man. I pinched a nipple with my free hand and gasped at the sensitivity of it. Butterflies lifted in my stomach as he eagerly grabbed my mother’s hips and pulled her back onto him, guiding his cock into her cunt. My eyes flicked over their bodies as I rolled and twisted my nipple, enjoying the pleasure rippling from it.

The sight was so erotic; my mother looked like a goddess, a thin layer of sweat made her skin glow, and her dark hair clung to her moist face. She immediately pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts, and cried out as he plunged a finger into her ass hole. My panties were so wet, and my clit throbbed under my fingers.

I watched them fuck each other with a fierceness I’ve never known. My mother’s body moved against him rhythmically and I let a small moan escape my throat as she began to tremble. He seemed to now exactly what to do to her, and I wanted desperately to feel what she was feeling.

He was nothing like the young men I’d been with who fumbled with my clothes and laughed to disguise his inexperience. I had never experienced an orgasm that I didn’t give to myself, but as I watched my mom have several, I knew that I soon would.

I tiptoed to my room when they collapsed against each other, and gave myself multiple orgasms as I replayed what I saw in my mind. An hour later I fell into a restless sleep.

After that night, I started watching her every night. On the nights that she didn’t have a man, she used dildos and vibrators, which I learned to use from watching her. I didn’t have one of my own, so I used hers when she wasn’t home. I became a master of masturbation pretty quickly thanks to her demonstrations, but I wanted to experience sex the way she did.

A few weeks later, I seen my chance and took full advantage of it. I was in my room while my mom was having dinner with her catch for the night, laughing and drinking straight shots of whiskey. I wasn’t keeping count but knew she had had more then her normal amount and was drunk. She slurred her words and had trouble standing.

The tall man she had brought home was extremely good looking with dark blonde hair, that hung over his forehead, blue eyes and broad shoulders. I guessed him to be in his late forties judging by the slight laugh lines and the gray hairs at his temples; but he was fit and had an accent that made my nipples hard.

He followed my mom into her room, making sure she didn’t run into any walls. She was all over him and I could see that he couldn’t wait to get her to bed. I waited for a few minutes then cracked her bedroom door, just a tad. I watched as he did amazing things to her. I listened to her moan and watched her body react to his fingers and tongue. He didn’t even bother to get undressed before he brought my mom to a body racking climax.

I watched his tongue move expertly around her clit as my mom’s breathing became rapid, and when her body began to shake he pulled his face away from her and looked towards the door. I thought I seen a faint smile and raced back to my own room, my face red from embarrassment and arousal. Despite my pounding heart it took only minutes for me to calm down, and gently begin stroking my swollen clit. I brought myself to a mediocre orgasm then passed the next hour listening to music and hoping that the man pleasing my mom wouldn’t say anything to her about seeing me.

I heard someone in the kitchen and decided to go investigate. I saw the stranger poking around in the fridge, and backed back into my room where I tore my clothes off and put on a teal blue thong, with a white tank top, no bra. Then padded back out into the kitchen hoping he was still there.

I felt my nipples harden at the sight of his bare chest, and my breath stalled as he made eye contact with me. He wasn’t wearing anything other then a towel wrapped around his waist. The light from the kitchen casting shadows along the dips and curves of his muscular arms and chest made my heart beat fast. My pussy twitched and I felt my belly fall, but still I managed a smile. I thought he was going to choke on the piece of lunch meat he was eating as he watched me.

“Hi, I’m Beth,” I said walking on my toes toward him. My mother would be proud of my hip movement, I thought unable to contain my smile.

I knew that he had seen me watching him give my mothers pussy a good eating, and decided that I was going to swallow any hesitation and just be bold. I wanted desperately to feel what my mother had, and knew she was probably passed out. “Is mother sleeping?”

“Umm, yeah… yes your mother is asleep, I was just getting something to eat,” he answered slightly uneasy, eyeing me strangely.

My heart was pounding but I don’t think it showed. “Good,” I said as I slide onto the counter, remebering what kadıköy escort my mother had taught me. “Do you have enough left in you for me?” I asked completely shocked by my own words. I think my face flushed, because my cheeks were burning and suddenly I couldn’t catch my breath. I knew I needed to know what it was like to be with a man that knew what he was doing. I wanted to experience an orgasm that I didn’t give to myself. It wouldn’t be my first time, I reminded myself, just the first time with a man that knew what he was doing.

He stared awkwardly at me for several moments, “I uh, I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” he said finally, his flicking from me to my mothers bedroom. But even as he spoke the words I watched his cock respond behind the flimsy towel. I smiled when his eyes once again slide a little slower over my body.

I crossed my legs, knowing I looked like a younger version of my mom, except not as tall, and my eyes were green, my hair slightly lighter. I was paler then my mother, and inherited my father’s side of the family’s freckles, but other than that I liked to think I looked like my mom. I was proud of my 34C tits, and showed it by leaning back so that my tank top spread tight against my hard nipples. When his eyes fell to my legs I quickly uncrossed them allowing them to fall open so that he could get a good view of the wetness gathering on the soft silk of my thong.

“I may not be as experienced as my mother but I promise to do exactly as you tell me,” I said touching my clit through my panties.

I watched him swallow hard as his cock thumped against the towel. I found myself wondering if I could handle him, but decided quickly that I was going to give it a hell of a try.

“You are your mother’s daughter aren’t you,” he said thickly.

“Yep,” I told him with a smile, knowing exactly what he meant.

I watched him, hoping desperately that he would take my offer; I wanted him so badly. I wanted him to make my body squirm, I wanted to feel his lips and his hands. Trying to look as sexy as possible, I slipped my hand under my panties and willed my breathing to be normal. I smiled sensually at him, and was slightly surprised but deliciously hopeful when he walked towards me, eyeing my hand moving slowly under the silk material of my panties.

He moved between my legs and pinched my nipples firmly between his thick fingers. I gasped at the sensation that was part pain and part pleasure. He took my other hand and guided it between the slit in his towel where his rigid cock awaited my touch. I could hear that his breathing was slightly labored, and his hands moved eagerly over my nipples. When his cock filled the palm of my hand, I almost stopped breathing. I was holding about nine inches of granite like flesh.

His lips curved into a devious smile, and I immediately felt a need, a want that I had never experienced before. My pussy twitched and my clit throbbed as I ran my hand down the length of his cock. My hips began gyrating as soon as his hand moved to my soaked panties, pushing them aside. I drew in a heavy breath in anticipation.

“Yes, please touch me,” I breathed when he stopped and looked at my glistening, swollen pussy lips.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he said; his voice husky.

I smiled, spreading my trembling legs further and licked my lips. “You can do whatever you want to it,” I whispered on the verge of begging him.

His lips moved to mine quickly, his tongue darting into my mouth as he kissed me hard. I thrust my own tongue over his, and enjoyed the sensation of a hungry, needy kiss. He pushed on my chest forcefully, catching my off guard and I landed hard on my elbows, my flesh digging into the tiles of the counter. He spread my legs then bent down, bringing his mouth to my clit. I could barely breathe as anticipation and need filled my head, my chest.

I threw my head back when I felt his tongue slide slowly through the slickness of my sex. I wanted to scream as he licked me, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue. Pleasure tore through my body and I felt like I couldn’t fill my lungs with enough air. My back arched and a moan slipped through my lips as his tongue pushed into my cunt. Never had I felt something that made my whole body react and feel like it did at that moment. Ripples of pleasure raced through my entire body from my core out. My toes curled and I slowly rocked against him breathing hard, his tongue sliding slowly back to my clit. A heat burned in my belly that erupted when his fingers circled the entrance to my cunt.

“That’s a good girl,” he told me as I lifted my ass, eager to experience his expertise.

I felt his finger enter me and gasped at the sensation. It felt so different form my own scrawny fingers, and as he went deeper he massaged a place I never have; a place that sent my body bucking as he suckled on my clit, massaging my cunt with only one thick finger. kağıthane escort I felt my body tighten as I began to tremble, and cried out as another finger gently entered my ass hole up to one knuckle. He stopped when I started to close my legs, and brought his mouth away from my twitching pussy.

“Just relax, It’ll feel good I promise,” he said hoarsely.

I did as he told me, and he inched his finger into my tight ass hole. It felt as though my body began to melt as he brought his tongue back to my clit, and fucked me with two fingers, one in each hole. I panted and whimpered as he brought me to the edge of the world. My skin tingled, and I felt weak; a pleasure lay like a thick blanket on my skin and white dots filled my vision.

“Oh god yes, please do it, do it harder,” I begged as my legs tensed, my back arching further.

I felt him push his fingers deeper and he sucked my rock hard clit into his mouth, rolling it between his tongue and his top lip. I heard him grunt, and he grabbed my leg with the hand he wasn’t using as my body shook on the counter.

He seemed to know exactly how to move his fingers, and exactly what my clit wanted. I trembled and cried out as my orgasm took control of my body, not at all like the orgasm’s I gave to myself. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and I clutched the counter as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. My cunt throbbing, I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from screaming.

I felt his fingers slow and his tongue move down to clean the cum dripping from me. My legs twitched and I pressed my back against the cool tiles of the counter as I struggled to catch my breath.

“I told you it would feel good,” he told me as he ripped the towel from his waist and smiled.

I smiled weakly still struggling to collect my senses. I felt so good, my body relishing in the after shocks that rocked me. I knew he was going to fuck me, and wondered through my haze if he would do it right here in the kitchen.

“Come suck my cock baby girl,” he demanded, his accent nearly jumbling his words beyond comprehension.

The way he said “baby girl,” made me smile as I sat up shakily, and realized that the idea of sucking his cock had me excited. I readily slid my body off the counter and rested my weight on my knees, skimming the head of his nearly purple cock with my lips. The familiar musk of a woman’s sex wafted in my nose and I knew that it was my mother’s pussy I smelled. It was similar to the way my sheets smelled the morning after I had used her toys for a few hours.

I felt him grab the back of my head as I parted my lips, and forced it to the back of my throat, gagging me. I quickly swallowed in an attempt to accommodate his cock as a groan erupted from his throat.

“Use your hand baby, stroke my cock and suck at the same time.” His voice was wavy, and pitched as he spoke.

I eagerly obliged, turned on by his instruction. I twisted my hand down the length of his cock then followed my lips back up in a quick rhythmic motion.

“Oh yeah, that’s good. Just like that baby girl,” he breathed hoarsely.

My eyes watered, but I continued to take him to the back of my throat, practically swallowing the head of his cock as the walls of my pussy contracted. I felt like such a bad girl and loved it.

“Watch it honey, slow down or I’m gonna drown you in cum,” he warned.

I felt his thrusts weaken, and his legs vibrate as he released the back of my head. I wanted to feel his cum fill my mouth but the need to feel his cock buried in my pussy sent electrical pulses flickering through me. I was vaguely aware that I held my breath and almost squealed when I felt his hands under my arms as he jerked me to a standing position, his cock slipping from my mouth with a popping sound.

My chest heaved as I sucked air into my lungs and watched his eyes. They were dark, full of experience and wisdom as they flicked over my face.

“That felt so good, too good baby girl,” he whispered as his hands pushed my tousled hair from my face.

I was acutely aware of electrical pulses of pleasure riveting through me and removed my tank top without fully thinking it through. A strange kind of satisfaction stirred in me, as his eyes dropped to my bouncing nipples, and I giggled as I pulled my soaked panties down my legs.

I stood naked in front him and relished in the way his eyes slid over my body. My breaths were still coming in short, shallow spurts and when his hands gripped my hips I barely controlled the urge to jump into his arms and slide my wet cunt onto his cock.

His head lowered and I arched my back as he took a nipple into his mouth sucking hard. I wondered, only half heatedly, if he compared my tits to my mothers. I was twenty years younger then my mom, and although hers were still defying gravity pretty well, I knew they didn’t look as supple, smooth and perky as mine.

I sighed heavily as he gripped one ass check pulling on it to run a finger over my ass hole. The pressure felt great and I was slightly relieved when he didn’t enter. I gasped then giggled at the sudden air between my feet and the kitchen floor, as he lifted me effortlessly onto the counter.

“God I need to feel you,” he whispered almost so quite I didn’t hear him.

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Everything in this story really happened… right up and until the part after I started choking (a.k.a the good part)

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Crushing on a guy usually brings out my stalker-ish tendencies. It’s been like that for as far as I can remember. In school I would stare at a crush of mine until my eyes burned out… or he caught me looking at him. Now, I’m 20 years old and the habit has yet to break.

I stood in the kitchen, crouching below the window sill and peeking through the blinds just enough so that I won’t be seen. The windows are screened and it was dark inside the house, anyway, so I doubt I would be seen but my always paranoia gets the best of me.

There he was, washing his car across the street, as usual. He wore a wife beater and basketball shorts. His figure was slender but his biceps would occasionally tighten when he got to a tough stain on the car. He was extremely gentle with his car, just like you’d expect any guy to be.

I started to wonder when I found him to be so damn hot. He’s been living across the street for longer than a month now and I’ve never pined for him kartal escort until just now. I couldn’t believe Natasha actually went out and got a husband. I remember when she used to sleep with a different guy (or girl) everyday of the week. She ran away from home and her mom haven’t seen or heard from her in two years. Next thing you know, she shows up at my door with all arms and then she popped the big H-word: Husband.

I don’t even know his name. I don’t think she has ever told me. Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s ghetto. Her husband has somewhat of a thug swagger to him. He’s dark-skinned, tall, slim, and sexy. He usually wears a NY hat on his head.

I decided to go outside and have a better view. He glanced at me and motioned for me to help him out. I would gladly oblige. Not just because he’s hot but also because he helped me carry the groceries inside the house once. I could smell him up-close for the first time and he smelled of cologne and sunbeams. I just wanted to wrap my arms around him and take in the scent.

After finishing the car, he pulled out some weed from his kaynarca escort pocket and asked if I wanted a hit. I nodded, knowing I had never smoked before. I suggested my room since my mom was out and I had the house to myself for the time being. He walked into my room like a kid in a museum; his eyes observing his surroundings as if he’d never seen it before.

“I never smoked weed before,” I revealed, trying to break the awkwardness.

“It’s alright, I don’t smoke much either,” he admitted with the gar hanging between his pursed lips.

He lit the weed, took a puff and passed it to me. It sounds easy on paper but my first puff had me choking on what felt like my own damn tongue. I could feel his hands pounding on my back as I crouched to my knees while gasping for air.

“Sorry,” I apologized.

“Don’t worry about it, my nigga. You hitting it too hard for your first time.”

A few minutes had passed since we started smoking and I was already buzzed.

“Does smoking weed make you horny?” I asked, looking down at the ground.

“Why? Does it make you horny?” kozyatağı escort he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“A little.”

“Well, what cha gonna do about it?” he dared me, moving closer to my face.

I could see in his deep brown eyes that he wanted it as bad as I did. I tipped his NY hat with my finger and leaned over to his body. I pulled down his basketball shorts and his dick was hard, waiting for me to suck on it. I put it in my mouth and ravaged it before he could get a chance to object.

His salty pre-cum drove me wild. I loved the taste of it going down my throat. I loved swallowing his pre-cum while his dick tried to go as far down my throat as it could. I started jerking his dick. It was at least 8 inches, if not more, and thick enough that my jaws couldn’t relax. Natasha was lucky with this guy.

He grabbed me by the back of my neck and forced me to take as much of it as I can. My face was buried in his crotch and my forehead was against his stomach abs. I tried my best not to gag but he seemed to enjoy the choking noises a bit. He groaned every time I gagged.

Soon enough, his groaning were a lot closer together and his grip on my neck tightened. Before I can realize what was going on, he exploded right in my mouth. His rich cum shot into the back of my throat and his expression was of genuine shock when I swallowed.

Without saying a word he zipped his pants and walked out the door. Same old, same old.

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“You know what I miss more than anything?” my wife asked as we lay in bed after a particularly vigorous bout of lovemaking.

I took a deep breath, still feeling my heart beating like a hammer in my chest from the exertion, and looked over to her with a kinked eyebrow. “Perkier breasts?” I asked playfully.

She looked down at her bountiful bosoms and held each magnificent tit in her hands, hefting them into the air, and contemplated them for a moment. “Okay. You know what ELSE I miss?” I shrugged. She bounced her breast-filled hands gamely. “I miss not using these puppies for their intended purpose.” She let them drop heavily and sighed. “I miss having kids around the house.”

I smirked. “Don’t let our daughters hear you say that out loud. They might protest.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “I mean LITTLE kids. The pitter-patter of little feet. Our girls are grown now. They both turned eighteen two months ago and both are already doing well enough in their own ventures to not really need college if they don’t want it. I sometimes wonder why they’re even still living here, as successful as they are.” While technically true, the REAL truth is that our girls, identical twins, had BOTH gotten themselves into the independent porn industry and were making a killing. Lisa was running a live web-cam website out of her bedroom. All she ever did was strip and masturbate for the camera, but the money she got from doing only that had already put her personal bank account well past the $100k mark. Our other daughter, Kim, was selling sex toys through Lisa’s website and had a side-gig of “unboxing” them on her own web-streaming channel. Her bank account was doing very nicely, too. Both of them being so young kept their customers’ interest. Both of them also being extraordinarily attractive didn’t hurt things any, either. They were just at four-feet-nine-inches tall (as was my wife), had large C-cup breasts with trim waists and each went to the gym regularly to keep their young bodies toned.

Their mother and I were, as you might imagine, a pretty liberal couple. We both felt that we would only do our daughters a disservice by trying to make them afraid or ashamed of sex, so we taught them from an early age to be proud of themselves and to explore their sexuality freely. We never harped on them about anything and always answered questions honestly and openly. Had we seen their business endeavors? Yes. Absolutely. We approved of their ingenuity and tenacity, no matter what form it took. I can’t say that I really enjoyed the idea of countless, faceless men out there jacking off to my daughters’ faces, but I couldn’t really blame them, either. As a man, even I had to admit that my daughters were extremely easy on the eyes. Their long brown hair, their almost golden-hued eyes and full, pouty lips in conjunction with their stellar bodies (inherited from their fox of a mother, of course) would turn nearly any man’s head. So, yes, I had seen my twin daughters naked and doing very sexual things with their bodies… ONLINE. Never in person. And I most certainly didn’t participate. I loved and was one-hundred-percent faithful to my wife. We had a happy, healthy marriage and I was never tempted to stray from her, no matter what.

I looked at my wife sympathetically and rolled over to lovingly stroke her thigh. I didn’t miss the fact that she was still slightly sweaty from our carnal session, but my touch wasn’t a sensual one. “Honey, if we could, I’d knock you up again in a hot minute. You know that.”

She nodded but kept her gaze downward. “Fuck cancer,” she said hollowly.

Shortly after the girls were born, we’d learned that Marie had uterine cancer. The doctor told us that the girls had been a true blessing because there was no way that Marie would be able to carry another child to term without putting herself and the fetus at great risk. Treatment, unfortunately, wasn’t an option. She underwent a radical hysterectomy and had ALL of her reproductive plumbing removed. It took us both quite a while to come to terms with the fact that the girls would be our only shot at parenthood, but we managed to get through it. The love of two innocent souls who depended on us for everything kind of helped, actually. But, now that they were eighteen and legally old enough to move out on their own (even though neither one had even hinted at wanting to), Marie was starting to get “empty-nester’s” syndrome. Her role as caretaker and mother was coming to an end, a role which had pretty much defined her for the last eighteen years.

I gently squeezed her thigh. “Seconded and affirmed,” I said. “But, hey, it never came back, did it? And our daughters have both grown up into amazingly beautiful, intelligent creatures. We’re luckier than a lot of parents out there, honey.”

She nodded and heaved another great sigh. “I know,” she agreed. “But… still… I’d give anything to have little ones around the house again.”

I shrugged. “Give it time. Before you know it, the girls will end up giving us ucuz escort grandchildren. We’ll be neck deep in diapers again, probably sooner than either of us would like.”

Marie huffed in exasperation. “They’d have to find someone to knock them up first,” she said and then looked at me. “Did you know that they BOTH broke up with their boyfriends just before their birthdays? Honey, I’m not even sure they’ve had SEX yet.”

That caused me to give her a skeptical look. “Seriously?” I asked. “OUR girls haven’t had sex?”

Marie shook her head. “Not with boys, no,” she said seriously. “Their business ventures aside, I honestly don’t think they’ve taken the TIME to have sex. Both of their boyfriends were jerks, which is why they broke up with them. Sexually liberated as they may be, I really do think they’re both still virgins.”

I hadn’t really given it that much thought, to be honest. I’d always just assumed that, being so attractive, both of them would’ve tripped at least ONE guy each. There certainly wouldn’t be any shortage of potential suitors, that’s for sure! Their customer base alone was evidence of that. The girls could have any guys they wanted, the pick of the litter. Hell, they could hang a shingle outside the house and have men lined up down the block for a chance to date them.

As I pondered it for a moment, I found that I couldn’t remember a single time since their birthdays when they’d brought some boy home for us to meet. They went out to see movies and eat dinner, usually together, but they always came back home alone. Happy, but alone. “You don’t think…” I choked on my next few words, but forced them out, “…that they’re… TOGETHER or something, do you?”

That idea seemed to genuinely surprise my wife. “What? THEM? I… no. No, I don’t think… I mean, it’s not like we… noooo. No way. Since they were sixteen, BOTH of them have always shown a healthy interest in MEN. Not even a hint of Sappho in them. At least, I don’t think…” She shook her head as though to clear away some cobwebs. “No, honey. I don’t think our daughters are lesbians.” She sat there quietly for a moment and shrugged. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt if they were, though.”

I clucked. “Yeah, but… no grandchildren, if they are.”

My wife looked down at me archly. “A lesbian woman is perfectly capable of having a child without bringing a man in the picture, you know.”

“Not directly, no,” I allowed. “But I stand corrected on the broader point. Yes, if they’re lesbians, it doesn’t preclude the possibility of them having children at some point.” Then I added. “But it certainly isn’t as LIKELY anytime soon, is it?”

Marie bit her lip as she thought some more about it, then she looked down at her crotch, which was still leaking some of my cum. “I’m gonna go clean myself up,” she announced. “You go ahead and get some sleep. Love you,” she added as she bent down to give me a quick kiss goodnight and then skipped off for the bathroom, naked as a jay-bird. I rolled over and went to sleep, giving the conversation no more thought. Sleep, especially after having had really good sex with my wife, came to me quickly and I slept so hard that I didn’t even notice her joining me back in bed.

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I woke up the next morning and found that Marie had already gotten up. It was a Saturday, which meant no work and no worries. Nothing planned for that day at all. I glanced at my cell phone, which was perched in its charging base on the bedside table next to me and saw that it was 8 AM. Pulling on some boxer briefs, I immediately made for the bathroom to take a leak and have a quick shower (something I normally would’ve done the night before, but was too tired to do after having sex with Marie). Feeling refreshed and awake, I got out of the bathroom and the distinct smell of bacon filled my nostrils. While not unheard of, home-cooked breakfasts were a rarity in the house, but always welcome. I threw on some sweat pants and went upstairs to see what was going on in the kitchen. Walking in through the kitchen door, I noticed my wife standing in front of the stove, humming softly and going through the motions of getting our first meal of the day prepared. All she wore, however, was an apron. And that’s it. I snuck up behind her and wrapped my arms lovingly in an embrace as I kissed her neck and rubbed my clothed groin into her backside.

“Woo!” she yelped and jumped slightly. When she realized that it was me, she immediately calmed down. “And good morning to you!” she said cheerfully.

“Good morning,” I mumbled into the softness of her neck. “Smells amazing in here,” I said. “But what’s with this getup? The girls leave early or something?”

She wiggled out of my embrace to pour off some of the bacon grease into the sink. “Nope,” she said breezily. “They should be out here in a few minutes, actually.”

While I wasn’t opposed to nudity in the house, this was something entirely new, but I rolled with it. “Okay,” ümraniye escort I said uncertainly and went over to the part of the kitchen where we had all of our coffee fixings- mugs, creamer, sugar, several types of coffee and teas and the coffee maker itself. Bless her, Marie had already brewed a fresh pot. As I started to prepare a cup of joe for myself, I said, “So… you’re not worried about the girls seeing you like this?”

She put the frying pan down and turned to look at me with a playful smile on her face. “Why not? They’re women, too. It’s not like I have something they haven’t seen before. And, considering that we had a threesome last night while you were asleep, I figured that hiding myself was a moot point.”

I stopped pouring the coffee for a moment and looked at her slowly. “You had a…”

She walked up to me with a sultry swagger. “The girls and I had a long talk last night. Some things are going to change around here and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll just go with it. Trust me: you won’t be disappointed.” I arched a curious eyebrow at my wife. While she isn’t a lesbian, she HAS been known to dabble from time to time, especially before the girls came along. We weren’t swingers, not even back then, but when we were younger, our sex life had been a little on the adventurous side. Since the girls came into our life, however, we’d only ever been with each other and no one else. Throughout the years we roleplayed quite a bit, even including incest scenarios (something we both enjoyed- neither of us had a taboo about the subject, really), but bringing another woman into our bed was something that had never again come up. To hear that she’d had sex with our twin daughters last night, on the heels of having had sex with me, was quite a surprise. “I told you,” she said throatily, “I WANT grandchildren. The girls and I have come to an agreement.”

“And that is…?” I asked.

At that moment, both our daughters came into the kitchen. Both were naked as the day they were born (a day I will never forget). If not for the fact that Lisa likes to keep her hair just a touch shorter than Kim, I wouldn’t have been able to tell them apart- shaved pussies and all. “Hi, Daddy!” Kim said brightly as she came in and made a beeline for the counter area where the food was waiting to be set out. Her twin sister parroted her happy greeting and followed suit. Within seconds, breakfast had been placed on the table and they were already set about the task of getting out plates and silverware. Naked and acting as though it was perfectly normal, like this happened all the time.

I looked at my wife questioningly, but she said nothing as she took off her apron, draped it over the back of her chair and joined our daughters in nudity. When I just stood there in utter bafflement, she pulled out her chair and looked at me expectantly. “Are you joining us for breakfast, honey, or not?”

I numbly nodded and took my customary seat at the head of the table while I watched my naked teen daughters finish setting the table. When they sat down, all three women stared at me with bemused grins on their faces. “All right,” I said finally, “what gives?”

“You didn’t tell him?” Lisa asked her mother.

Marie shook her head. “Of course I told him. I think he thinks it’s a joke, though.” She looked at me. “I wasn’t kidding, honey.”

I silently looked at the three of them, one by one, and then held up my hand as I processed this. “Okay,” I began slowly. “You want grandchildren. Got it. We talked about that and I agree with you: grandkids would be nice someday. But what does THAT have to do with-” I waved at their naked bodies, “THIS? And… you had a THREESOME together?!?”

“Okay,” Kim said. “You told him, but he still isn’t getting it. Look, Dad, it’s real simple: Mom wants grandchildren and we want to give them to her. And we want you to do the honors.” She glanced at her twin sister, who nodded slowly with a happy grin on her face. “We’re all clean, so there’s no worry about STD’s. And we get the impression from Mom that you’re a good and attentive lover, which is good for us because we’ve never been with a boy. With what we do to make extra money, neither of us has a hymen left, so we’re only TECHNICAL virgins. We also don’t have the time to go around dating and looking for guys to knock us up. Neither of us is in a hurry to settle down, either. So we all talked it over and decided let YOU get us pregnant. Either one or both. It was Mom’s idea, actually, since she’s the one who can’t have kids anymore. So… any questions?”

I just sat there in silence for a moment as all of this new information settled into my brainpan with a resounding THUD. I dazedly looked at my wife, who was beaming proudly at Kim for how succinctly the situation had been explained. “And… you’re OKAY with this?” I asked her.

Marie blinked at me in mild confusion. “Well, like she said, honey, it WAS my idea to begin with. So, yes, I’m okay with üsküdar escort this.”

I looked back at my daughters, who were both nodding in affirmation. My brain started to catch up with the situation and I eyed them carefully. “Okay. Spill it. What’s in it for you two?”

Lisa blinked at me innocently. “What do you mean?” she asked. “We love you. You’ve both been wonderful parents and we owe you literally everything. If you want to have grandchildren, we’re only too happy to give them to you.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. While both my girls truly are kind-hearted, they’re both also VERY smart and rarely ever do things for purely altruistic reasons. That’s not to say they’re greedy or duplicitous, but they tend to somehow make everything they do work more in their own favor than anyone else I know. “Aaaaaand?” I prompted her to continue and didn’t break eye contact, letting her know that there was more to tell.

Lisa rolled her eyes balefully and huffed out. “Okay. FINE. We want to do a live stream of it. Play it off as a roleplaying thing so that no one really believes you’re our father, but we’re going to tell the audience that we really ARE going to be impregnated by you. We won’t show your face, either, just to be on the safe side.”

“And that’s when the threesome broke out,” my wife put in. “Our girls take after their parents, honey.”

Like I said: my wife and I are, sexually speaking, pretty liberal even though we’ve been exclusively devoted to each other since we got married. If this is what they wanted to do, who was I to argue? As a male, I couldn’t very well say that the prospect wasn’t appealing; our daughters were incredibly attractive creatures. As a father and husband, I most certainly wasn’t about to say no, either. So I took my wife’s advice and just rolled with it. I began to pile food onto my plate and said, “So… when did you three expect to do this, anyway?”

The girls and my wife visibly relaxed and started to dig into breakfast themselves as Kim nonchalantly answered, “After breakfast.”

I paused for a second. “That soon?”

“Well, of course,” Lisa answered as she started to butter some toast. “As you know, I don’t do online shows while I’m on my period. Turns off most guys. So I was off camera all last weekend and the first half of this week…”

Her twin picked up the thread. “…and since we’re both synced up, that means our flow ended a few days ago, so I’m done with my cycle, too…”

And now it was my wife’s turn to add to the conversation. “Which means that, right now, they’re both ovulating.”

“RIGHT now,” both girls added in unison.

“Like,” Lisa continued, “our ovaries could probably just GLANCE at sperm and put out the ‘Open For Business’ sign.”

As I dug into my breakfast, I said, “It seems like you’re both pretty blasé about all of this, considering that you’re virgins.”

Kim waved the observation off. “Pfft. With all of the toy-testing that I’ve done, I’m no stranger to having something inside my pussy, Daddy. And neither is Lisa- she’s played with more than her fair share of toys, too, for her show. And it’s not like we’re not comfortable around you. I mean, you’re our FATHER…”

“…and we love you very much,” Lisa put in.

“We’ve known you our whole lives, so it’s not really something we’re worried about because we trust you completely. Sure, we’re excited to FINALLY be having sex-“

“Amen to that, sister!”

“-but because it’s you, we’re just looking at it as a special sort of… uhm… what was the word you used, Mom?”

“Expansion,” Marie said around a mouthful of eggs.

Kim pointed her fork at her mother appreciatively. “Right. Expansion. It’s just an expansion of our relationship with you. Really, it’s more of a gift.”

Lisa giggled and looked at me squarely, taking on a sexy pose in her chair. “That’s right, Daddy. We’re giving ourselves… to you.” For effect, she caressed her left breast and tweaked her nipple playfully.

“No sexually teasing your father at the table, Lisa,” Marie said, a string of words that I never, in a million years, thought that I’d hear her say. Ever.

“I’m surrounded by crazy women,” I muttered as I forked food into my mouth.

I felt Marie gently stroke my shin with her foot. “Yes, but fortunately we’re YOUR kind of crazy.”

I looked down at my crotch and found, unsurprisingly, that at least SOME part of me was wholeheartedly in favor of this plan my wife and daughters had concocted. My johnson was stiff as a board and made a respectable tent under my sweat pants. I looked back up at my ladies with a wry grin and said, “I can’t say the idea isn’t appealing to me,” I began, “but I’m not sure keeping my identity a secret will be as easy as you think.”

Marie waved that one off. “Not a problem. I’ll work the camera.”

I cast a surprised glance at her. “You think you can handle watching your husband impregnating our girls?”

“Handle?” Marie scoffed. “I’m looking FORWARD to it. I mean, c’mon, honey. You have to admit that it’s kind of hot knowing that the same sperm which made them is going to get them pregnant.”

“And to be completely honest, Dad,” Lisa said, “we’ve BOTH always thought you were a bit of a hunk. We know we’re beautiful. With you, our babies ought to be gorgeous.”

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Like any twenty-two year-old guy whose girlfriend had just dumped him, I was at a bar, drowning my sorrows. I didn’t know the bar. Not wanting to run into any acquaintances, I’d picked a dive a few miles from my neighborhood. I’m not much for hard liquor, so I was slugging down beers and spending almost as much time going back and forth to the john as drinking my beer. But, after the fourth or fifth beer, I had a pretty good buzz on. I was just half-watching the ballgame on the TV and exchanging a word or two from time to time with the bartender. Mostly, I was emotionally numb – anesthetized with alcohol. Just what I had been shooting for.

Then she walked in. It was impossible not to notice her. She was almost movie-star hot, though she looked kind of cheap and trashy. But, still, she was sexy as hell – long legs with ridiculously high heels and a tight skirt that barely covered her round ass. Her blouse was tight, too – the front sides pulling apart slightly between the strained buttons. If her clothes weren’t enough of a “fuck me” message, her make-up left no doubt.

I noticed her; but I wasn’t interested. I mean, in some abstract sense, I was, of course. But I really didn’t feel in the mood to chat her up. Besides, she was probably a hooker looking for a john. I’d never paid for sex before. I wasn’t opposed to it in principle. In fact, I thought it might be interesting to try sometime. But now wasn’t the time. I was nursing my wounds and perfectly happy to wallow in my misery. And if she wasn’t a hooker, she was probably looking for a sugar-daddy type – a rich old guy, not a poor young guy like me.

But then she sat down next to me. It wasn’t like that was the only seat left in the place, or even at the bar. There were plenty of seats where she wouldn’t have been next to anyone. I didn’t know what to make of it. I turned toward her slightly, nodded, and smiled, but just to be neighborly. I went back to my beer without saying a word.

“I’m Shelley,” she said, breaking the silence. Well, you can’t just ignore an invitation for an introduction so I told her my name was Mark.

“So, Mark,” Shelley continued after she’d ordered her drink – some sort of fancy Martini – “what you do when you’re not swigging beer in a dirty little dive like this?” I told her that I had just graduated from college, majoring in marketing, and had gotten a job – even in this lousy economy – with a retail electronics company. It was entry-level, but it had potential.

I didn’t ask her right away what she did. I was still entertaining the hypothesis that she was a hooker and, if that was so, I thought it might be rude to ask her what she did. So we chatted about nothing in particular for a while. It was kind of nice, really, to be drawn out of my funk. I even forgot about Victoria for a while.

Shelley made no sort of invitation for a sexual business deal so I began to suspect that I’d been wrong about her profession. When I asked her what she did “when she wasn’t in a dirty little dive like this,” she said she was “in the entertainment business.” Okay, now I figured I was right in the first place and I didn’t pursue it.

“No,” she said – almost as if she was offended. She’d clearly read my expression correctly. “It’s not like that!” I was embarrassed and began to sputter and apology. She cut me off with, “Well, it’s sort of like that, I guess. Depends on how you think about these things.” She had my interest, but she teased me by taking a sip of her drink and getting out a cigarette. I was silent while she lit her cigarette and took her first drag. But when she didn’t go on without prompting, I prompted.

“What does ‘sort of like that’ mean?”

“Well…” She took another drag. “I make movies.” She looked at me for my reaction. “I mean, I act in movies.”

“What kind of movies,” I asked before I really thought about it.

“You’re bright. Just graduated from college. You figure it out.”

“Oh, wow…” I said, not feeling very bright. “Sorry.”

“No need to be sorry. I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t like it – at least mostly like it. And, if I were embarrassed, I would have told you I worked at Macy’s or something.”

Now I was really intrigued. I’d never met anyone in the porn industry before and I had a ton of questions that I’d wondered about for a long time. But I didn’t want to seem like a rube so I approached things gingerly. I started with innocent questions like when she started making movies.

“You mean *porn* movies,” she said, hoping to break the barrier by saying what, for me, seemed unsayable. “About five years ago.” And then she went on, speaking about it with surprising openness – answering some of my questions and making me more comfortable asking others.

“It’s a good way to make money, if you have the looks and aren’t hung up.” She took a sip of her drink. “I can make a lot of money without working very hard and I can decide when and how much I want to work.”

“You read a lot about women being exploited and abused in the porn industry,” I hazarded.

“Not my experience,” she replied without silivri escort hesitation. “And I haven’t really seen it. I’m not saying it doesn’t happen. It probably does. I suppose it depends on who you’re working with, how you got into it, how strong you are, and a lot more. For me, if I don’t want to do something, I don’t do it. I call the shots and I can walk away anytime I want.”

“So you’re happy in the business?”

“Yeah. I mean, I’ve met creeps in the business, of course. But you meet creeps in any business. For the most part, the guys are fine – the actors, directors, camera men and all.”

She paused and then, when I didn’t blurt out another question, she went on. “You know, there is real acting involved. I don’t mean serious stuff. There are no Dustin Hoffmans or Meryl Streeps in the business. But it’s not just people having sex on camera. Some of the guys who typically play studs, because they look the part, are kind of shy. And I know a girl who regularly plays a dominatrix but is really the kindest, gentlest person you can imagine.”

“How about you? What sort of character do you play? And is it a stretch for you or are you just being yourself?”

“I play lots of roles. Most of us do. Don’t want the fans to get bored, you know. But recently I’ve often been playing the hot-wife, cheating-wife, and cuckoldress roles.”

I was a little puzzled. I’ve watched as much porn as the next guy, but I wasn’t sure I understood the distinctions she was suggesting. It sounded like she thought she was separating these roles but they all sounded pretty much the same to me. I guess my confusion showed.

“They’re different. I guess you’ve got to be into it a little to know all these distinctions. A cheating wife is just what you’d expect. Pretty ordinary run-of-the-mill, real-life character. She’s just a wife who has sex with someone other than her husband without her husband’s knowledge or consent. That’s what makes it *cheating*. Sometimes, of course, the cheating wife gets caught. Then the story can go different ways. A cuckoldress has sex with other men, without her husband’s consent but she lets him know about it. Sometimes she makes him watch; sometimes she even makes him participate, but not as a three-way, two men on one woman. He’s in a subservient role. Maybe he just serves then drinks or something, but he might also have to get her ready for her lover or clean or both of them up afterwards. There’s a big dom/sub element. A hot wife has sex with other men with her husband’s blessing – often at his urging. Sometimes he’s watching, sometimes not. Sometimes he’s involved, too, but it might just be in a two-guys-on-one-chick way.” She took another drink. “And, there are lots of variations; the boundaries aren’t always clear. Isn’t that the way it always is with art.”

Shelley smiled. The art reference was intended to be self-deprecating.

“I don’t get the hot wife thing. You mean guys get off on seeing their wives fuck other men.”

“Honey, you wouldn’t believe the things some guys get off on. But I’m betting more guys get off on imagining seeing their wives fuck other guys than do from actually seeing their wives do it. Fantasies aren’t dreams for reality, you know. The lure of the strange and forbidden, and all that.”

“So, why do you play those sorts of roles?”

“They fit me now. When I first started, I could do the wide-eyed teen roles – you know, the innocent teen who acts like this is her first time. She’s stunned by how big the guy’s cock is, doesn’t know if she can fit it in her mouth, but tries hard to do it. You know, the angel-to-slut-in-one-good-fuck transition… Don’t tell me you didn’t know that guys get off on that!” Shelley laughed. “But now that I’m older, it’s harder to pull off that role. And, besides, lots of the men who watch my stuff are regulars – fans. You have to move on. They’ve seen you do the innocent teen thing and they’re not buying it forever. They want to see you progress.”

Then I asked a question that had been bubbling up in my consciousness for a while but I hadn’t known how to ask without it coming out as a variation on the, “What is a girl like you doing in a place like this?” question. I couldn’t think of a way to avoid this so I said, hoping it would come off right, “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“You mean in a cheap bar? Where would you expect to see a girl like me?” She wasn’t offended; she was just joking, too.

“No, I mean I know were not far from Porn Valley,” referring to San Fernando, “but it’s not just around the corner.”

“Oh,” Shelley began, “we were going to do a shoot in a guy’s house near here. You know, we need different settings to keep the videos fresh. This guy my producer knew slightly has a terrific house for us to shoot in.”

“So why aren’t you there shooting the film.”

“We’re missing a crucial actor. The same guy who owned the house was supposed to play a role in the film. He chickened out.”

“What?”

“The guy was an amateur. He was in the thing şirinevler escort only because he’s loaning us the house. When we got there, film crew and all, he was gone. He left a note saying that we were welcome to use the house but he decided he couldn’t be part of the film.”

“Can’t you just shoot around him?” I asked, as if I knew what I was talking about.

“No. His character is crucial and in the whole film.”

“So, what are you going to do?”

“I told the director that I’d go to a local bar and find someone who was willing to play the role.”

For just a moment, this didn’t register fully. I was so into my “interviewer” role that I almost asked, “and did you find someone?” But when it hit me, I was floored. Shelley was asking me to play a part in a porn film! WTF! These sorts of things don’t happen to people – certainly not to me.

“It’s easy,” Shelley said, sensing my astonishment and reluctance. “And you’re perfect for the part.”

“I’ve never acted in anything,” I said, surprising myself because it sounded as if I was thinking about it but not sure I could pull it off. Was I? I wasn’t sure now.

“Forget what I said earlier about this involving real acting. Of course we play people other than ourselves. But all you need to do for your role is to imagine yourself in the scene and act the way you think you would act.”

“Wait, what kind of scene?” Well, I guess that answered my internal question about whether I was seriously considering this. Why else would I be asking for details.

“Well, it’s the kind of film I told you I’ve been doing recently.” Shelley took a breath. “This one’s a cuck scene.” Another pause while she evaluated my response. “You come home from work; I’m dressed in a negligee and I tell you I have a surprise for you. You’re eager but soon find out that my surprise is that I’m going to have sex with another man – and not just any other man – a guy from your work who just beat you out for a big promotion. You’ll have a few scripted lines, but mostly you just need to look shocked, hurt, and despondent. Andy – that’s the leading man – and I will be taunting you so it won’t be hard to look dejected.”

“I don’t know…”

“Well, the director said, since we’re in a pinch, I could offer you $1,000 – damn good pay for an afternoon’s work.”

“Yeah, it is.” And I could really use the money; that’s for sure. But I was still hesitating.

“Look, I’ll tell you what.” Shelley put her hand on mine. Wow, that felt nice! “I don’t want today to turn out to be a bust for me. If you’ll do this, when we’re done, I’ll take care of you any way you want. Ya got any fantasies, boy? Ever thought of what you’d like to do with a porn star?”

Sure I had. And, furthermore, I’d been thinking of things I’d like to do to Shelley since she sat down next to me – before I knew she was a porn star.

“Okay, I guess I can try,” I stammered out, surprising myself.

“You’ll be great.”

She drove us up to the house – a stunning ranch house on a hill with a large pool and a great view over the valley. I met the crew and the rest of the cast – which meant Andy. They all seemed nice, and normal, enough. I was put at ease. Maybe this wouldn’t be as weird as I worried it might be. And, in any case, there was a grand and a bonus waiting for me when it was over.

Since Shelley had called ahead to say that she’d found a stand in, they were ready to shoot when we arrived. Ted, the director, went over the scene with me, giving me more details than Shelley had in the bar. He gave me a few pages of script but told me not to worry about memorizing it. Ad libs were better. I just needed to know the direction things were going and to play along. The main point was that it was clear that Shelley’s character, Nina, was the dominant one in our relationship. My character, Howard, was a wimp and would acquiesce to Nina’s demands no matter how demeaning.

We did the “honey, I’m home thing” and Nina’s telling me she had a surprise for me part smoothly and I began to relax and get into the role. God, Shelley – Nina, I mean – looked hot in the negligee she was wearing. It was translucent powder blue and just covered her ass. It had a pushup bra built in that exposed the tops of her deliciously round, milky smooth breasts. It occurred to me that I was going to go through several hours of fake humiliation for some very real pleasure at the end. I could do this.

Nina told me to sit down in a chair by the bed and not to move unless she gave me permission. I did a reasonable job of acting confused and nervous, but ultimately compliant. Nina left the room and returned with Rod in tow. (Really! That’s what Andy’s character’s name was. I guess there was no money in the budget for the scriptwriter who showed any creativity. Or, maybe they knew their audience. Maybe this worked with a certain audience.)

“Honey, what are you doing? Who’s this?” I said in a plaintive voice.

“Rod, this is Howard, my husband,” she said, introducing me to him first and şişli escort making ‘husband’ sound like a term of derision. “And Howard,” continuing in a condescending voice, “this is Rod, my boyfriend and the man who’s going to give me the sort of fucking I deserve.”

“What? You can’t do this, Nina.” I protested impotently. “I love you. You’re my wife.”

“Yes. I’m *your* wife; but I’m *Rod’s* lover… well, and his slut, fuck-toy, cock-sucker, bitch… really, anything he wants me to be.”

“Don’t do this. Whatever problems we have, we can work them out,” I pleaded.

“Oh, I’ve already done *this*… lots of times with Rod and with other guys before him. This is just the first time you get to watch.” Shelley’s… Nina’s voice was cold and cruel. “And *we* can’t ‘work out’ the problem. The problem is that you can’t satisfy me. Your dick is way too small and you cum too soon. You’re just not much of a man, Howard. And you’re not even into oral sex – giving, I mean – so you can’t even please me like a woman could.” Man, this Nina bitch was cruel! “The problem, Howard, is *you*! And I’ve already solved it. I’m just letting you in on what the solution is. You can watch it and see how far short of being a real man you are; and ‘short’ is the right word, isn’t it?”

Nina’s tirade was just acting, of course, but I felt humiliated. I felt embarrassed and emasculated. I didn’t have to feign my wimpish resignation.

“Come on, Baby,” Nina purred to Rod. “Let’s have some fun.” And then, turning to me and using a completely different tone, she said, “And you, sissy fag, just sit there and watch. And don’t get any ideas about interfering. It’s not just in the sex department that Rod’s three times the man you are.”

She turned back to Rod and began unbuttoning his shirt and running her hands over his massive chest in a sensuous and submissive way. Rod pulled open Nina’s negligee, exposing the perfect tits I’d been admiring since she walked into the bar. I was guessing that the perfection was the work of a plastic surgeon but, if so, he’d done a great job. They looked completely natural. There wasn’t any noticeable scar but I guess they have ways of hiding those pretty well now.

Rod lifted Nina’s chin and kissed her deeply, passionately, and, really, possessively. I felt jealously! How ridiculous. I’d met Nina… I mean Shelley… less than two hours ago. She wasn’t my wife. I had no claim on her. I tried to tell myself that it wasn’t jealousy I was feeling; it was only envy… I just wanted to be Rod. It was true that I felt envy, but I think I felt jealousy, too. I guess I was getting into my role.

Nina, now wearing only her high heels and her lace panties, sank to her knees and began unbuckling Rod’s belt and unzipping his pants. She went at this with a relish – a fervor, really – that bespoke uncontrollable lust. Nina pulled out Rod’s rod. (Sorry, but why did they give him the name ‘Rod’?) She looked hungry for it and lunged at it, eager to consume it. She worked his pants down with her hands as she wrapped her lips around his rapidly stiffening, and growing, shaft.

I felt my own cock stiffening, too. Seeing in person this stunning woman work Rod’s hard and, I noticed, enormous cock with her lips and mouth was the hottest thing I’d ever seen – orders of magnitude beyond watching things like this on the computer. I congratulated myself on my decision to take Shelley up on the offer to be in the film. If I hadn’t, I never would have experienced such intense voyeuristic pleasure.

The pleasure was compromised some when Nina stopped her ministrations on Rod’s cock and turned to me to say, “See, Howard… this is what a real man’s cock looks like. And the looks are the least of it. His cock fills my hand and my mouth completely and leaves me wanting to be able to be able to take even more of him into my mouth. Your pathetic penis is like a limp wiener. I can feel it in my mouth but, really, why would I want to?”

She was looking right into my eyes as she shamed me this way and I didn’t have to feign discomfort and humiliation. Nina got up and walked over to me. The camera followed her closely. I watched her gorgeous breasts swing gently as she walked and my eyes were draw to her crotch. Her panties were clearly sopping with her juices, flowing freely from her excitement over Rod’s dick.

“Ooohh, I see you have a little stiffy in your pants, don’t you?” Nina knelt down in front of me. Now I wasn’t only aroused, and humiliated; I was nervous about where this was going. Nothing had been said about me being involved in any way other than looking uncomfortable and pleading for this to stop. But, when Nina reached for my zipper and began the process of pulling out my dick, I thought about what it would feel like to have her hand, and maybe more, wrapped around my cock. I wasn’t about to stop her. She had to struggle a little to get me out because I did, indeed, have a stiffy in my pants – a stiffy to top all stiffies.

Her touch excited me beyond description. My cock is about average size but Nina had a way of holding it that made it seem smaller. For just a second, I considered the difference between the way she held my cock, making it look puny, and the way she held Rod’s cock, which exaggerated its size. I’m not saying I was any match for Rod in that department, but the difference wasn’t as much as it appeared from the tricks that Nina used.

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I’ve always had this sexual attraction for young, muscular, guys.

Last summer my husband’s nephew, Alex, came to our city to continue his studies.

It was 8 years ago that I had met him for the first time at my wedding. At the time, he was a cute little boy of 11.

Now, at age 19, he arrived at our place as a mature teenager with a sexy nature…hmmm similar to the ones that I masturbate during my fantasies…

I am a happily married 34 year old woman, redhead, green eyes, white skin and sexy full-figured body that attract glances wherever I go. As I mentioned, I’ve been married for 8 years.

It was a hot summer and we spent most of our time taking Alex to different places in town.

He is a tall, blond, muscular, very well built young guy. I was constantly monitoring him and noticed that he was a little bit shy. Mostly I noticed that he used to sneak glances at my legs and chest specially that I was dressed in a very revealing outfit and shorts.

Next day my husband went to work and I spent the day with Alex playing card games and rearranging the house. He is very good in decorating, his suggestions made sense and my husband and I were very pleased with the changes that he did to our living room.

We spent the rest of the week going around and searching for a nice studio-apartment for him to rent. Eventually we found a very cozy one that his artistic taste appreciates and he moved-out from our place.

It was a nice couple of weeks that we spent together and I really enjoyed his company, especially the gebze escort times when I teased him and made him have an erection that he tried to hide nervously…

In one occasion my pussy got so wet that I had to go and change my panties, as well as rub my pussy to a quick climax before I went back and pretended nothing happened.

In his presence, several times I had to go to my bedroom and masturbate to release the sexual tension. I didn’t want to seduce him, after all he is my husband’s nephew and I am deeply in love with my husband and don’t have the intention of cheating on him and endangering my married life.

Couple of months later, one of my cousins was getting married and Alex was invited too.

At the reception, we were seated on the same table; my hubby on my right and Alex on my left.

I discovered that he is really on the shy side and I urged him to dance with the attractive, young girls on the dance floor, but he refused…

Eventually I took him to dance. I really got turned on by the fact that he is my husband’s nephew and a handsome young guy. My juices were really flowing and my pussy and panties were damp, I had to change them. Usually I keep a pair of panties in my purse for similar occasions. So, after the dance I excused myself and went to the ladies room to change. On my way back I wanted to take a fresh air and went outside for a walk, I started thinking about Alex and my sexual attraction for him. Eventually, I decided that I need to fulfill my fantasy and göztepe escort seduce him no matter what!

On my way back, I noticed a room in one of the corridors, I opened it and it was empty, except for a chair and a table.

I went back to my table. The night passed and my husband mentioned that he had left the wedding present in the car. I said I can bring it since I needed a fresh air. Then I asked Alex if he can help me bring the present in…

We went to the car, picked the present and came back, on our way back I faked a slip and pretended that my ankle is hurting me. Limping I led him to the room that I had discovered earlier. I sat on the table, while Alex tried to comfort me, I removed my shoe and put my leg on the chair and asked him to massage it for me. He didn’t hesitate and started massaging my stocking’d foot. I bent my knee in a way that dropped my skirt higher on my hip and most of my legs were exposed to him. He was trying hard to avoid staring at my legs and to make things more difficult for him I opened my legs wider and exposed my panties to him. I was making it quite obvious and wanted him to react…

Finally I took the initiative and said; “Alex, do you find my legs sexy?”

“uhmmm…sure Lisa.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to show me what you can do with your lips…”

“I…I don’t understand…”

“Stop massaging my foot and remove my panties Alex.”

He did what I told him.

Then halkalı escort I held his head and lowered it to my wet snatch.

“Lick it Alex, it’s all yours, hot and juicy.”

I was really surprised at the expertise that he showed in lapping my cunt, in no time I was cumming in his mouth and having the greatest orgasm ever. Alex licked me dry and then he stood up, I was still shaking.

“We better go before they suspect anything,” he said.

“I need to take care of you Alex.”

“No, I think we need to go back Lisa, it was my pleasure to do it to you, don’t worry about me.”

Well, he was right, we were getting late.

Back at the table everything was normal and Alex behaved very mature and well.

An hour later, most of the tables were getting empty, and it was about time to leave. I whispered to Alex to go and wait for me in the same room. He left. I excused myself and left to the direction of the washroom, then slipped and went to meet Alex.

I opened the door and he was there, waiting for me, his pant down to his knees and his 9 inch pecker in his hand…

Without any hesitation, I went down on my knees and took his dick in my mouth. I felt heat coming out of his prick and the blood flowing in the nerves…

After several strokes and a good licking and sucking Alex held my head with both hands, got stiff and shot his load down my throat. I couldn’t move my head even if I wanted to, and swallowed every drop of his cum.

It was a quick one. We left separately and joined my hubby and the group as if nothing had happened.

A week later we had intercourse at his apartment and then I explained to him that we can’t do it anymore. That was it. I had my fantasy come true and got the satisfaction to fuck a young stud.

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I am 60 years old. I had just retired and was looking forward to enjoying my retirement with my wife. We were virgins when we married and though I had quite a fantasy life, we only had sex with each other. Our sex life, though difficult at times due to her night-shift job, was generally fulfilling. She was a little on the chunky side, as was I, but enjoyed sex as much as I did. All those plans we made were dashed when she died of a heart attack one night at work. As our two children had already moved out of the house, I was alone for the first time since I was in my twenties.

Not knowing what else to do, I decided to start a little lawn mowing business, as there are plenty of folks who don’t want to pay a big service with all their high costs. As my business continued to grow, I began to slim down and decided to get myself into good shape. I finally, though workouts and diet, got back to a weight I hadn’t seen since my twenties. I even discovered a little bit of a six pack underneath all those pounds I lost.

One of my first customers was a young professional couple in their late 30s. Donna was an educational administrator, extremely attractive. With her short, dark hair and great figure, she was quite a sight. I could see that she had great breasts and a tight ass under those business suits. Her husband was just as attractive. Michael was slim and blonde and tanned. He worked in the sales field, though not as successfully as she.

They made for a striking couple, and when they spent time lounging at their pool as I mowed, I could see that they both had great bodies. I always hoped that I would be invited to the pool, so I could get a closer look, küçükçekmece escort but I had no such luck. Misfortune struck them as well. Donna, while on a business trip, was killed in a car accident. Michael was understandably despondent.

Several months after her death, as I mowed their lawn, Michael came out to speak to me. He invited me to the pool and got me a beer. He opened up to me and we spoke about being alone. He wanted to know how I dealt with my loneliness.

As we sat there and drank, he asked how I dealt with my sexual desires. Embarrassed as I was, I shared that online porn and masturbation was my only real outlet. I cut the conversation short and finished my mowing. He sat at the pool and watched me.

Several hours later, he called me at the house and invited me over for dinner, so we could talk some more. After dinner, he asked me if I’d like to see some porn. I accepted and he put it on his big screen tv in the living room. It took me seconds to realize that it was his own amateur porn and he and the wife were the performers. The camera was set up in the bedroom and there was a knock on the bedroom door.

A woman in a nightgown went to the door and in the doorway was Donna, in one of her business suits. Then I realized the woman, with flowing blonde hair, was Michael. Slowly, Michael undressed his wife, starting with her suit coat and blouse. He removed her bra and began sucking her tits, which were even better than I imagined they had been. As he removed her slacks, still in his night gown, I could see a noticeable bulge in the boxer briefs she was wearing.

He küçükyalı escort removed them and I could see she was wearing a huge, flesh-colored strap-on dildo. Immediately, he dropped to his knees and began to suck her dick. I could see his erection against his night gown. I was getting turned on, primarily by her body, but also due to his ability to suck that dick. As she turned to the side, I could see that her ass was even better than I thought.

She lay on the bed and he began to eat her pussy, intermittently sucking the dildo, until she had an orgasm. Then he lay on the bed on his stomach. She raised up his nightgown to show his ass, then lubed up the dildo with her own juices. Before I could even think, she spread his legs and started fucking her husband, with both of them moaning loudly.

He had an orgasm, cumming on the bed and she appeared to have another orgasm. I turned to Michael and he had dropped his shorts and was masturbating there in the living room. Though I was stunned, I continued to watch him until he came, spurting all over himself. I excused myself and left the house. After I got home, I masturbated and came almost immediately. I can’t tell you what part of the video turned me on the most.

A day or two later, Michael called on the phone to apologize. I told him there was no need, as the porn had obviously turned me on, but I had never been with a man before. After a little more small talk, I heard him take a deep breath, then ask me If I’d like to come over to the house.

When I hesitated, he suggested that I come over dressed in a business suit. I thought for maltepe escort a moment, then indicated I would be over after showering and getting dressed. As luck would have it, I happened to have a grey, pin-striped suit that came pretty close to the one Donna had worn in the video. As I showered, I had to resist the urge to masturbate, anticipating what would happen next.

I arrived at Michael’s house and rang the bell. He came to the door in that same flowing nightgown, complete with makeup, a wig, and a drink in his hand for me. I was taken at how attractive he was, especially his tight ass, which was easy to make out in the gown. I downed the drink quickly and he led me to the bedroom.

He gently undressed me, taking my coat, and tie. Then he took off my shirt and began to kiss and suck my nipples. I stepped out of my shoes and socks, then he undid my belt and dropped my pants to the floor. He put his mouth on my erection through my boxer briefs and bit it gently. He pulled off my shorts and started sucking my dick. I apologized that it was not as big as the dildo his wife had used, but he didn’t seem to care.

On cue, I lay back on the bed and allowed him to do what he wished. He continued to suck my dick and lick my balls. He raised my legs up and licked my ass until I knew I was close. I stood up and lay him on his stomach on the edge of the bed. I rubbed his ass through the silky gown, then pulled it up onto his back.

I rubbed his tanned ass, then got on my knees and licked his ass and down his crack to his hole. I got him on his knees and started to tongue fuck him until he was nice and juicy. I pulled the gown off him and put my dick inside him. I started to fuck him hard and I reached around and grabbed his erection and jacked him off as I fucked him. He started to cum and I immediately came inside him.

I pumped his ass until it almost hurt. I collapsed on top of him. I told him that I will still mow his lawn, but now, we both knew the price he would have to pay.

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Jessica, Lissa, and I walked into the club, which was surprisingly packed, and I could already feel the molly taking hold of me. I told the girls to go find us a spot to dance while I grabbed some drinks. I went up to the bar and ordered their favorite drinks as well as one for myself. After tipping the bartender handsomely I looked around for my sisters and found them immediately.

They weren’t hard to spot since they were already dancing with each other, and I could see then caressing each other. I strutted over to then and handed them their drinks while I wedged my way between them. I could tell they were already feeling good because as soon as we started dancing I felt their hands all over me. Jess was dancing in front of me and facing me, I chugged my drink and tossed it aside. Now with both hands free I decided to grab her firm ass and bring her even closer to me. She giggled wildly and whispered in my ear, “you naughty boy” with a playful tone.

Jess brought her face back so that we were looking at each other in the eye. I couldn’t contain my lust any longer. I dove in and planted a huge kiss right on her soft and supple lips. Without missing a beat she kissed me right back, which is exactly what I hoped for. She surprised me, however by sliding her tongue into my mouth.

The next thing I know I feel a hand grab my erect cock and start to stroke it. I broke the amazing kiss between me and Jess and turned to see Lissa with her arms wrapped around me with an eager look on her face. She looked over to Jess and türbanlı escort said, “you don’t get him all to yourself ya know.”

The look on her face was undeniable, she wanted me, and I wanted her. So I leaned in and we started making out while the three of us were still grinding on each other.

I felt my hand being grabbed and the next thing I knew my hand was squeezing and caressing Lissa’s tits. I always marveled at how amazing they looked, but that was nothing compared to how they felt. I slowly worked my way down, gliding my fingers down her side and to her hips.

My hand rand across her waist and I could feel that she wasn’t wearing any panties. My dick throbbed as my hand slid down to her bare thigh then back up under her dress. I could hear her gasp in ecstasy as I teased her with my fingertips grazing around her pussy.

I looked down to see another hand on her other thigh. I knew it was Jess’.

I interlocked our fingers and ran them across Lissa’s clit. I could feel her shudder with pleasure against my body. With her other hand Jess grabbed hold of my raging boner and began to stroke it. With that I took my free hand and started rubbing her crotch. I could feel that she wasn’t wearing panties either and I thought I was gonna lose it. Suddenly I pulled back from both of them. They looked me, both confused. I pulled both of them close and began to kiss Lissa, I then pulled Jessica in, and we were all making out with each other.

The music suddenly tüyap escort stopped, and so did we. We looked around and saw everyone getting ready to leave. I looked at my watch and saw it was already 4 o’clock. I looked to both of my sisters and asked them if they were ready to take the party home. They nodded excitedly and I could tell that they were ready to be taken. We made it home without any trouble. We walked into the house and I went straight to the stereo to out on some edm. I cranked volume and led them to the bedroom. Before we even made it to the bed they worked in unison to strip me down to my boxers. I pulled both their dresses off and froze. Their bodies were perfect. Even better than I dreamt. They took advantage of me not doing anything and pulled my underwear off together and giggled as my dick sprung free.

The Milly was in full effect now and I gasped as I looked down and saw both of them lick my dick together. They started working feverishly taking turns swallowing my entire erection. I pulled both of them up and kissed each of them quickly. I then pushed Jess onto the bed and put Lissa on top of her. I knelt down and marveled at their soaking wet pussies. Then I started with Jess licking her snatch and went straight up to Lissa’s. They both moaned loudly and then they said together, “I want you inside of me.” I now had a choice to make of who I wanted to please first. I decided on Jess because we spent more time together and I fantasized about her on an almost tuzla escort daily basis.

I dribbled some spit onto my cock for lubrication and slid into Jessica’s tight pussy. She screamed in ecstasy as I moaned and complimented her on how amazing it felt to be inside her. She replied, “shut up and fuck me!!” With that said I started pumping harder, harder and harder. Then slowly, pulling out to just the tip and ramming my cock all the way in. She screamed in ecstasy and as I pulled out to the tip again I was forced all the way out as she squirted all over.

Lissa didn’t miss a beat, she leaned over and sucked and licked all of Jess’ cum off my dick the licked her pussy for a little. I stoked my hard on as I watched the two of them. Jess was still shaking from her amazing orgasm, and I was ready for more, so as Lissa was licking Jess I climbed behind her and slipped my dick into her wet pussy. She cried out as I penetrated her all the way and I reached around to start massaging her clit. I saw her reach down under the bed and she pulled out a vibrator! She turned it on and I could hear the him as she slid it into Jess’ still wet pussy. Then I felt Jess start to lick my balls and work in tandem with my finger around Lissa’s clit.

Just as I was about to cum I pulled out and got them two of them together. Stroking my cock, cum starts shooting out of me.

I covered both of my sisters faces in my hot sticky cum with probably the biggest load I ever shot. They turned to each other with a big smile on their faces and started licking the cum off the other’s face. I collapsed onto the bed, and when they were finished cleaning each other they laid on either side of me and curled up. I whispered how amazed I was at the experience, and Jess turned to me and said with a wink, “I’m glad you enjoyed it because this won’t be the last time.”

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I go to high school at age 19 and I’m going to tell you about the best day of high school I ever had in my life. I’d grown up to be a very fit person at 6 feet and I didn’t have much trouble meeting girls, but there were a few which I always stared at but knew I could never have. One girl’s name was Jamie, she had the biggest pair of boobs that a teenager could have at 18! She was short but her bust (which she always showed off nicely) made up for any imperfections. Her friend Meghan was also very busty and had the face of an angel (I’d whacked off many a night dreaming of cuming all over that face).

It was summer vacation and nearly time to go back when I got an invitation which read:

“Students must report to school a day early this year, and cum prepared”

I noticed the word cum in the note and laughed thinking how everyone of out 200 students had gotten the same note. I was angry about having to go back to school so early but I decided to go anyway.

I pulled up in my car and noticed a couple of sexy seniors at the door, I also noticed the parking lot was empty and no one appeared to be here except myself and the babes. They were wearing skimpy bathing suits which barely covered their massive tits which looked like they were about to bust right through the fabric (If only they were Jamie and Meghan!!). As I approached I saw them whisper to each other and noticed their nipples becoming very hard and noticeable.

“Hello there, welcome to sex ed” the first said with a big smile on her face. I asked what the hell was going on and was only met with a passionate kiss and the pair taking me inside the school. The one who kissed me took off her bikini top letting her breasts bounce up and down right in front of my face. I started sucking her nipple, rubbing her other breast with my hand, playfully bringing it to a further erection. She started moaning loudly and I noticed her counterpart moving down between my legs and rubbing my rock hard cock through my pants. She got between my legs and lay down, unzipping my pants as she did so. She brought it out and started moving her tongue up and down my shaft, making me ever harder.

I started licking the other’s tits harder and she screamed out in pleasure, I moved my left hand from her breast down to her legs where I slipped it inside her bikini bottoms and began rubbing her pussy. She threw her head back and started moaning loudly, riding my fingers until she exploded and my hand was wet with her cum. She fell to the ground and was completely spent. I got off the second girl and let her lick the cum of my fingers, I slid my cock deep inside her and started moving back and forth. I grabbed her boobs and started fucking her harder and harder until I felt a stir in my balls. I told her I was cuming and she begged me to pull out and cum all over her. I decided to be a gentleman and so I did what she said, exploding all over her pretty little face. She lay down with her counterpart and the proceeded to lick each other clean off any cum which was quite taksim escort a show in itself.

“mmmm, there isn’t really any school today, Jamie and Meghan decided to give you what you always wanted, you’re job is to go through the school and try to find them, and feel free to have fun with anyone else you might see on the way” With that they started rolling around on the floor together, kissing and sucking every part of each other’s bodies.

I couldn’t believe this! I was going to fuck the two girls I had wet dreams about every night! I wanted to find them right away so I began my search of the school. I came to a class room with a sign on it marked “blow job 101”. I opened the door to reveal a site I’d never before seen! (not even in a porno movie!) The room was filled with naked girls, half of whom had dildos strapped to their pussys and the other half sucking them like they were real dicks! I noticed the teacher was walking around with her hand pushing in and out of her skirt. She was a babe who had been a cheerleader for our football team only a year ago, she was experienced and had a reputation of never leaving a guy unsatisfied. When she saw me she rushed over and took me to the middle of the class.

“Now we can begin class, please stop practicing” all the girls stopped sucking and looked toward us. “Now this is a male, and as we all know males have cocks which we females can have a lot of fun with. Their tools can be aroused very easily as I will now demonstrate, lisa, katie, please come to the front.” The two girls were already naked and stood right in front of me. “Now begin the exercise”

They started making out right in front of me!!! I watched as they pushed each others tongues in and out of of their mouths and then as their hands touched and rubbed each other breasts. One moved down between the other’s legs and started licking her cunt, sucking in her juice and making her moan with pleasure, she touched her breasts and started to breathe hard as she was approaching her climax…

“There class, notice his penis becoming very straight and hard” I hadn’t been listening and I was suddenly very aware of my erection and tried to cover it somehow, but the teacher moved over and turned me to face the smiling class. “lisa and katie, you may return to your seats… now class as you see this can be very uncomfortable for males and the problem for them can be solved very easily” and with that she went down to her knees and took my red hot tool into her mouth. I let out a gasp and grabbed on to her hair as she sucked my cock and forced it deeper and deeper down her throat. She looked up at me and that was all it took, I exploded inside her and she made sure to shallow it all before licking my dick until it became limp in her mouth. She stood up, cum still on the corner of her lip, sweat rolling off her and told the class how good that had felt.

The class returned to practicing and I stayed to help them out a little bit, at one time I saw a topkapı escort girl who was obviously afraid to stick a dildo in her mouth so I offered to help her out. I told her a real dick is much better tasting and a better way to learn. I sat on the desk and let her suck me to erection once again, her young mouth moved all over my dick and after a few minutes I could tell she was very turned on by having my organ in her sweet mouth. I turned to the other girl and took her dildo off and started fingering her cunt as she grabbed her boobs and pinched her nipples. I was about to cum when I told her to stop sucking so I could show her something else. I placed her on her hands and knees and told her to put her ass in the air. I placed my dick at the entrance to her ass and pushed my way in. She screamed out in pain and pleasure when I got the entire length inside her and after only a short time she came and I blew my load deep inside her.

I shut the door to the classroom and continued my search for my hot babes. I made it to the staff room where I saw a very sexy girl sitting on a black leather couch wearing a tight tank top (which displayed some very nice cleavage) and a mini skirt. She didn’t say a word when she saw me, but began taking her tank top off. The straps came down and her breasts came out with a bounce revealing the nicest pair of tits I’d ever seen (besides megan’s or Jamie’s that is). She uncrossed her legs a little and I saw her panties, dripping wet. I moved over to the coach and sat beside her, she let me lick her boobs and rub her pussy. I made sure every inch of her tits had attention before I put my head between them and licked at her amazing cleavage. I moved downward and removed her skirt and panties, she laid on the coach as I started licking her pussy, pushing my tongue in and out causing her to spasm with pleasure and cry out for me to give her more.

Her juices tasted so sweet and the smell of her sex only made me more horny. I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled out my dick and pushed it deep inside her. She screamed out and begged me to fuck her. I rapidly moved my dick inside her causing her to slide on the coach making her breasts jiggle and bounce. I grabbed onto them and moved down to start licking them as I continued to fuck her hard. She grabbed my head and whispered that she wanted me to cum deep inside her and not pull out. I moved back up and concentrated on my fucking, she moaned and screamed dramatically and eventually her eyes rolled back and she pushed her entire body up towards me as she climaxed, I came seconds later filling her insides with my cum. She got up and kissed me passionately as she thanked me for such a great fuck.

I fixed myself up and now more then ever I wanted to find my ultimate goal. I walked around the halls seeing a random girl walking around half naked every so often (I made sure to at least touch each one) until I made it to the girls change room where my entire sex life changed forever.

I tesettürlü escort saw Jamie, her back was towards me and her hand was moving in and out of her pussy under her cheerleading uniform. For a minute I just stood and watched her, pushing herself to climax, getting her big chest wet with sweat. My cock grew hard watching her and so I pulled it out and began to stroke it as I moved toward her. I got right up to her ass and put my cock against it, rubbing it up and down against her smooth skin.

“We’ve been expecting you…” she managed to say in a slutty voice. It was then I heard a shower turn off and Meghan appear, wearing nothing at all. “We know you’ve wanted us, now we’re going to make your dreams come true baby.” She walked toward me boobs bouncing up and down as she did, got right up beside me and started licking my ear and moving all around my body. Jamie turned around and put my hands on her breasts, letting me squeeze and rub them through her uniform. Then she told me to sit down as she climbed on top of me and put her tongue in my mouth. Meghan moved behind her and reached around to grab Jamie’s boobs, she then started stripping Jamie while she rubbed her pussy against my dick, in effect giving me the lap dance of my life.

Soon Jamie was naked, riding my dick, and thrusting her massive tits in my face. Meghan climbed under us and started sucking my balls. Jamie started riding my dick faster and I felt her climax on top of me, but she pulled out before I could cum and said it was Meghan’s turn. I expected Meghan to climb and start riding me but instead she instructed me to stand up, and as I did she put my dick between her boobs and started rubbing them all over my tool. She looked up at me and smiled before moving her head down to suck my dick as she slid her breasts all over it. Jamie began kissing me deeply and touching my every body part. I in turn rubbed her wet pussy and made sure to keep her nipples erected. It wasn’t long before I felt myself starting to cum. The two girls sat in front of me and begged me to cum on them, so I did exploding all over their faces, sending cum into their mouths and hair. I fell to the floor exhausted after such a long day.

When I woke up I found that I hadn’t moved and Jamie and Meghan were both sucking on my dick! They sucked and licked like it was the best tasting thing they’d ever had in their lives until I was rock hard again and ready for action. Meghan laid down on the floor and I climbed on top of her and started fucking her while Jamie sat on her face and offered me her lovely chest once again. Meghan screamed in between licks and I kept on driving my dick deeper and deeper inside this sexy dream. Jamie pulled me away from her boobs and looked straight at me tell me to fuck her hard, keep fucking that little slut. Meghan was so turned on by this that she let out a scream of climax and came all over my dick. I pulled out and pushed Jamie to the floor, climbing on top of her and shoving my dick in right away as far as I could. She let out a yelp and told me to go harder on her virgin pussy. I fucked her as fast and as hard as I could until she too screamed out in orgasm and I filled her sweet insides with my cum.

It was the day of my life and after that I’m happy to say I had many more encounters with Meghan and Jamie but those are stories for another time…

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