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Taking Michele

It began when I started college. I moved from a farm to a nice little city, around 66,000 people or so. You know, the kind of city that has crime, but it hides out until after dark.

It was here that I first met Michele. Michele was the first girl I really knew in college. I didn’t yet know why she was so friendly, but it didn’t matter. I was in a new city and it’s always a good idea to make friends.

Michele’s life was an open book, if you had the time and patience to read it. I admit, the stories she told about her life were sometimes tedious. But, I really didn’t care, usually I was too busy staring at Michele’s body. Michele was intensely attractive.

And so college, and my relationship with Michele, continued. She was easy to get to know. She was different than other girls, she always wanted to be “one of the guys.” Which was fine by me. Name one other girl who would sit next to you at the nudie bar.

I had thought about dating Michele, but I knew it would never work. It’s like when you wake up on a sunny day and you already know it’ll turn out shitty. You don’t know why, you just know. Besides, she had a boyfriend, so why be a home-wrecker. Nothing like a good bit of “eye candy”, and a friend, to get you through those boring lectures.

Then, for some reason, Michele started missing school. When she would show up, she wasn’t friendly anymore. She was, for lack of a more accurate word, bitchy. You just couldn’t talk to her anymore. Finally, I confronted Michele about it. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen it sooner.

“My boyfriend and I broke up,” she said. He had dumped Michele for one of her best high school friends. No wonder she was upset.

Dark days had fallen on happy Michele. She still talked just as much, but it wasn’t entertaining as before. We still would go out together sometimes, but life wasn’t the same anymore.

Then one day after school, Michele surprised me at my apartment. I had been jerking off on the couch, watching a good porno movie when she knocked on the door. I hurried into some loose clothing and went to the door.

“Hi there! Watch’a doin?” Michele greeted me. I could tell she knew something was up. Probably because I was blushing like someone who had just been caught masturbating.

“I was just watching a movie.” I said, standing aside to invite her in. She continued to bug me about being nervous.

“Watching a movie huh? Hmm…” she snatched my VCR remote and pressed “play”. The scene appeared on the TV: a thick-muscled man fucking the shit out of a woman, who was eating another woman’s pussy.

“Oooo…kinky.” Michele cooed, really having fun with the situation. At least she was playful again.

“Give me that back!” I said, trying to grasp the remote. I chased her around the house trying to get the remote back. We both stopped when we heard the orgasmic screams coming from the TV. Maybe it appealed to both of us. So, we decided to sit down and watch porn together. Like I said, Michele was “one of the guys”. We talked a while, glancing back and forth from the TV. It’s hard to carry on a conversation while a big-breasted woman is giving a sloppy blowjob right in front of you. Then Michele totally shocked me.

“Wouldn’t it be great to live life like in porn movies?” she asked?

“How do you mean?” I replied.

“Well, wouldn’t it be great to just… have a friend you could just go and fuck the shit out of every time you were horny, then go home and go to bed. You know, none of the relationship crap, just, you know, whenever you get the urge.”

She smiled. I was amazed. This is the kind of situation that always ends up in the porn magazine letters section.

“That would be great,” I said. “Just to have a really good fuck every now and then, with Çankaya Escort no hang-ups, no heartache, just like the porns. Too bad it doesn’t happen in real life,” I sighed.

“What do you mean it doesn’t happen in real life?” Michele asked.

“Well, you start dating a girl…or guy, ” I said, staring at her, “and you really like them, and maybe you have sex. Then, you’re so emotionally attached it hurts like hell to break up. Hell, I wouldn’t know what a one night stand is like! I’ve never…” My sentence was cut off when she pressed her lips to mine. We kissed for a while on the couch, until the orgasmic porno screams from the TV prompted us to really make out. Then, in the middle of it, Michele jumps up, turns off the TV, and runs to my room.

“I’ll be right back!” she laughs. Oh well, at least I’ve got her bra to play with. After a few minutes she came back, totally naked. She stood in front of me on the couch, purposely letting me stare at her gorgeous body. Her soft smooth skin looked as if it had been painted over a stone sculpture…of a very sexual woman. Her big breasts heaved with each breath, and her eyes hinted at the whore’s mind she was hiding.

“Now I’ll show you what fucking a friend is like…” she said. She jumped into my lap, straddling my legs on the couch. My hard cock rubbed against the wetness of her pussy, making us both catch our breath. Michele moaned, and pressed my head into her breasts. I took them in my mouth, sucking, licking, and gently biting her nipples. I could feel Michele’s pussy become dripping wet, and the warm feeling of her pussy lips. She gave me a big wet kiss, then dropped to her knees on the floor.

She licked my cock from my balls to its head, then took it into her mouth. I moaned with pleasure, as she sucked me hard and deep. My hands rubbed her shoulders, and I looked into her deep green eyes. I saw a very different Michele staring back at me, one who was a sexy slut. A dream date one night stand. Then I saw my cock disappear into her mouth. She took all of me, I could feel the back of her throat trying to swallow my cock. She pulled me out, then forced her lips down again, all the way to my balls. Saliva leaked from her soft lips as she tried to swallow my cock, and I moaned with pleasure. I could take no more.

Grabbing her by her long brown hair, I pulled her from my cock and gave her a wet kiss. I think she liked things a bit rough. We traded places, and I quickly started licking her sweet pussy. Michele moaned as I took her clit in my mouth, sucking it like her big chewy nipples. I sucked her pussy lips, then drove my tongue into her soaking hole. Her juices flowed onto my tongue and lips. The sweet taste of them only made me lick faster, and drive my tongue deeper.

“Mmmm…” Michele closed her eyes, grabbing my head hard, pressing my face into her pussy. “Ohh baby I want you so bad…. I want your cock inside me.” she moaned. She didn’t have to tell me twice.

In one smooth motion, I stood up on my knees and drew close to Michele. Her knees rested on my shoulders as I nudged my cock to the wet lips of her pussy. She moaned softly as I slid inside. I could feel the tightness of her pussy, though I knew she was no stranger to fucking. We began to build a rhythm, pushing our hips to meet each other. I could feel her muscles contract, squeezing my hard cock inside her pussy. Her fingernails dug into my back as I began to fuck her harder, pulling almost al the way out then slamming back inside her. I kissed her dry, salty lips, moistened from the sweat on my chest.

Suddenly, a knock at the door! “Fuck!” I cried, half startled, and half pissed off. Michele was giving me the best sex I’ve had since… well ever! Michele put her fingers to my Cebeci Escort lips and pulled me close.

“Don’t worry…it’s my sister.” she whispered softly in my ear. “I phoned her from your room.” I was confused as hell. Michele could read my thoughts. “Oh you haven’t begun to be surprised yet!” She wiggled out from under me, and strode to the door, pussy juice running down her thighs.

Her younger sister walked in, and was quite indifferent to seeing her big sister buck naked, with her pussy soaking. Rather, she entered Michele’s outstretched arms and gave her a passionate kiss. They looked at me for a reaction. The look on my face made it obvious I liked what I saw.

It turns out Michele and her sister Cheryl, now 16, had been lovers since their father was killed two years ago. For some reason, their way to deal with the depression they were facing was to have sex. At any rate, ever since then they have been having steamy lesbian sex together.

I stood by the couch in disbelief. “Too much for one day.” I thought to myself. Michele, whom I had been lusting after for so long now, and now her younger sister?

“Don’t get your hopes up,” said Michele, “you can’t fuck her. She’s saving her virginity, except that which she gives to me.” She drove her tongue down her sisters throat, grabbing her ass. “But,” she said, “besides fucking her, you can do whatever you want.”

With that, they moved to the middle of the living room and began to make love on the floor, with me watching from the couch. They caressed each other’s bodies like lovers on their wedding night. The skill they used, touching each other in just the right places, demonstrated their experience together. Cheryl was as beautiful as Michele, with shorter blonde hair, and small firm tits. Michele grabbed her sister’s firm ass, gently fingering her asshole. Her sister giggled, then playfully bit Michele’s neck. It seems they both like it rough. Michele spanked Cheryl’s ass hard. “Come on bitch,” she bit her lip, “are you gonna put out for me?”

“MMmm…only if I can make you cum for me slut!” Cheryl said, taking Michele’s breast in her mouth. Michele grabbed her sisters hair and pulled her head back hard, then shoved her tongue down her throat.

“Then make me cum…if you can.” said Michele, shoving her sister’s face into her cunt. Cheryl licked and sucked her sister’s cunt, trying to fuck her with her tongue. Michele squeezed her nipples hard, bit her lip, and moaned like I was still fucking her. I slid off the couch, drew close to Cheryl’s tight round ass, and slid my tongue up her thigh and into her pussy.

“You did say I could do everything else!” I playfully replied, again sinking my tongue into Cheryl’s sweet cunt. I could hear Cheryl moan over her sister’s clit. When she tried to come up for air or kiss me, Michele would shove her head down again.

“Make me fucking cum bitch!” cried Michele. Cheryl had buried two fingers in her cunt and was pounding into her, so hard it made her big tits bounce. “Ohh…fuck me baby, fuck me with your fingers! Fuck it….keep it up and I’ll cum!” Michele panted, her breasts glistening with sweat.

“Oh I’ll make you cum bitch…” replied Cheryl. She gently bit her sister’s clit, “you like that? Huh?” Cheryl shoved a finger up Michele’s tight asshole. “Ooohh yeah, big sister’s gonna cum if I fuck her like a whore!”

“Mmmm….mmMMM!” Michele squeezed her big tits tight, licking her lips. Cheryl slammed another finger into her sister’s asshole. Michele could hold back no longer. Her body released in a tremendous orgasm. “Uuuhhh! Mmmm!” Michele’s orgasmic screams echoed in my ears as she came all over her sister’s fingers, still working away at her cunt and asshole. Michele’s body heaved until Çukurambar Escort her orgasmic spasms slowly subsided. Michele lay still, reeling from the huge orgasm her sister had given her.

Then all at once, she sat upright and grabbed her sister by the hair. “You call that an orgasm bitch? I’ll show you how it’s done.” Michele said, forcing her sister on her back. Michele turned to me, still in awe of the whole situation. “Well don’t just sit there and gawk you silly bastard, fuck me!” She spread her sister’s legs and began to eat her pussy. She reminded me of a wolf, ever so gently sinking it’s teeth into it’s prey. Cheryl moaned and squealed with delight as Michele smacked at her cunt.

I grabbed my cock and thrust it deep into Michele’s stretched pussy. Her orgasmic juices allowed a smooth slide, all the way to my balls. Michele moaned, and thrust two fingers into her sister.

“I want you to feel what it’s like for him to fuck me.” Michele stared into her little sister’s eyes. “I want you to pretend it’s his big cock fucking you and cum all over my fingers.” I grabbed Michele’s ass tightly and fucked her from behind, reaching around to grab handfuls of her big meaty tits. I fucked her hard and deep, hammering her face into Cheryl’s wet cunt. Michele’s pussy felt so good. She began to moan into her sister’s pussy, refusing to come up for air. Cheryl thrashed about on the floor, her sister’s fingers pounding into her asshole and her tongue fucking her cunt.

“Fuck her in the ass! Michele loves it when you fuck her in the ass!” cried Cheryl. Michele turned and winked at me in approval. I bent over and spit all over her still-stretched asshole. Then, I grabbed my cock and plunged it inside Michele’s ass. Her head bobbed up and she screamed in delight, before returning to her sister’s cunt. Michele’s asshole began to loosen as I fucked it harder, and pushed my cock deeper. I reached around and fingered Michele’s cunt.

Cheryl was close to orgasm now. She was grinding her hips against Michele’s face, moaning louder and louder. “Mmmm honey I’m going to cum! I’m gonna cum all over your fingers!” Michele began to pound her sister’s cunt as hard as I was slamming into her asshole. “UuuuUnnnhhh!” Cheryl came, juicing all over Michele’s fucking fingers. I began to moan too, all this action had made me way too horny.

Cheryl sprang into action, positioning herself on the bottom of a 69, underneath Michele’s cunt and my ass-fucking cock. “Fuck her in the ass, then come on my face! We haven’t been properly introduced yet!” smiled Cheryl, as she began to lick my balls and Michele’s pussy. I pushed Michele’s face down into her sister’s cunt.

“Yeah…lick it,” I moaned, “lick it while I fuck you in your asshole.” Michele loved it. I grabbed her long brown hair and tugged her head back hard. “You like it when I fuck you in the ass hard like this? You like being treated like a whore?” Michele moaned in approval, freeing herself from my hand and returning to Cheryl’s cunt. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls. “Cheryl….you ready? I’m gonna cum….straight from your sister’s ass to your face! Are you ready?” Cheryl opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out like she was catching snowflakes at Christmas. “Uuunnnhhh…” I pulled out of Michele’s ass and jerked my exploding cock all over Cheryl’s face. Gobs of my cum splattered onto her cheeks, lips, eyes, hair, everywhere. I squeezed every last drop from my cock, then pushed it into Cheryl’s mouth. She sucked me off, draining my last drop of spunk. I slapped her cheeks with my dick, smearing my cum all over her face with it. “Mmmmm baby you girls are so good!” I sighed.

Michele turned around and began to lick my cum off Cheryl’s face. “We know we’re good,” she smiled, “it’s not often we let a man in on it.” She slurped a big gob of my cum from her sister’s face. “But, anything goes, for a friend.” she winked.

After Michele cleaned her up, we all had a steamy shower together, and spent the rest of the day in bed, doing the best thing friends could ever do… fuck!

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My names Brad and I’m here to tell you about my sixteenth birthday. My family had planned a surprise party for me but they had no idea that I had my own surprise planned for them. But before I start I’ll tell you a bit about me and my family.

I’ll start with My Dad, Bob, he’s 39 years old and works a lot with the company he started back before I was born. He’s an average sized man for his age, not really over weight, but a pretty big potbelly. I’m 5’11 now, I quite a bit bigger than my dad (in more ways than one), he’s only 5’6. My cock is about 11.5 inches when it’s hard and from what I’ve seen of my dad in the showers when I was a kid I would be surprised if my dad was even 5 inches when hard. He started smoking when he was 20 and those years definitely showed, he was also almost completely bald. I’m pretty sure the only thing my mom Linda found attractive about him was his money. My Father and I are both from Australia, but my step-mom, Linda, is from Japan.

My biological Mother died when I was still very young and after that my Dad moved to the States and found Linda. I loved her just like she was my mother. It did, however, make it hard for me not be attracted to her, knowing it was completely legal. . Moms tits were easily 36C but I had never stolen a bra or asked to find out. She was short too which I always found really sexy in women standing only 5’1 and weighed about 100lbs most of that being in the chest. Even though she was 32, she had never had only had the only child always took amazing care of her body and it showed. She had perfectly straight black hair and never had any need for makeup. She was amazingly flirty and yet perfectly innocent all at the same time it drove me crazy.

Even my half-sister, which I know is illegal, was so hot that I tried really hard to justify it and knowing she was only my half-sister was more than enough for me. I knew she still had half the genes I had from my dad, but the genes she got from her mom had made her the cutest, and shortest (She was the shortest girl in her grade at only 4’10”), girl I had ever seen. The other nice feature Janet had started to inherit from her mom was those beautiful tits, Janet was nowhere near as big yet, but still had a really nice 34B. But I should probably get back to what happened when I opened the door for my “surprise” birthday party.

As I opened the door and stepped into the living room it was much darker than normal. The lights weren’t normally all out this early in the day and I guess they thought I would just shrug it off like some kind of idiot. I turned on the light and of course everyone popped up and yelled surprise. I tried to act as surprised as I could but I got bored quickly. My mom was the first to walk over with a present in hand for me and I was happy she volunteered like that. I grabbed the gift from her hands and before she let it go I leaned in and whispered into her ear – “I’ve got a real surprise for you llllinda”, I almost licked her ear with the sound of that ‘l’ in her name and I noticed a shiver run down her neck. She turned around and almost stumbled on her feet as she walked away confused I looked up and smiled as I slowly unwrapped the first present.

Once the final bit of wrapping paper hit the floor, Linda had finally returned to where she was before and was watching me open her present. She was again confused though, the gift she had handed me was the same weight, and size, it even had the same wrapping paper, but it was not the present she had bought for me. I had found all the gifts the family had gotten for me more than a week ago and it had given me more than enough time to make perfect copies with my own gifts. All Linda could see was a plain looking shoe box, similar to the one she had wrapped my original present in, and yet not the right one. I opened it up to so only I could see the inside and I read the card I pretended she had wrote aloud – “Happy birthday son, I hope you don’t mind if I buy you a present that’s as much for me as it is for you. I feel like we don’t spend as much time together as we should so anytime you want to play a game with me here’s some toys we can use, remember, you’re never too old for toys! Love Mom”.

Linda was completely stunned at this point, she clearly couldn’t figure out why I would do something like this but when I held up the “toys” she had supposedly bought for me I think her shock turned more to fear. The first thing I held up from the box was a bright pink collar with a silver metal hoop in the front and a name she couldn’t quite read embroidered into the back (it was SLUT in fake diamonds and it was just cheaply bedazzled). I didn’t let her look at it for long before I put it back and pulled out a small oval piece of plastic and a remote control that I’m sure she couldn’t identify. I, of course, knew it to be a remote control vibrator with 10 level settings and a 2 mile range which would make it extremely useful. And the last thing I pulled out was by far the scariest for Linda because there was no hiding what it was. I pulled it out as slowly as I could so everyone would have plenty of time to comprehend what they were seeing, a butt plug. It was not an ordinary butt plug however, it looked like the tip of some oversized giants cock made out of plastic. It was over a foot high and completely white, not white like somebody’s skin color I mean white like a sheet of paper. It was made clearly made to resemble a humans cock but the tip seemed too pointed at first glance but I quickly pointed it directly at mom and gave her the most sincere thank-you I had ever given for a present as the rest of my family starred speechless. I put everything back in the box, gave my mother a hug as she stood frozen in my embrace I again whispered in her ear – “Thanks for the toys mom, I can’t wait to use them on youuuu” blowing into her ear with the end of my sentence and forcing my body into the end of the hug as I did, she still stood completely motionless without even putting her arms around me for the hug.

I moved to my father who was also frozen in shock and grabbed the present hanging from his left hand. Originally, Bob had gotten me some season tickets for my favorite sports team, and it was a nice present but it wasn’t as nice as what he was about to give me. I took the small present from him and before I opened it again read the birthday card he had gotten me aloud (His original card simply said “Happy birthday son” but this one was a little different) – “Son, I know I don’t normally say this but I love you. You are a man now and deserve to be treated as such. Happy birthday son, enjoy your present, it’s all yours.” I tried to pretend like I was as confused about the card as everyone else was, especially my Dad. He definitely didn’t think I was a man yet so he was already worried I would be opening some kind of porno magazine or something. But the gift I was holding looked exactly like the one he had gotten me and was nowhere near thick enough to be anything but the tickets right? I gave my Dad a big innocent smile as I put down the card and started to open his present. Being extra careful with the wrapping paper so I wouldn’t damage the contents I got the last of it off and held in front me a couple sheets of paper stapled together. It wasn’t the tickets, but Bob still didn’t seem too worried, it was just some paper, probably not a big deal. “Oh my gosh Dad, Thank you so much” was all I said. “For what?” was his confused response. I wanted to play with him a bit more but instead I cut to the chase. “Power of Attorney you dope. I guess that’s the senility you wrote about in here. Did you already forget what you got me for my birthday? I guess you forgot you signed the deed to the house to me in here too? I sure hope your memory problems don’t get you in trouble at work dad we still need your paycheck but from now on I guess I should be the one to make all the big decisions, thanks Dad.”

With my Mom and Dad both in complete shock now and my sister starting to realize what was going on, when I went to grab her gift from her hands the grip she had on it was like a vice. She was not that strong though, and one quick tug got it out of her hands. She had gotten me a really nice outfit, at least by the standards our parents had set, and I figured she probably bought it with my mom’s help but it was nowhere near as nice as the outfits I had bought for the two of us. I again took the card and read it aloud – “Happy birthday Brad, I saw these in the store and had to buy them for us. You’re going to look so good in it ;)”. Janet Batıkent Escort always wrote little smiles and stuff in her notes so it actually looked and sounded like something she would write and to both our parents I’m sure they were glad to finally see a normal card. But Janet knew that was not what she had written, she had bought that outfit for me on her own and she would never buy something for herself on her brothers birthday and why were the gifts from her parents so unusual? She clearly knew something was going on but when I pulled the outfits out of the clothing store box she became as frightened as her mother was at seeing her new toy. The outfit was a classic French maid uniform with the lace in all the right spots and once I had given her everything that belonged to her I pulled out my outfit. It was a pair of my boxers which I had owned for years with a fancy feature, the crotch was cut out. “Not very subtle sis, but I like it” was all I could say without laughing “Oh and there’s these…” at the bottom of the box was a pair of heels to go with my sister’s new uniform and they were as subtle as my newly improved boxers.

Once all the gifts had been opened, my family could only stand still completely stunned so I helped myself to the cake that was in the kitchen without any candles or song. I walked back into the living room and took control of the situation with a few quick words – “Ok, Janet, go upstairs and throw on that outfit, I’ll throw on the boxers you got for me. Mom, here, – I tossed her collar to her – put this on, and take everything else off. Dad, if you still want to live here and keep your business for a few more days then you’ll just sit down on the couch and be real quiet.” Without being able to respond everyone slowly started to move and respond to my commands. They couldn’t figure out how it had happened so quickly but they were suddenly my slaves.
My mother had slowly removed the beautiful dress she had worn for the party and was standing now in just her bra and underwear. Before she could undo her bra I moved toward her and cupped both her tits in my hands as I looked deep into her eyes. She was still frightened, I think the thought of that dildo was still in her mind, but she still looked at me with the love she had as always had for me and it made me so happy to know she still had some trust left for me it would make this all much easier. I stopped her from unhooking her bra and I did it myself slowly sliding it off her shoulders and throwing it towards my father who sat starring at the two of us. I moved behind my mother resting my chin on top of her head and slowly slid my hands all over her body before grabbing to overfull handfuls of her massive tits. I pinched and rolled her nipples between my fingers making her moan softly as she tried to contain herself for her husband’s sake but I could already tell she hadn’t been satisfied in a long time and it would be impossible for her to be quiet forever.

I stopped playing with my mother’s tits and without saying a word I dropped my pants and threw my shirt off as quickly as I could. My mother still stood motionless with her back turned to me and I removed my boxers and held them out in front of her face to make her realize I was now completely naked but she still didn’t turn to look. I was now completely hard so with where I was standing the tip of my cock was almost touching her back. Linda hadn’t seen my cock since I was a baby so she probably thought I was hung like my father so when she felt the fat tip of my cock against the middle of her back she gasped and almost jumped realizing just how much thicker I was than him. I bent it up so I could press the entire length of it against her spine and wrapped my arms around her as I did. When I did that, she began to shiver with a bit of fear as my cock was the size of about half her spine she was convinced there was no way it would ever fit inside her.

I slid my thumbs down her side in between her skin and the lace of her panties and toyed with them for a short while before beginning to slide them to the floor. She stepped out willingly and I again threw the underwear to my father who still sat with a glazed look on his face. I slowly stood up running both my hands up the inside of her thighs and before I had stood up completely I stopped with my fingers less than an inch away from her lips. I rubbed both my index fingers just on the outside of her pussy and while I stood the rest of the way up put more and more pressure on them making sure not to enter her yet. As I continued to rub her pussy I moved one hand around the front of her stomach, down again to her pussy and began to rub her clit. With my arms wrapped around her making her shudder with excitement I noticed her daughter at the top of the stairs and slowed my motions making sure to get her eyes open so she could see what a sexy girl she had raised.
Janet stood at the top of the stairs for a while until I gestured her to come join us, she was more than shy about what she was wearing having never worn anything that slutty in her life before that moment. The skirt was way too short even for a girl as short as her, and the heels made it almost impossible for her to make it down the stairs, if it wasn’t for the railing she definitely would have fallen. When she got to the bottom of the stairs I reminded her that she was missing the white bonnet that belonged on her head. She begged me to forget about it but I demanded that she make her way back up the stairs to get it so she did. In the couple minutes in took her to go and get it I made sure to work a finger from each of my hands into her mother’s tight hole. Linda was having more and more trouble containing her moans and when Janet finally returned with her complete outfit I think seeing her daughter dressed like a slut pushed her into her first orgasm in years. Janet watched as her Mother’s legs went limp and I held her up with now 2 fingers from each hand plunged completely into her went cunt. Janet didn’t look scared though, it looked as if she was struggling to keep from rubbing herself through her uniform and her legs were starting to get weak beneath her. Once Linda started to regain her strength I stood her back up and removed my fingers.

I stood in between my step-mother and half-sister with two fingers on each hand dripping with Linda’s cum juice. I moved my hand in front of each of their faces and they instantly knew what I was asking them to do. Without speaking both women opened their mouths and I slid the sloppy fingers into their mouths. I’m sure Linda had at one point or another tasted herself but I don’t think Janet ever wanted to know what her mother’s cum tasted like but she didn’t seem to mind it. Both women closed their eyes and I felt both tongues winding around my fingers trying to get every last bit of slime off my fingers. I looked back at my dad still on the couch and again smiled and said thank you for the great birthday party. I pulled my fingers out of their mouths and stepped to the side so my Linda and Janet could face each other clearly.

Janet had never seen Linda naked before, and the first thing she noticed was the first thing everyone notices about Linda, her tits. She starred so long at her mother’s tits that eventually the only thing Linda could think to do was to take her daughters hand and place it on her tit. Janet wasn’t sure what to do but she grabbed hold and when she tightened her grip around her mom’s nipple she noticed her mother moan so she did it again and it got the same result. Slowly Janet started to play with both her mother’s nipples pinching and twisting them to see what make her mother wince in pain and what made her moan with pleasure. I leaned in and whispered into Linda’s ear so that Janet could not hear but Linda smiled and moved in to kiss her daughter. Gently on the forehead first, then softly on the cheek and slowly moving towards her lips with Janet still tugging on her tits Linda planted a deep passionate kiss on her daughters lips and slowly pressed her tongue forward forcing her lips apart. They joined tongues and as I had now pulled out my iphone to film a little clip the scene was perfect with Linda now trying to pull down the shoulders of her daughter’s French maid outfit and her daughter still pulling ad twisting harder and harder on her mother’s tits all while they continued to swap spit in a classic all-tongue Japanese kiss. By the time the wild passion had dimmed a bit I had put my iphone away and neither of them knew I had the Beşevler Escort footage. I stood back up and slowly separated them reminding them who was in charge and that’s when Janet finally noticed my cock.

Her jaw dropped again in shock, she had seen a couple cocks before but nothing like this. Even when she looked at porn, which wasn’t very much, the boys always had regular sized dicks but mine was a monster. They both needed some instruction so I gave it to them – “Alright, both of you, on your knees. Linda, I’m sure you’ve given a blowjob before it’s time to teach your daughter all your skills, get to it.” Linda took her daughters hand and guided her to her knees and side by side they both looked in awe at the cock they now had to try and fit in their mouths. Linda placed one of Janet’s hands on my balls and showed her how to gently massage them then she took her other hand and showed her how to stroke the base of my cock up and down slowly. Once Janet’s hands were working in unison Linda told her to watch and learn how to the tongue. With Janet watching intently, Linda stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of my cock and begin to slowly move her tongue all around the base of the head of my cock. She even stopped and slowly tried to dig the tip of her tongue into the hole of my cock, I had no idea what she was trying to do but she seemed to be having so much fun with my cock like it was a brand new toy it drove me nuts. She then started to plant individual kisses all along my shaft up and down even kissing my balls as Janet continued to massage them. Linda even made sure to wet her tongue and stick it out to moisten my balls as much as she could and Janet noticed it made the feeling of rubbing my balls much softer she like it. Finally, Linda moved again to the top of my cock and made sure her daughter was watching as she opened her mouth as wide as she could and swallowed as much of as she could. When she bobbed back up she reminded her daughter to keep her teeth off of it and told her to keep playing with her tongue even while its moving down her throat. Janet nodded and said she understood so I told the girls to switch places.

Janet seemed eager to put her mother’s advice to good use and was quickly opening her mouth to see how much of my cock she could fit in her mouth. Linda was now rubbing my balls and looked up in time to stop Janet reminding her that she had to do everything she had seen including the kissing and licking. Janet apologized to her mother and looked up and apologized to me before she before gently licking the tip of my cock just as her mother had. It was amazing feeling two women with such similar styles try their best to pleasure my cock and Janet had such a unique way of licking around the tip of my cock like it she was trying to taste a fine delicacy for the first time. When she stuck her tongue in the tip like her mother had done she pulled away at first getting a weird taste of pre-cum but her mother ensured her she would learn to love the taste and after trying a few more times Janet found she really did enjoy the flavor it left in her mouth. Finally, it was time for her to test herself and see how much she could fit in her mouth. She had made a mental note of how much her mother had fit and secretly wanted to beat her but once she had fit the head of my cock in her mouth she began to realize how hard it would be. Her jaw was completely stretched and she could already feel my cock pressing against the back of her throat but she only had to go another inch to beat her mom so she took as deep a breath as she could manage through her nose and in on shove forced herself as far down on my cock as she could before she gagged and had to throw herself off it with tears forming in her eyes.

Linda went to Janet and began rubbing her hair telling her how proud she was and what a good job she had done. I also walked over and patted her on the head thanking her for a great blowjob she looked up and smiled at me with pride in her eyes. I then put Linda in position to start sucking my balls and she did as I began jerking my cock in front of Janet’s face. I asked if she knew what was about to happen and she said no with a curious look in her eye. That look was all I need and I exploded all over her face, instantly making her open her mouth in shock which perfectly caught the second stream of cum hitting her in the back of the throat. She swallowed almost right away just to catch her breath and gasping for breath earned her another spurt of cum before I left the last few blots on the top of her head. Janet had no idea what had just happened she just tried to clear her mouth swallowing as much of the taste away as she could realizing that it was just a stronger version of the taste she had enjoyed earlier she again began to like it by the time it was all gone. She sat perfectly still until her mother again came beside her to consol her. Her mother told her that it was just my cum and she should actually be happy he put it on her face because that way she can choose if she wants to rub it in, or maybe lick it off, or even get a friend to lick it off. Janet was happy now and realizing she had cum on her face that she could do with as she pleased she stood up and opened her left completely and her right a little and said – “I want to share my cum, but only with someone who hasn’t tasted it before…Brad do you want it?” – “No sis, I think if you want someone to try it who has never tasted it before you’re going to have to go with dad.” – “Alright Dad, it’s all yours”

Janet walked toward my Dad and he tried to pull back but there really wasn’t anywhere he could go and he knew he had to do it because he knew if he didn’t he’d be out on the street. His daughter seemed so innocent too just wanting to share in something she thought tasted good. She even put a bit on her finger and licked it off right in front of him to show him how good it was just like he used to do with her vegetables when he was younger. Then Linda sat down beside Bob and placed her hand on his thigh, she leaned in and whispered into her ear like she always did in bed and told him they both had to do exactly what I said because of the birthday presents he had given me. -“It’s all your fault honey, but I’m not upset, just go with it and I promise it will all feel goooood”. As she said this she had moved her hand slowly up his thigh, it was always so easy for her to get him off that’s why she hadn’t had an orgasm in so long. Bob was now rock hard and his daughter was still smiling in front of him covered in my cock waiting for him to lick it off. – “Cmon, dad it’s getting dry hurry up don’t let it go to waste it’s so yummmy”

Finally Bob closed his eyes and the second he did my iphone was back out. He slowly moved in much to my appreciation, the slower he went the longer this video would be and I knew a few people who would love to see it around Christmas time. He reached his arms around his daughter as if to give her a normal hug and a kiss on the forehead knowing her forehead was covered in my cum and with his tongue sticking out the tiniest bit he moved in all with eyes completely closed probably hoping to find a spot clear of cum at first but he was heading straight for a thick glob that had landed just above her right eye. His tongue touched it first and with how slow he was moving he knew exactly what it was before his lips even made contact. His daughter encouraged him to open his mouth and swallow a little bit but he wanted to try and keep as much of it on the outside of his mouth as possible. His wife again leaned in almost touching his fully erect cock now and licked his ear, something that always drove him wild, and told him to kiss his daughters forehead like he would kiss her, to open his mouth and let it all in. Being encouraged like this by his wife and daughter eventually broke Bob down and still with his eyes closed he opened his mouth and began to lap up my cum off his daughters face. I got so many good close up shots of just his face and tongue licking cum of a blank forehead plus a bunch of really personal ones where he’s licking huge globs of cum of his daughters lips and cheeks. I figured some pictures for the family some pictures for the public it was perfect and he did it all with eyes closed I guess hoping it wouldn’t taste as bad.

Once Janet’s face was cleaned, Bob had actually gotten used to the taste and although he would never admit to liking it obviously didn’t it mind it by the end of it all. His wife and daughter were proud Büyükesat Escort of him and teased him about looking like he enjoyed it and he tried to ensure them it was torture but he was clearly lying. I stood up with new energy and wanted to try the last of my toys. I walked over to the box that was laying innocently on the floor, almost everyone had forgotten about it except me but when I stood up with the enormous white cock in my hand. For the first time everyone got a chance to really examine the shape of the oversized butt plug, the diameter of the tip had to be no larger than a dime but it grew out so fast that by half way down it was it was already fully stretched to about 6 inches in diameter. I’m sure if I had had asked anyone of them if they thought they could take it they would have said no so I decided to put it to a vote knowing full well who they would select.

I stood in front of the my three family members sitting on the couch as I held the butt plug and said. “Ok, this one is up to the three of you. Who thinks Janet should have to take it?…” Nobody puts up there hands…”Ok, who thinks Linda should have to take it?”…Slowly Bob puts up his hand and looks Linda in the face with a pleading look. “Please honey, I already had to lick my son’s cum off my daughters face can’t you do this for us? There’s no way I can take butt plug thing up my ass, it’ll tear me to pieces.” – “What and you think I can take it? Look at how much smaller I am than you, you asshole. You aren’t going to convince me to vote to put it up my own ass you idiot. Maybe if you’re daughter truly cared about you, you could convince her but I doubt that very much.” Bob looked slowly over at his daughter who was smiling the same beautiful smile she had whenever she wanted something from him. It was the same smile she had when she had asked him to lick the cum off her face and he knew he could never say no to that beautiful smile. She leaned in and he expected a kiss on the cheek as usual but she planted a more passionate one on his lips and then when to his side where she licked his ear like she saw Linda doing earlier and his leg twitched as he nearly came in his pants with no other contact needed. She whispered in his ear – “Be braaaave daddy, you know we all love you, I know you’re a strong man you can do anything you set your mind to, remember when you told me that daddy? I know you can taaaake it dadddy.” “Well”, I said, “Guess we should do it for formalities sake anyways, so who thinks Bob should take it?”…Slowly both Linda and Janet put up their hands both while rubbing Bob’s shoulders and thighs and whispering sweet nothings in his ear but he couldn’t stop looking at me smiling back at him holding what would soon be in his ass.

His daughter and his wife stood him up and began to undo his pants. He had fanticized about that fact more than once but never in this kind of scenario. Once his pants were off his wife began to take his top off while his daughter took her time massaging his cock through his boxers before removing them. He stepped out of his boxers as his shirt cleared his body and he noticed that I had placed the putt plug on our glass living room table. It had a suction cup end so there was no way it was moving and in fact when he wasn’t looking I had applied a layer of super glue so that baby was part of the table now. With a woman on each arm guiding him to the table Bob was beginning to shiver with fear. His wife kissed him on the cheek and did her best to reassure him while Janet continued to play with his small package. Together they turned him around so he was facing away from the dildo and looking straight at me.

I handed Janet a bottle of lube and told Linda to help her apply it. As they did this I pulled out my iphone in clear view of Bob and explained to him that I already had footage of him licking the cum off his daughter so he had better continue to do what I say or that footage would be seen by everyone, even though I was planning to show it regardless of what he did he still complied and stood motionless in front of the butt plug as his daughter and wife lubed it up for him. Finally they were done and out of the shot so I turned on the iphone camera and started my interview in the fakest voice I could manage – “Please for the record what is your name, city of residence, and current occupation?” – “Bob Watermyer, Sacramento California, CEO and Founder of Bobs Compnay INC.” – “Good, and what are you about to do here Bob?” – “I’m about to sit down, on a…butt plug” – “Well get too it Bob makes that company incorporated proud.”

Slowly Bob started to squat down. I could tell he wished he had worked out more because holding a squat position was not easy. He was used to being able to just plop down wherever and whenever he pleased so once that motion started it was hard to control. He felt the very tip of the plastic pierce his anus and it felt almost like the tip of his finger which he had tried in the shower on occasion. Slowly more and more fed into his ass until it began to feel more like the most painful shit he had ever taken. He looked down and realized he had only sat a few inches into ass and his hole was maybe stretched to an inch or two at the widest. There was so much more to go he was sure there was no way he would be able to fit it all but that’s when his legs gave out. They had been shaking the entire time and finally locked up on his they shot out almost perfectly straight and his ass went from 1 to 2 inches wide to easily 3 to 4 inches wide. The only thing that stopped him from going further was the resistance in his hips and pelvis. He had a look on his face as though he had broken a hip as he tried to get the tips of his toes back on solid ground to support himself.

That was when Janet walked into my shot and at first I was upset but when I saw her grab a hold of my father’s feet and stretch his legs out even straighter I smiled. Her face still wasn’t in the shot and she hadn’t said a word I could easily edit her to look like something else and Bob looked so much more uncomfortable like that. I then saw Linda walk into the shot, but thankfully she had put a pillowcase over her head and walked straight behind dad so there was no time to be noticed. She placed both hands under Bob’s armpits as if to help pull him up and I’m sure I heard Bob sigh with relief even in the midst of his painful groans and cries but then Linda’s hands most smoothly over Bobs chest and connect over his rib cage. She gave him a big hug and threw her pillowcase whispered “I’m sorry honey, but I have to do this, he says you have to take it allll” and while giving her husband the tightest hug she had ever given him she jumped up and wrapped her legs around the table. The only reason the table didn’t break is because this family buys expensive solid stuff. Needless to say the force was enough to drive the last of the butt plug home and the look on my dad’s face was priceless.

There was no way in hell he would be able to pry himself loose from that wedge but I wanted to be sure so I gave Janet and Linda a bit of chain that came with the collar I gave Linda and told them to tie his hands together underneath the table and also to tie his ankles to the leg of the table so he couldn’t stand up or separate from the butt plug even if he tried. The look on Bob’s face hadn’t changed, he was still trying to comprehend how he was able to be alive with this thing inside of him. It was like he needed to give birth but the child had decided to jump back inside. His legs were number and tears were steadily pouring from his eyes but he dare not sob because he dare not move. When his daughter grabbed his ankles to tie them to the table his whole body was riveted with the most painful sensation he’s ever experienced and again when his wife pulled his arms back to time to the table. He was again frozen but now in even more excruciating pain as his wife and daughter again began to play with his cock and balls. He realized now that his erection had never gone away, in fact there was a good amount of pre-cum pouring out the top. His daughter dabbed her finger in it and he thought for a second she would taste his cum but instead she shoved the finger in his mouth and again he had to taste cum.

I told Linda and Janet to leave Dad alone for a while to think and they said their goodbyes. Before they left both Linda and Janet planet a kiss on Bob’s lips and before they turned away they both knelt down one last time and each planted a kiss on one of Bob’s nuts letting their tongues sneak out just a little. Bob was so close to bursting it hurt but it just wasn’t enough and as I walked away with his daughter and wife under my arms he knew I was in charge. All he could do i sit there with a footlong butt plug up his ass while my iphone streamed it all to his company headquarters….

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I guess it started like any other day, little did I know it would change me for the rest of my life. I was waiting to meet Tanya after school so we could ride home together like we always do, her being my neighbor and all. I mean I could see why all the boys in my senior class had the hots for her. At 5’6”, with just over shoulder length straight brown hair, about 120 lbs, and I’m guessing 32D boobs she was one of the hottest girls in my class, although we me being so shy and us growing up together I assumed she thought of me as a brother. She never seemed interested the other boys, but that didn’t stop them from drooling over her. I was absent-mindedly wondering this when I ran right into her. She was so beautiful in her turtleneck sweater, tight jeans and Ugg boots.
“Hey, watch it, you goof!” she teased.
“Sorry Tanya, I was going over my answers for today’s quiz, and I guess I spaced.” I lied.
“Well let’s get going. I need your help studying anyway.”
We made our way out to my car and, as always, she took over the radio. I don’t really mind most of the time, but today she put on some bubblegum pop crap, and I could barely stand it. She asked if we could stop at the pharmacy on the way home because she had to get something. As I was waiting in the car for her, I looked over at her book bag and thought I saw some kind of blue plastic tube poking out of the zipper. I was about to reach for it to take a closer look, but just then she came back and got in.
“Find what you were looking for?” I asked.
“Yup”
“My place or yours?”
“ My parents won’t be home till around supper time, so it will be quiet, and your little brother and sister are always so noisy after preschool. “ She said.
“Ok, that’s fine.”
It was about a ten-minute drive home and I was just lost in my head thinking about school, when she asked if I liked the new shade of eyeliner, she had just applied. I told her I hadn’t even noticed her putting it on, and she seemed a little upset by this for some reason. I figured she just wanted attention so I watched out of the corner of my eye as she pulled a tube of lipstick out of the plastic store bag.
“Are you going to watch now?” she asked.
“Sure, I guess.”
She was acting a little weird I thought. She grabbed the rear view mirror instead of her visor this time and turned it toward her. I tried to keep my eye on the road as I watched her put on the lipstick. She applied it very slowly and she kept looking at me. “What the hell is going on?” I thought. Man, was I clueless.
“We’re here.” I blurted as we pulled into my driveway.
We got out and walked over to her house with her in front and me trying not to be obvious that I was looking at her ass. Hey, we may be close friends, but I’m still a guy. She let us in, threw her book bag on the couch like she always does, and started up the stairs up to her room.
“You don’t mind if I shower quick do you? I spilled some crud on me in my last hour Home Ec. Class. “
“Go right ahead.” I said. “I’ll just get our notes out and organize them.”
“Oh, hold on.” She ran back downstairs, grabbed the bag out of my hand, dug out her notes, handed them to me, and took the bag upstairs with her. Her face was beet red during this.
“I could have done that you know.” I called up the stairs after her.
“No, it’s fine.” She yelled back down.
Two minutes later, I heard the water start running and the sliding shower door close. I got the notes out on the table, but had the feeling of having to go pee. Since the only bathrooms in the house were upstairs, I headed up to use the one in her mom and dad’s room. As I got to the top of the stairs, I noticed the door to the bathroom was open about six inches. I fought the urge to look in but, once again, being a guy I couldn’t help it. The door was semi-transparent about chest high and I could make out the outline of her young body pretty well, although not much detail. I felt a familiar pressure growing and looked down to see a rising tent in my track pants. I thought what the hell, why not and started rubbing my junk. She was Ankara Yabancı Escort soaping up her body and it was so sexy. I definitely was planning to add this moment to the spank bank for later. I then slipped my hand into my pants and started really rubbing my dick. I was getting so hot watching her in there. Just then, she turned off the water, reached out and grabbed a towel, and started drying her hair. The towel blocked her face so she couldn’t see me, but I could see all of her. Just then, she flung the towel back and she was facing right at me. Oh, shit! I thought, as I as quickly and quietly ran to the other bathroom. I was pretty sure that she had her eyes closed, but I was worried she saw me.
I took a piss but didn’t want to face her right away, so I stayed in the bathroom blow-dried her hair. I came out of the bathroom right as she came out the other bathroom still in the towel.
“Oh, hi Ethan. I didn’t know you were up here.”
“I, uh, had to, uh, take a piss.” I managed to say as she walked into her room. My face was so red.
“I’ll be down in a minute.” She said through the door.
“Take your time.” I sighed as I went downstairs.
She came down with her backpack but had on different clothes than she had on before. She had on some skimpy booty shorts, an unzipped hoodie, blue tank top with a black bra, and fuzzy slippers. Odd choice for study wear, I thought.
“You ready to bang this out?” She asked with a mischievous smile as she tossed the bag on the floor next to the table.
“Wha…oh yeah, the notes.” I babbled, and for the next half hour or so, we studied our history notes.
“Ethan, what year was the whole Alamo thing?” she quizzed.
“Uh…1836?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
“Uh, telling.” I said sheepishly.
“Correct.” She smiled and as she crossed her legs, one of her slippers fell off.
“When did the Titanic sink?”
“1912. Thank you, Leonardo DiCaprio.” I laughed.
“Correct again, Ethan.” She took off the other slipper.
“D-Day?”
“June, um, 6th, 1945. No wait, ’44.”
“You almost ruined your streak there.” She smiled as she slipped off the hoodie.
“Are you warm or something?” I asked.
“No.”
Was she doing what I thought she was doing? Was she stripping for me every time I got an answer right? I doubted it, but just thinking about it made me get a semi.
“Ok, here’s a hard one” You have no idea, I thought as I shifted to hide my growing boner. “Fall of Saigon.”
I shuffled through my notes to find it.
“Nope, sorry. No notes, Mr. Smarty-pants.” She said as she grabbed them away from me. Luckily, I had already seen the answer.
“April 30th, 1975.” I said all cocky.
“Cheater!” she cried in mock disgust.
“Yeah well, too bad.” I smiled back at her. It was then that she moved closer to me on the couch. Our legs were almost touching and my boner grew even bigger. I could have sworn she was checking out my bulge as she did.
“What should I do to punish you Mr. Cheater?” she asked.
“What do you have in mind?”
“I have some ideas, but I think I’ll give you one more chance. When did the Berlin wall fall?”
“That’s easy. November 9th, 1989.” I said triumphantly.
“Good job. Now here’s your reward.” She said as put her hand on my cheek, leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It wasn’t just a little peck but a good couple of seconds. I swore I felt her mouth start to open right before I pulled away.
“What are you doing Tanya?” I asked.
“Something I’ve wanted to do since second grade when you moved in next door.” She leaned back and kissed me again. This time we both opened our mouths and started making out. I was just about to work up the courage to feel her tits when she stopped and leaned back.
“What date was the’94 Northridge earthquake?”
“Are you serious?”
“We said we were going to study, so you need to answer me first.”
“Um, shit, it was January, um…”I stammered.
She began peeling off her tank top. The bottom reached her nipples when she stopped. I couldn’t Bahçelievler Escort believe this was happening to me, and my mind blanked for a second.
“January what?” she cooed.
“17th!” I practically yelled.
She then completely removed her top. I was staring at her ample cleavage when she put her hand on my chin and brought my face up to hers. We kissed deeply and passionately. I wasn’t going to waste any time and went straight for her huge tits. She let me feel them over bra and I worked my way around to the back to take it off. I undid her bra and started to take it off but she pushed me back. With her hands holding her black bra up, she asked question.
“When was Hong Kong handed back to the Chinese?”
“FOR FUCK’S SAKE TANYA!” I bellowed.
“Answer me.”
“JULY 1st 1997! Ok?”
She pulled her hands away and I gazed upon the most beautiful tits I had ever seen. Even better than the tittie magazines under my mattress. Practically dove at them. I just had to get them in my mouth to prove to myself that they were real. I cupped one in my hand as I sucked the nipple of the other one.
“Oh, Ethan.” She moaned as I pinched her nipple with my teeth. I switched to the other one and did the same. I just couldn’t get enough of those magnificent tits.
“Did you like what you saw when I was in the shower?” she whispered. I bolted upright.
“You saw me?”
“Why do you think the door was open? I wanted you to watch me, like I wanted you to watch me with the lipstick in the car. By the way, if you really want your boner to be rubbed, you should have just asked.” She said as her hand rubbed my cock over my pants.
“I like what I feel in there. Any chance he wants to come out and play?” she asked?
I reached for the waist of my pants, but she stopped me. She then reached down and slowly pulled my pants down to my ankles.
“When was Dolly the sheep born?”
“I don’t give a shit.” I couldn’t take this anymore.
“Neither do I.” she laughed. She reached for my boxers but I stopped her.
“I want to feel you first.” I said.
She leaned back and I slipped her booty shorts and panties off. Her pussy was shaved bare, so I spread her legs and slipped my fingers inside her. I then took her nipple into my mouth again, and she put her hands in my hair.
“Oh my god, Ethan. That feels so good.”
“You like what my fingers are doing?”
“Fuck yes!”
I slowly moved down her stomach kissing the whole way. I got on my knees between her legs and started licking her clit. I put my fingers inside her as I ate her out. I slowly moved my fingers in and out as I sucked on her clit.
“Oh shit, Ethan. You’re so good at that!” she moaned through clenched teeth.
I stuck my tongue inside her pussy as I rubbed her clit for a while. I reached up and with my other hand, I pinched one of her nipples. I could tell she was close because of how wet she was getting. I kept finger fucking her as I sucked and licked her clit.
“OH FUCK BABY! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING ALL OVER YOUR FACE! OH GOD! FUCK YES! KEEP GOING! YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH! OH FUCK YEAH!”
All of a sudden, I felt a wave of liquid as she came all over my face. It tasted like honey and I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more of it so I kept going. I started sucking on her clit as hard as I could while I grabbed her tits and fucked the shit out of her with my fingers.
“FUCK FUCK FUCK! I’M GONNA CUM AGAIN! I’M GOING TO CUM ALL OVER YOU BABY!”
Another torrent of cum filled my mouth as she squirted all over my face. I just couldn’t get enough. Her hands were running through my hair as I swallowed all I could. I lubed up a finger with her cum and put it again her other hole. I wasn’t sure if she would let me, but I wanted to try anyway.
“Stick it in Ethan. I want you to.”
That was all I needed to hear, so I put one finger in a little bit as I continued to eat her pussy. I moved up to my second knuckle, and then pushed it all the way in.
“Holy shit that feels so fucking good, Ethan. Keep going. Put another one in.”
Balgat Escort I stuck in another finger right as she starting cumming again.
“FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!” She wailed, as yet even more cum filled my mouth. She was insatiable. She just wanted more and more.
Let me suck your cock! Please, I need it in my mouth.”
I wasn’t one to argue, so I got back up on the couch as she got on the floor. She practically ripped my boxers off and my full 7 inches popped right up. She gasped as she saw my cock spring up and lick off the pre cum.
“That tastes good.”
She licked up the shaft as she played with my balls. It was so hot watching her give me head. She put just the tip in her mouth and paused for a second before plunging down all way to the base.
“FUCK!” I yelled as she deep throated me.
Up and down, she bobbed on my cock. Her tongue moved all over it as she sucked as hard as she could. I looked over her shoulder and I could tell she was playing with herself as she sucked me off. She was using the blue tube on her clit and I heard a buzzing sound. Apparently, it was a vibrator. That explained why she didn’t want me to go through her bag. I looked back at her blowing me and she was making eye contact with me.
“Yeah, I like it when you look at me with my dick in your mouth, Tanya.”
She was really going to town on my cock and her clit with the vibe. I couldn’t hold out much longer, and was getting close to cumming. I held on as long as I could but she was just too good.
“SHIT I’M GONNA CUM!”
I came in her mouth like never before. I shot ropes and ropes of cum down her throat. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. There was so much cum, she couldn’t swallow it fast enough and some spilled down my shaft. Finally, I stopped shooting my load, and she sat back up. She smiled as she swallowed the rest of what was in her mouth.
“Oops, looks like some got out.”
She bent down and licked up every drop that spilled. She put my cock back in her mouth and deep throated me two or three more times. She smiled as she got stood up, and mounted me. She didn’t hesitate as she dropped down on my rock hard cock.
“Oh shit. You feel so good in me, baby.” She moaned in my ear as she started grinding on me.
She moved her hips in a circle as I moved mine up and down. She put one of her nipples in my mouth and I sucked as hard as I could. I stood up with me still inside of her and laid her back down on the couch. Then I really started giving it to her. I pounded her pussy as hard and fast as I could. I could feel my balls slapping against her butt, but still I wanted more. I rolled her over onto her knees and started fucking her doggy style. She reached between her legs and started playing with my balls as they slapped against her clit.
“Do you want to fuck my ass?” she managed to say between thrusts.
Those were the seven best words I could ever hear.
“Hell yes!”
“Then go get the lube out the plastic bag.”
That explains why we went to the pharmacy. I got the lube and put some on my cock and in her ass while she used the vibe on her clit. I pushed my head against her bud and slowly it went in about an inch. Then a little more. A little more. My head popped in and I knew then that I wouldn’t last long. She was so fucking tight!
“You like my cock inside your ass?”
“It feels so good. I feel like you’re filling me up!”
I put a little more lube on my cock and slid the rest of the way in. I pulled back a bit, but she rammed her ass onto my cock. She needed me all the way in! I started humping as fast as I could because I knew I wouldn’t last long. She turned the vibe on its highest setting and started screaming as she came immediately.
“FUCK SHIT FUCK!”
This girl couldn’t get enough. I pumped fast and hard and felt the pressure growing in my balls. I knew I was almost there. I wanted a few more thrusts before I shot my load in her.
“I’M GONNA CUM IN YOUR ASS, BABY!’
“FILL ME UP WITH YOUR HOT CUM!! I WANT YOU TO CUM INSIDE ME!”
I came even harder than I did before. I feel like I came a quart in her ass. Just then she came one last time and squirted all over my balls and the couch. We collapsed in a heap, and started making out again.
That was the first but definitely not the last of our study sessions. We fucked and sucked our way through the whole history book, and are halfway through chemistry.

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Hello everyone, I am 27 year old male from India. This is my first attempt in erotic writing. I have been an avid porn lover for long. I have a zero sexual history as far as actual practicing is concerned (in short I’m 100% virgin till date ;)). But, like most Indian males of my age I am extremely horny and think about sex 24 x 7. I have fantasies about risky sex, public sex, femdom, trannies and lot of adventurous and kinky stuff. My mantra is the riskier the sex the steamier it is. This is a fantasy about one of my colleagues. All the characters in this story are real but I’ve changed the names.

I work for an MNC in Delhi. I’ve just joined this company a year and a half ago. To commute from home to office we have a carpool from our locality to the office. Everything was going fine until news broke in that my boss has hired a new personal secretary. Everybody was super excited about this news as the image of personal secretary had been portrayed through films and literature as a sex object young sexy female.

But, we all were slightly disappointed when she joined the office. She is by no means a sex object. She is tall, dark and has a sexy figure but her face has lot of pimple marks. She has very juicy sexy lips but again is very dark and somehow hides her true beauty. She has dark brown hairs which look to be very dry. She has cute dimples when she smiles. Being from a small town in Bihar she doesn’t have a good dressing sense and has a country style accent. Somehow that seems to turn people off.

Coincidently she joined our car pool as she stays in the same locality as that of ours. As days were passing by she started getting gelled with all of us especially the car pool we have. Somehow I was started getting aroused by her. I loved her sexy figure even though she is slightly more on voluptuous side. I think that’s what turned me on. Earlier I thought it must be because of my extreme horniness, but no it prolonged for some duration. In the mean time I was talking to her every day with for an increasing amount of time. I found out that she has great interest in matters like history etc. which I used to enjoy. We became really good friends as the time passed by. Also with every passing day her dressing sense improved with the help of her female colleagues who were well seasoned in corporate environment. But still by any stretch of imagination she wasn’t a knock out girl.

I had come to know that she was recently broke with her boyfriend as was going through tough times; I helped her to come out of that with little most scars as possible. We were really enjoying each other’s company. But, I’m sure that she never had sexual feelings towards me on the other hand my sexual desire for her was increasing exponentially.

On one monsoon morning we came to the office and were waiting for the elevator to come by. Our office is at 27th floor in a big skyscraper in Connaught Place. When the first elevator came everyone fitted inside except we two. I didn’t know that it was going to be my lucky day! Another elevator came a moment later and to my utter surprise it was empty as getting an empty elevator was a rarity in peak hours. So, we boarded the elevator and pressed the button for our destination. As we knew each other for long there was no awkwardness between two of us. As the elevator reached second floor I suddenly hugged her and looked in her eyes Sincan Escort very seductively. Within a moment I got scared and left her and came back in my senses. I was scared to death that she will scream and immediately I will be subjected to public humiliation. But, to my utter surprise I found her little disappointed. By the time 15th floor came she rushed towards me and hugged me even tighter with her big boobs pressing tightly against my chest. I was in seventh heaven. But this lasted only for a few moments as our destination was reached. The elevator door opened and we rushed towards our places without saying a single word to each other. For the whole day I was extremely horny and was thinking of getting off in the washroom. But the day was busy and I could not find such leisure time till it was 4:30 pm on the clock. At that time I got my first break of the day. I was relaxing in my chair with my eyes closed and running all my wild fantasies about her through my mind.
When my eyes opened I found that many of the people were gone for tea and evening snacks and office was practically empty. I checked on the communicator and found out that she was still online meaning she was in her place. I just popped my head out of my cubicle and checked that she was really there. My cock started aching again. For whole day it was hard and was begging to get free and relieved.

Within a flash of moment I pinged her on communicator to come by the water cooler in the west zone of the office. Our office has 4 washrooms in 4 corners and the zones are designated as per the directions in which they are aligned. The cooler and washroom in west zone are next to one another and are a little secluded as compared to other three.

When I reached there she was standing there nervously. Without saying a word I pulled her into men’s room and took her to the last toilet compartment which is the biggest one in that rest room. Instantly I hugged her tightly and we started kissing each other with wild lust. Our tongues probed our mouths passionately and eager to explore the wetness of each other. I was worried about getting caught and so was she. But the risk involved in it was making it even steamier. After kissing for couple of moments I started kneading her plump but tight breast over her t shirt. She started moaning in pleasure but I smooched her tightly to keep her moans muffled. She was moaning in my mouth for all the time I was viscously kneading her boobs. It was getting sexier by every passing moment. I took her t shirt off and again played with her boobs keeping her bra on. Her satin white bra was giving a stark contrast to her dark skin. Within a couple of moments I took off her bra too and attacked her nipples. Her nipples were hard and even darker than her skin. She was looking like a chocolate goddess. I slurped them for a while. I licked in her cleavage. As the heat grew, I bit her boobs a little harder to leave bite marks on both of them.
She couldn’t resist her lust much longer and took my shirt and vest off in a single movement and started kissing me from neck to my navel. I have a manly hairy body which is in great shape. She seemed to enjoy every bit of my hairy body. I put the toilet sit down and sat on it. Then I took her in front of me and started peeling her jeans off while licking kissing and biting her belly button. As I slid her jeans Ankara Olgun Escort to her thighs her matching white panties unveiled. They were soaking wet. I took a long leisurely moment to feel and breathe in her womanly scent. It was addictive. I was high with her feminine musky scent. I licked that big wet spot on her panty for a long minute making her moan again and again. Then I took her jeans and panty off and again I licked the juices off her panty. Now my sex goddess was standing in pure naked bliss in front of me.

Hurriedly I got my jeans off to reveal my bulging underwear which had a big wet spot too. She bent down to kiss that spot which gave me shivers through my whole body. Then she tucked her fingers in the waist band of my knickers and got rid of them in one swift motion. I have an average length but a very thick tool. She seemed to be happy with the appearance of my hot meat. We both were unshaved but we both weren’t bothered at all by this. In fact that was even sexier in its natural form. She then stroked me for a while and being a virgin I was about to cum then and there itself with her hot touch. But somehow I could hold it. I made her sit on the closed toilet sit and took her legs over my shoulder. I dove deep in her honeypot covered with pubic bush. I started licking her love hole which was hot and wet. I licked her inner thighs teasing her for a while. Then I actually moved for my treasure. I smelled it and found it extremely sexy to smell. I licked the droplets of juices on her pussy lips. I was licking in long slow motions covering complete length of her pussy lips. She was in seventh heaven. I bit her clit slightly letting a loud gasp from her mouth. I repeated this action until her moans grew louder than safety limit. I shoved my tongue deep in my love hole to get most of her precum and make her even hornier. After a couple of minutes she shivered like getting hit by an electric shock and I discovered my first success in making a woman cum. She stayed in the post orgasmic trauma for a couple of minutes and suddenly stood up making me stand with her. Then, she kissed me deep and tasting her own juices off my lips and tongue.

Then she went down to hold my meat in her long black fingers. She slid the foreskin back and exposed my velvety reddish pink knob. She held my cock with two hands and parted my slit with her thumbs and without a moment’s notice put her tongue in there. Now it was my turn to feel the electric shock. She pressed my knob with her thumbs and licked it for a few moments. Then she started giving me full-fledged blow job in smooth motions. This was more than I could take and I squirted a big load of cum in her eager mouth. My cock was aching with pleasure. She licked every drop of it and smiled happily. But she didn’t stop sucking my cock. She cucked until it was hard again which a matter of few seconds was as I was driven to the limits with lust.
Then I sat on the closed toilet seat with my flagpole standing proud and tall. She adjusted herself on my cock and my cock slid in her honeypot effortlessly. It was a sensation beyond words for me. I lost my virginity to my boss’s secretary. (Surprisingly she wasn’t a virgin!) She moved slowly for a couple of minutes then I started humping her from down under with rampaging speed. She was equal to my thrusts. As I had Ankara Ucuz Escort just came a few minutes earlier I could fuck her for 10 minutes continuously. I was continuously smooching her suckling her nipples biting her neck while we were fucking. Now I could not hold the fort longer and I whispered in her ear “baby, I’m cumming right away….” Without giving her any time to take me out of her I came hard in her womb. I filled my seed in her womb. I saw her terrified. She said in a scared and muffled tone, “baby, what you did? I am not on pills and I am in my ovulation period”. But, at that moment nothing else mattered but the heavenly pleasure we were in. she stood and started cleaning her pussy with tissue paper. She seemed tensed. I was still on the toilet seat with a hardon drenched in our mixed juices.

She then started dressing, but, I was still eager to continue. I held her from behind licking her neck started kneading her breasts even more viciously. I cruelly pinched her nipples letting a small yelp from her mouth. I made her bend down on the toilet seat and parted her ass cheeks apart. There I found her tight rear door. Without giving her time I shoved my tongue in her pooper. She was breathless for a few moments and then let out a big gasp. She tried to protest, “Baby, please don’t, I am virgin back there, that will hurt, please let me go” but in vain. All her protests melted down in the primal passion and lust she was filled with by my expert annulingus. Then I shoved a couple of fingers there to relax her. She seemed to be a bit tensed. I comforted her with gentle kissing and caressing her boobs.

I stood up, aligned my dick to her asshole, she again contracted. I softly pushed the dick head in her hole. She bit her lip in anxiety. I pushed my cock further in and she felt some excruciating pain for a few moments. I stopped for a while kissing her and comforting her gently. As the pain subdued I felt her relaxing. I started pushing further in. after shoving my whole dick in her soft plump ass I waited for a couple of seconds and started moving in and out slowly. I was already wet with our juices and my saliva on her asshole. Within a few moments we caught a good rhythm and in a couple of minutes were fucking like rabbits. Hard and fast strokes were exchanged. This time I could last for few minute more as I had already came twice. After a few minutes I turned her around and sat on the toilet seat with her sitting on my dick. Our pumping grew faster. We both were close to climax. I came first with a small stream of cum in her bowels. I bit her nipple hard while cumming making them soar in pain. This was more than she could take and she came with a hard moan. She clenched my shoulders so hard that her nails left bloody marks on my shoulders. I felt like having war wounds after a successful conquest. We sat motionless for a few moments and parted our sweaty bodies with a deep passionate kiss. We got dressed quickly and left the secluded washroom with utmost care. Thank heavens no one came in there for those 45 minutes of wild lust.

For next few days we were seriously worried for the risk of her getting pregnant. But fortunately she had taken morning after pills in time to avoid any risk. We were relieved to know in the next few days that she had her period on regular time. The next part of this story is how we celebrated her menstruation by having wild sex during her period.

Please feel free to comment on this story; I will try my best to improve in the next part. You can contact me through pm. I am looking forward to your mails. I am also interested in casual sex and cybersex if good offers come by ;).

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The last week had been a blur, though, an exciting blur to say the least.

On Monday, the fellas and I had spent our time after school playing poker clear into the next day. Tuesday, we were so tired that we skipped school and spent the day lounging around Fred Danbury’s pool. Wednesday was spent trying to catch up on the schoolwork that I’d missed. Thursday, my dad actually came home, and we went out for a nice steak dinner. Mary Alice Fordham had a nice party at her house Friday while her parents were in Gstaad.

I awoke early on Saturday. It was off to Mrs. Holt’s house for breakfast. She had proposed we spend the weekend together.

Once I told her that my friends were starting to note my absences, we agreed that we needed to space out our liaisons more. It had been over a month since we started to share a bed. Even now, I could picture her naked body. I never imagined that I would be having an affair with a divorced woman of 55 years of age. She was my Mama Bear and I was her cub.

When I entered her house on that perfect Saturday morning, my nostrils were treated to the smell of bacon and eggs. Mrs. Holt had given me a key to her front door a while ago, giving me another reason why I felt even more at home in her house than my own. I entered the kitchen to see her at the stove, wearing a nightgown and her favorite bathrobe.

Her wavy red hair was a mess, she had no makeup on her face, but to me she looked absolutely beautiful. I did not hesitate to stare at her luscious rump, which was visible even through her robe. She turned and smiled at me.

“Right on time,” she said. “Grab a seat and we can dig in.”

Try as I might, she refused to let me serve myself. She put two coaster-sized pancakes on my plate, a pair of bacon strips, and a spoonful of scrambled eggs. After pouring me a glass of milk, she planted a quick peck on my mouth and sat down beside me. So hungry was I that my plate seemed to be instantly clean in a matter of minutes. I refused seconds, not wanting to be too full for what I had in mind next.

“So,” she said as she started washing some of the dishes in the sink with her back to me. “I was thinking that you and I could play some Yahtzee or Monopoly; it’s been a while since I’ve played either, so I put them out on the living room table. There’s also a farmer’s market down in Walton Lake that…”

“Actually” I said, setting down my fork and staring intently at her. “I was really wanting some Mama Bear time.”

My heart pounded as I saw Mrs. Holt freeze. The room was silent, save for the running water from the kitchen sink. A rush of heat crept up the back of my neck and made its way to my ears.

“Listen very carefully,” Mrs. Holt said softly before turning off the sink. “I need you to go to my bedroom…and take off all of your clothes.”

Those last few words made me instantly hard. For a second, I thought my dick was going to hit the underside of the kitchen table as I became erect. I stood up from my seat, not taking my eyes off of her.

“Aren’t you coming with me?” I asked.

“Mark, please,” she begged. “If you don’t go to my room right now, then I’m going to take you right here, and I don’t want to do this in the kitchen.”

I saw her writhing in lust, grasping the edge of the sink as if she were trying to keep from floating away. Not wanting to delay things, I swiftly walked out of the kitchen and began taking off my clothes, leaving them as some sort of strange breadcrumb trail for her to follow to the bedroom. My pants and underwear were the last to go, left outside of her bedroom. I didn’t even bother to close the door after I entered, instead diving onto the bed and staring at the entryway. Joy filled me as I saw her come into the room.

“Oh, my sweet cub,” Mrs. Holt moaned as she took off her robe. “I wish you could see how wet I am.”

“Oh, Mama Bear,” I responded before grasping my prick and masturbating in front of her. “I really want to suck on those tits!”

“Mmm, I didn’t wear a bra on purpose,” she cooed.

We both looked down at her nipples, which were visibly hard and protruding through her nightgown. She smiled as she teasingly used her fingertips to trace circles around them. She did this while slowly sashaying over to the bed, taking care to sway those bodacious hips of hers.

When she stood next to the bed, I crawled over and grabbed her for a kiss. Her hand grabbed my turgid rod as we noisily dueled with our tongues. I could still taste the bacon and eggs on her breath as I explored her mouth. She grabbed my testicles and gave them some playful squeezes. I detached my mouth from hers and gave a loud moan.

“My cub,” she whispered as she feasted on my neck. “My delicious, young cub.”

“Mama Bear…oh, I want you.”

I relinquished my grip tandoğan escort on her and watched happily as she lifted her gown over her head and discarded it. I moved aside to allow her to enter the bed. Once she was on the bed, I pounced on top of her.

My mouth went to one of her fat teats while my hand plunged itself into her underwear. A shiver of lust ran up my spine as my fingers delved into the furry delta between her legs. Mrs. Holt moaned and writhed as I suckled and fingered her. I humped at her madly, not caring that I was not yet inside of her. My dick was content to poke and prod at her love handles.

“Yes, oh, yes! Suck my titty, that’s it! Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhh, I want youuuuu!”

My only response was a grunt as I climbed on top of her and sucked at her other breast. Mrs. Holt looked amazing: her eyes were clinched shut, her mouth agape as she bellowed in heat, and her red hair looking beautifully disheveled. I could feel myself painting her thighs with precum.

All of a sudden, her moans got higher in pitch. She arched her back with me still atop her and gave a loud cry. A sudden rush of wetness greeted the hand that I still hand in her underwear and then she became still. I stopped sucking her breast and rolled off of her while she climaxed. Her face was red and sweaty, and she was panting heavily.

“Did you like that, Mama Bear?” I asked.

“Ohhh, yes,” she breathed. “God yes. It was amazing.”

I leaned forward to rest my body on top of hers. After planting a few kisses on her tired face, she turned her head and put her lips to mine again. She was too fatigued to stop me from breaching her mouth with my tongue. It occurred to me that she was too tired to stop me from doing about anything. Still, I wasn’t so inconsiderate that I would fuck her before she had time to recover…at least, not in her pussy.

Without any prior notice I sat up again and moved my body upwards on her torso so that I was now straddling her chest. Before she had any chance to react, I used my hands to sandwich my cock between her two massive boobs. I grinned as we locked eyes and I began to engage in mammary intercourse.

Mrs. Holt smiled serenely at me, “Well, this was unexpected.”

“I’m surprised I didn’t think of this sooner,” I told her.

“Mr. Holt definitely never did this to me.”

“His loss.”

“Exactly what I was thinking. I’m so glad that I have a super-horny man cub to fuck me all over when the mood hits him.”

“My poor Mama Bear. I’m going to give you so much of my cum that you’re going to find it in the funniest places.”

“Ooooh! I hope that’s a promise! Keep fucking my tits, my sweet cub.” She put her hands behind her head, exposing those hairy pits of hers and making my eyes light up with glee. She noticed this and started chuckling. “What is it with you and body hair?”

“I don’t know,” I said as my face burned with arousal and embarrassment. “Maybe it’s because I hardly have any.”

“You wanna put your dick in there?”

“Yes!”

“Go ahead, love.”

Seconds later I was standing on the side of the bed, my dick poised and ready. She got out of the bed, stood near me, and raised her arm for me. Once my penis was pressed against the hairy pocket, she put her arm down and I started my thrusting. Her sweat and my precum made for a wonderful lubricant, making her armpit hairs slicker as I made love to her. This felt so new and so wonderful, and from the look on my Mama Bear’s face, she was enjoying it too.

She was staring me in the eye, with the hand of her free arm stuffed down her panties. The wet spot on the front was very large and the smell from her crotch wafted towards my nose. I was happy to see her toes curling as she pleasured her own snatch while I ravaged her armpit.

It was my turn for my toes to curl. The throbbing in my cock was mounting, and I was ready to blow. Even though it wasn’t her pussy, I had clearly found another favorite part of her body to enjoy in the future. Tried as I might to fight it, I spurted within the confines of her arm-pussy. I was surprised to still be on my feet as I came down from the dizzying heights of my orgasm.

“Ohhhh, look at this mess!” Mrs. Holt exclaimed in faux shock. She smiled as she bared her armpit to me, showing me the matted hair soak with sweat and seed. Though I was spent, the sight was no less arousing to me.

I walked up to her, bent down, and kissed her sweaty face. The room stank of our flesh, but I still wanted her. My dick was still dripping cum onto her sheets, but she didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

Our embrace was then interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. I stood straight and looked towards the bedroom door. Mrs. Holt stood up and hastily put on her bedclothes, not bothering türbanlı escort to change her soaked panties.

“Oh, for Pete’s sake,” Mrs. Holt grumbled. “Who could that be?”

“I should grab my clothes,” I said.

“No, dear, it’s alright. How about you go in the bathroom and run us a bath?”

A smile from me let her know that I was in total agreement. While she went to go see to her visitor, I ran bath for us. Mrs. Holt had this large Roman tub that was big enough for two people. Seeing that it would take some time for it to fill, I decided to use the separate shower to rinse my body first. After cleaning myself thoroughly, I exited the shower and got into the bathtub.

After turning off the tap, I sat back and enjoyed the warm water. I had purposefully made the temperature slightly above lukewarm so that I could enjoy the hot water as it soothed my muscles. I closed my eyes and rested until my lover came back. I was almost asleep when I heard Mrs. Holt enter the bathroom. My ears perked and my cock throbbed as she walked towards the bathtub.

“Oh, it was my friend Doreen passing through on her way to Kroger,” she explained. “God, that woman sure is a talker. You enjoying that bath, cub?

“Oh, yes, Mama.”

“Good. You just lie back and let me take care of you.”

I was mesmerized as I saw her stride towards me in the tub. She grabbed a bottle of this almond honey body wash and squirted it into a mesh loofah sponge. She then gently started to bathe me, her hand gliding over my wet skin with the utmost care and devotion. My eyes fluttered closed as she hummed softly while she cleaned me, filling my ears with the soothing sounds of some unknown song and gently sloshing water. The smell of the body wash was making me crave freshly baked bread and honey.

When I no longer felt her touch, I cracked an eye open, just in time to see her shed her robe and step into the tub while still wearing her nightgown. As soon as she sat down in the water, I pounced upon her. She wrapped her arms around me, and we shared another kiss.

We writhed in the bathwater like two eels, our bodies slick with suds. I don’t know what possessed her to enter the tub still clothed, but it did not detract from my attraction to her in any way. Her massive breasts looked so good, even when wrapped in wet cotton. I grabbed her right breast and lifted it up, squeezing it front of her. When I noticed her hard nipple erected through the filmy wet gown, I gently sucked and bit at it.

It was driving Mrs. Holt wild. My ears were treated to the sounds of her moans and the loud splashes of bathwater. I abandoned her breast and grabbed the opposite one, but instead of using my mouth, I subjected the nipple upon it to multiple prods and pinches.

“Enough, please!” Mrs. Hold croaked. “Take me, take me now!”

I got off of her and aided her in removing the damp gown from her body. After she tossed the soggy nightie onto the bathroom floor, she and I then began the complicated task of extricating her from her panties. She threw them out of the tub with marked disdain and then gave me a look of painful longing as she spread her legs for me. I felt like a torpedo as I glid through the water to take my cherished place. Seeing as this was my first time engaging in bathtub sex, it took us both some time for me to get coordinated and enter my lover.

The mechanics felt off, but it still felt good to be inside of her. We kissed and licked each other’s faces as struggled to keep our genitals in sweet congress. I parted a stray curtain of wet hair from her face with my hand.

“I need you, Mama Bear,” I moaned. “I need your love. Oh, it was so painful to be away from you for so long!”

“I know, Cub,” she panted. “It was only for seven days…but I couldn’t stand it!”

“MAMA BEAR!”

I sat up, grabbed Mrs. Holt’s thighs, and began to ram my member into her. The water frothed with the force of our lovemaking. She wailed and struggled to grasp her slippery breasts.

My knees were starting to hurt; it was difficult trying to do missionary while they scraped against the coarse bottom of the tub. Part of me wanted to stop and resume things in the comfort of the bed, but I didn’t want to ruin the mood. I kept my pace, hoping that the speed and force of my thrusts would be enough to sate the horny woman before me. I’d lost count of how many times she’d cum, but, thankfully, I felt my end approaching soon. I stopped my thrusting and allowed myself release into her soggy snatch.

My eyes savored the sight of my tired, wet, and satisfied lover, making my heart glad. They then drifted downward to her pussy, where I could see tiny globs of semen in the water as they leaked out of her. I reclined opposite from her with our legs still intertwined as we caught our breath. A few minutes later, Mrs. Holt then grabbed the edge of the tub and audibly hoisted herself up. She looked so wonderful with her soggy hair and damp skin.

“Jeez!” She exclaimed. “We sure made a mess! Look at the floor.”

I turned my head to regard the tile floor of the bathroom, which was completely drenched. Apparently, we’d been knocking boots so hard that it displaced some of the water from the tub. I was surprised that I hadn’t noticed it earlier.

Mrs. Holt carefully climbed out of the tub and tiptoed through the water as if it were a minefield. She got several towels from the linen closet and threw them over the puddles. I pulled the stopper from the drain and stood up in the bathtub. After I climbed out, Mrs. Holt tossed me a dry towel before pulling out her hair dryer and plugging it in. While she dried her hair, I dried my body and headed into the bedroom.

My poor knees were a bit scuffed from our exertions in the bathtub, but nothing serious. My body didn’t realize how tired it was until I crawled under the heavy comforter and sunk into the mattress. A while later I heard the wail of the hair dryer cease, and Mrs. Holt walked into the bedroom wearing nothing, save for the towel wrapped around her head.

“Sorry if I took too long,” she said. “Did you miss me?”

“Always,” I said.

“Well,” she said, sitting on the bed. “Now you gotta kiss me.”

I crawled over to her and we kissed. Her skin was dry but still felt a bit clammy. I wanted her, but my dick was still too spent to show it.

“Why don’t I help you moisturize?” I suggested.

“Great idea!”

She smiled as I returned to the bathroom to fetch some lotion. When I came back to the bedroom, Mama Bear was lying face down on the bed. I climbed on top of her, squirted some lotion onto her skin, and began rubbing it all over her. She giggled when my hands found her bulbous, cellulite-riddled buttocks. I also took extra time on her hairy thighs, making the long hairs on them slick and flat against her skin.

“Alright,” she said before rolling over. “Come over here and give my front some attention.”

“Gladly,” I said before I squirted a palm-sized glob of lotion into my hand.

I started from the bottom, moisturizing her hairy shins, and then I went up to her thighs. I paused to look at her large bush and found my mouth watering. Though I still looked forward to lathering her wobbling teats, I was overcome with hunger. I parted her thighs with no resistance and lay down between them. Mrs. Holt drew up her legs to give me better access.

As my nose hovered near her womanhood, I inhaled deeply. Beneath the lingering scent of the honey almond body wash was a heady, dusky scent. I pressed my face against her hairy labia and slowly slipped my tongue into her.

Even though my head was nestled between her thighs, I was still treated to the sounds of her shudders and moans. At first, I licked the outside of her gates, and then I probed her, my tongue stroking the rubbery folds of her pussy.

“Ah, yes,” I heard her say before I felt her fingers raking themselves through my hair. “Yes, that’s a good cub. Lick me good…lick up all of Mama’s honey. Ahhhhhhh…”

I gently massaged her inner thighs as I continued to coax more of the aforementioned ‘honey’ out of her. My mind was trying to stay in the moment, while simultaneously drawing from both the porn videos I had seen online and then other girls I had eaten out. To be honest, I don’t think Mrs. Holt was all that picky; by her own confession, it’d been a while since she’d seen male attention like this. Before the end of her marriage, her ex-husband had sexually neglected her. If only he could see her now.

I pulled my tongue out of her and began to lap at her clitoris. Her moans dropped in pitch, reverberating throughout her entire body. Sticky love juices mingled themselves with the saliva I was leaving. I kept licking the engorged nub, and my Mama Bear’s other hand clasped my head. For a second, I thought that she meant to shove me up inside of her.

I lost count of how many licks it took to bring her to climax, but, after a short series of yelps, and her body seizing with ecstasy, she was still. Feeling her grip on my head slacken, I lifted it up and saw her panting, her face red and contorted with lust. I sat up, savoring her taste and, to be honest, getting some air myself.

“Oh, thank you, Cub,” Mrs. Holt panted. “Oh, I’m seeing hearts, stars, and horseshoes!”

“You’re welcome.”

“Still in the mood to give the rest of my body some lotion?”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Great. After that, I’ll lotion you up next. Can’t have my cub suffering dry and pruny skin. Afterwards, we’ll take a nap, and, when we wake up, maybe your friend down there can give me some more action.”

She gazed hungrily at my still-limp penis. I couldn’t wait for my refractory period to be at an end. I retrieved the lotion bottle and prepared to give some attention to her top.

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After our trysts during and after the gala, I stayed the night and woke up the next morning to a note on the door that read: “Come on downstairs, I’m out back in the hot tub if you want to join ;)”

I threw on a pair of gym shorts that I had brought in from my truck the night before and headed down to the kitchen where I grabbed 2 bottles of water before heading out back to Erin’s patio.

When I got outside, I could see her in the hot tub with her back to me. She turned around when the door shut and smiled and remarked: “Good morning sleepy head, I was wondering when you’d be getting up.”

I smiled and said “well someone wore me out last night, so I needed to sleep in. I did bring a bottle of water for you so please forgive me.”

Erin laughed and said, “Well thank you, are you going to join me?”

I remarked, “Well I only have these gym shorts…”.

She laughed again says, “Oh honey, I only wear a bathing suit when there are other people are over. That’s the perk of living in a private area.”

Like most young men, I tend to wake up with morning wood, and while it had subsided a bit, I was now starting to get hard again as I slipped off my shorts and slid into the warm water across from Erin.

We sat and chatted about random things for 5 or 10 minutes, neither of us really commenting about the night before other than the gala and how much money was raised.

Even though I could only see Erin from the neck up, knowing that she was completely naked less than 3 feet from me had turned my semi-hard-on into a full-on erection.

As Erin finished her bottle of water she said, “So, are we going to do anything about that hard cock of yours or are we just going to sit here?”

I took another sip of my water and then said, “Well, why don’t you come over here and I’ll sit on the edge of the tub?”

I slid up onto the edge as Erin moved across to where I had been sitting. She rose up out of the water onto her knees exposing her tits and remarked, “God I love sucking your cock.” Before I could say another word, she had taken my cock into her mouth and started to give me one of her fantastic blowjobs. When she gives ulus escort head, she knows just the right tempo, knows when to speed up and slow down, uses just the right amount of spit and fondles my balls perfectly.

Well, this go around she added something new, while she was doing her “normal thing,” she started to hum, adding a vibration to an already fantastic blowjob. With this new technique and me fondling her D tits, I had to stop her after about 5 minutes because I could already feel my load building.

I told Erin that I was going to blow if she didn’t stop, so she reluctantly pulled away and goes, “Well we don’t want that to happen yet.”

I nodded my head and said, why don’t you switch me spots and let me repay the wonderful blowjob.” Erin scooted sideways as I slid back into the water and she moved into the position that I had been sitting in.

As I got comfortable in front of her, I parted her legs and looked at her perfectly waxed pussy, slowly parting her lips with my fingers. As soon as I touched her, she shuddered and sighed. As I slowly inserted a finger to see how wet she was, I was greeted by a soaked pussy that wasn’t from the water. Erin is by far the wettest woman I have ever been with, and one who can squirt very easy. I moved my head between her legs and began to slowly lick her outer lips while slowly working two fingers and in and out of her. As usual, this combination caused Erin to begin moaning softly; I kept up the motion with my fingers but moved my tongue to her inner lips and began to lick in earnest, ignoring her clit but speeding up my fingers.

After another minute or so of this Erin’s moans grew louder and she exclaimed, “Oh god yes!” I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers and she began to cum; I kept up my licking as she orgasmed and came down.

Just as she came down, I went right back to work, this time focusing right below her clit before zeroing in on it while at the same time giving the inside of her pussy the “come here” motion with my fingers. As always, this sent her over the edge within another minute or two, this time causing her to squirt yenimahalle escort as she came.

As her orgasm subsided and I pulled my head from between her legs, she looked at me wild eyed and goes, “Oh my god, I love when you do that!”

I smiled and said, “well let’s not waste that wetness, turn around and let me fuck you.”

For the second time in 12 hours, I had Erin bent over something as I slid my cock into her wet and waiting pussy. Because of being in the hot tub, I could fuck her as hard and as fast as we normally do, but the slow and deep was a nice change of pace. We stayed in this position for about 5 minutes as I slowly but deeply fucked her, with each thrust Erin’s moans got a little bit louder and a little bit longer until it was just one consistent moan then she said, “Don’t stop, I’m going to cum!”

She arched her back and moaned as I felt her pussy clench my cock and she orgasmed.” I slowly slid out of her as her orgasm subsided and reached around to fondle her tits a little bit before giving her a light slap on the ass.

This caused her to giggle and then say, “I want to ride your cock, sit down.” I protested a bit and said, “We don’t have any lube, wont it hurt you?”

She kind of pushed me down and started to slide into the water and said, “You know how wet I am, it’ll be fine.”

As my ass hit the seat, Erin’s pelvis and ass were not far behind; she reached into the water and after feeling around a bit she found my cock and guided it into her pussy. Everyone knows how warm a pussy is on a cock, but that combined with the hot tub made it even hotter than usual.

As Erin settled onto my cock, I reached around and grabbed her ass. As she began to grind against me, I used her hips and ass to set the pace. As I cupped her full ass, I allowed a finger to lightly trace her asshole (Erin is who first introduced me to ass play), and this caused her to moan even more. As I allowed her to speed up, she began to moan louder and bit my shoulder. I started to thrust up just a bit into her and after 5 or 6 thrusts, I once again felt her pussy clench tunalı escort as she began to cum again, this time grinding her pelvis and clit into me.

As her orgasm subsided, she collapsed against me and goes, “How have you not cum yet?!”

I laughed and said, “Focusing on other things than the hot MILF riding my cock.”

She laughed and said, “Well that’s fine, because I want to try something else. Lay down on the lounger but with your head at the feet end.”

I looked at her a little confused and she goes, “Trust me, I’ve done it by myself, I think it’ll be better with you.”

I did as I was told and found a jet gently hitting my ball and taint, Erin stood up and kneeled down with her legs on either side of me and got into reverse cowgirl. As she slid onto my cock, she leaned forward until her tits were touching the water.

It felt a little awkward and then she pushed a button on the control panel and half the jets sped up and she began to ride my cock. I soon realize she was using a jet to hit her clit while at the same time riding me.

I slowly began to meet her with thrusts of my own and the combination of her motion and the jet lightly on my balls I knew I was going to cum soon. I told Erin that this felt amazing and I was going to cum soon.

She turned to me and goes, “Good, fill me up babe.”

We began to increase our pace at the same time, and she was the first to cum, this time though her moans were accompanied by my grunts as I shot my load deep into her pussy as her walls clenched around my cock.

As I emptied the last of my load into her pussy, she slid my cock out of her and leaned back against me as I cupped her tits softly.

After a few minutes she said, “Yep, that worked just how I thought it would. IT’s much better with a cock in me than just the jets.”

I laughed and said, “Glad I could help!” We stayed still and quiet for a few more minutes as my cock continued to soften and I rubbed her tits and nipples.

Finally, Erin goes, “What do you say we go shower and then I’ll cook breakfast before you head home?”

I smiled and said, “That sounds good.”

We showered and ate breakfast, as I was leaving, I heard Erin on the phone with someone, I quickly realized it was a cleaning company when she said, “Yes I know it was just cleaned, but there is a film on the water, and I would like it cleaned again.”

I realized then that while it felt spontaneous, Erin had planned this all ahead of time, but I didn’t care.

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‘I hope you’re ready Alan,’ I said marching into our bedroom, giving my husband no choice. He was lying in bed, already naked, already with a semi. ‘I will take that a yes then,’ I said and climbed onto the bed next to him.

‘God, Helen, you’re so fucking sexy,’ he said wrapping his arms around me, rubbing them up and down my back. I was naked too.

‘I know,’ I whispered in his ear, pulling his hands away from my butt cheek and giving him a kiss. ‘But not yet.’

‘No,’ he said.

‘You want to know how it went, don’t you?’

‘Yes.’

‘You want to know what happened last night? When your wife met her lover?’ I met his eyes, they were full of love and desire. I felt his cock stiffen against me when I asked the question.

‘Oh God, yes.’ His voice was hoarse. I started to feel wet at the memory of the previous night when I met Tomas in a hotel room.

‘You want me to tell you everything,’ I stressed the last syllable, ‘of how Tomas made me cum, made me squeal, how he covered me with his hot, sticky spunk?’ I had probably turned myself on again; Tomas had had the magic touch.

‘Yes please, Helen. I thought of you last night, I hoped you were having fun.’

‘Your wish is my command, Alan.’ I clambered out of bed, keeping eye contact on Alan who was slowly pleasuring himself already, rubbing his thick cock up and down. He loved hearing about my evenings out with my young men, since we opened up our marriage it’s gotten stronger – we’ve become closer. Tomas was a man who Alan had introduced.

Tomas was tall and muscular. Very muscular, his thighs were powerful and like tree trunks. He had a six-pack that I loved to rub my fingers over. His biceps were beautifully sculptured and he had a perfect butt. This was topped off with his meaty and tasty cock, one that felt just simply heaven to touch.

He was also thirty years younger than me, only his mid-twenties and he honestly didn’t mind entertaining this middle-aged woman all night. I tried to keep in shape, but I enjoyed sex too much for the gym. I was too distracted in the gym.

I opened up a laptop that I left on my dressing table and made sure it was hooked to the TV at the end of the bed.

‘Settle in Alan, settle in.’

‘My God, Hel, you haven’t?’

‘Oh yes,’ I said climbing back into bed and nestling in my husband’s arms, letting him cup me from behind. ‘We filmed every single minute of it. Let’s enjoy.’

I heard him moan slightly as my homemade porn film started to play. I felt nervous, that it might be weird watching me on screen but the nerves disappeared. I ended up turned on, ridiculously turned on. By the time the film ended, I was going to be so wet and even Alan was going to have made me cum multiple times. There was no way we’d get through the whole film without having sex – Tomas and I took our time.

I had started off strong. My wavy curly hair was pinned up out of the way and I was dressed in a very fancy evening gown that Alan was yet to see, his eyes opened wide when he clocked it.

‘Fuck me Hel, that’s stunning,’ he said, trying not to touch his cock. I was stopping him.

Tomas had said the same thing. ‘Jesus fuck wow,’ was his response. I was dressed in a golden gown that hugged rus escort my figure. It had a deep cleavage neckline that went all the way down to my naval and it had lace panelling all the way down the side, which was see-through and showed off large amounts of flesh. It was so showy that it was obvious I wasn’t wearing any underwear at all and I had not cared. I had my tuxedoed young man on my arm and a four-poster bed to ruin.

The camera had been positioned at such an angle that Alan and I could see the entire bed from slightly above. Tomas and I kissed deeply, directly in front of the lens. I could see our tongues meeting; the picture so clear you can see it in my eyes how much I was enjoying it and my God I was. I almost forgot we were filming, it was so fucking hot. Tomas’s strong kisses had sent shivers all the way down my spine. His muscular hands running all the way down my back, before he trailed them up the front along the skin that was on show. That had sent me into a frenzy.

I felt Alan stiffen as he watched me undress my young man. Very slowly his tuxedo came off. First his jacket, then his shirt and tie. I did each button with confident, slow hands kissing all the way over his muscular frame. He moaned alongside me as we watched me unclasp Tomas belt buckle and slide his trousers and boxers down, off his body leaving my young man naked – his stiff cock ready and waiting for my mouth.

‘Fuck, his cock is huge,’ said Alan softly in my ear. ‘You must have enjoyed that.’

‘Oh yes,’ I whispered to myself, my pussy soaking. My hands moved down and I slowly started to massage my clit with one hand, my other found Alan’s cock and stroked it slowly.

On-screen I took Tomas all in my mouth straight away. It had tasted amazing, so very suckable. Tomas picked the camera up off the side and we were treated to a first-person point of view, my bright red lips moving up and down his huge cock, my eyes staring straight into the lens. Tomas moaned, Alan moaned, hell, I moaned. I continued to suck for ages, licking around the tip until his cock started to twitch. He exploded in my mouth and on my face, the camera catching very clearly my nice young man’s cum all over me. He tasted so good and made a point of staring at the camera as I wiped my face clean with my finger and eating the rest of it. Something I didn’t often do with Alan.

‘Jesus Hel,’ I heard Alan whisper, entranced by the film.

I grinned to myself and started to masturbate properly, I remembered what was coming.

On film I stood up and slipped my dress up, letting it fall to the floor. I was naked underneath and I could tell that both Tomas and Alan appreciated it. The camera was placed on the side and I sat on the bed facing it, spreading my legs wide. Tomas knelt on the floor and buried his face in my pussy. I moaned at the memory, how his tongue felt as he licked my clit up and down slowly. My whole upper body was on display and I kept one hand firmly on the back of Tomas’s head, pushing his face further into me.

I played with my nipples, both on tape and next to Alan. One hand twisting my nipple, my other gentle stroking my husband’s cock. It felt good, I could feel that sincan escort I was ready to explode, ready to pulsate.

On camera, I did. Tomas made me cum far too quickly. I kept eye contact with the camera as the orgasm pulsated through my body, cumming hard into Tomas’s face. I loved watching it, I remembered how it felt, how powerful it felt and how I was ready for what was going to come next.

‘That looked big,’ Alan whispered in my ear; one hand playing with my nipples and nipping at my neck.

‘It got bigger,’ I croaked back as we watched me fall onto my back, legs open wide. Tomas stood up, his cock rock solid again. ‘Just watch,’ I said. Watching it, my pussy was now soaking wet as the image of Tomas climbing on top of me and sliding his big dick inside me came on screen.

‘Wow.’ I heard Alan say but I was lost in the moment, my hand on my clit rubbing up and down, getting myself off. We could see my legs wrapped around Tomas’s muscular back and perfectly sculptured butt; my hands on his ass cheeks as he pounded hard deep inside of me. I could hear him groaning on camera, I could hear me screaming and shouting, ‘Oh God,’ over and over. I could hear Alan whisper to himself, stroking his cock, watching his wife get fucked.

To say Tomas had stamina would be an understatement. He carried on for ages, fucking me hard. Every thrust had felt so fucking good, I loved being filled by young men and the squeak of the bedsprings must have been a dead giveaway for anyone in the room next door. I hadn’t cared at the time and I didn’t care now. With my hands, I came watching myself, curling around my fingers sending shoots of pleasure around my body.

On screen we watched as Tomas and I switched places. My turn to go on top. He lay on his back and I faced the camera. Alan watched with excited eyes as his wife lowered herself on a huge cock – belonging to a man at least thirty years her junior. I was red-faced, my hair a mess and I was soaked with sweat. It didn’t take much for me to slide on, my pussy juices were plentiful.

‘You are so fucking sexy,’ Alan told me. I grinned and pressed my body into his, feeling his cock almost pulsating as he pressed it against my back. He was trying not to touch it now, he was ready to cum at a moments notice but he needed to know how it ended. I wanted to see it too, I wanted to relive it.

I rode Tomas. Firstly I kept moving up and down, feeling his shaft against me with every movement, sending me into heaven. I started slowly before I quickened up the pace, Tomas moaning loudly. Then it was side to side and around. I grew confident, I started to play with my nipples as Tomas grabbed my hips to take control.

With a moan and groan I twisted my nipples before playing with my clit once more, his cock buried deep. Fuck it felt so good, far too good. We watched as I came loudly on camera, almost squirting everywhere I was so wet. My legs quivered uncontrollably and I climbed off Tomas unable to move for a minute. He moved me onto my hands and knees, my side to the camera and he fucked me from behind.

‘That one was bigger,’ I told my husband and it was true. One of the biggest I’d ever had and it wasn’t sıhhiye escort truly over. Tomas was keeping me on the edge. He grabbed my hips and pulled them towards him and I screamed as I felt his cock burying deep inside me from behind. Tomas’s face was red now and we were both so sweaty it was hard for him to get a good grip. He thrust inside me over and over, a light groan escaping his lips with every movement. I shrieked a little more loudly and the bed squeaked with the motion.

‘Fucking hell,’ Alan said as Tomas carried on, longer than he expected. I remember feeling good with every movement, I remember feeling like he was about to tip me over the edge as if I was on the cusp of cumming but not making it. I don’t know how he did it, it felt so good as if I was in heaven.

Quick as a flash Tomas pulled out and threw me around back onto my back. He grabbed my legs and pushed them far back, almost against my head and he pushed his huge dick deep inside me again. I squealed, both on camera and watching it and Tomas sped up his movements. I turned around in the bed next to my husband and faced him and grabbed his cock tightly and started to properly jack him off.

On camera, Tomas was absolutely destroying me. Hard and deep, slow thrusts at first causing me to gasp with every thrust deep inside my pussy. The bed squeaking in time with the rhythm. As he sped up he sent shivers all over my body; pleasure shooting through my spine and around as I came, noisily and loudly, soaking him everywhere. I remembered how big it felt and it looked the same. I was almost a broken woman.

Alan groaned next to me as my hands became a blur on his hard cock.

Tomas picked the camera up and gave us a first person view of him sliding his cock back in me, to my eyes rolling around my head in ecstasy. My breasts moved all over the place, I was red all over and I looked a sweaty mess. We watched as this young man finished fucking me, he pulled his cock out and shot his cum all over my body. It mixed in with the sweat and pussy juices. The bedsheets had gone from light purple to dark and had become ruined and tangled up. I was gasping for water and couldn’t take anymore.

‘Told you, it was big,’ I said to Alan who was groaning next to me. I sidled over, he was still flat on his back and I stood over him, lowering myself down and riding my husband. It felt good for him to be inside of me, too good. Moving up and down I felt myself build up. ‘It was so fucking big Alan. His cock was huge. Did you like how his cock kept filling me?’

Alan grunted, concentrating on staying hard. ‘Did you like watching your wife cum again and again? A man far too young for her destroying her, ruining her?’ It was making me cum now and my legs and body twitched as I nearly lost control.

‘Did you like watching me cum like that?’ I asked quietly. ‘Your turn now though, sweetie.’ I moved my head towards his cock and took him all in my mouth, sucking hard, licking around his tip as I know he likes it.

‘Jesus Helen,’ I heard him say as his cock twitched and throbbed. He came easily, his cum hitting the back of my throat and I greedily ate it all up.

We lay there in silence for a few moments, the movie had now finished. It was me who spoke first. ‘Did you enjoy watching your wife then?’ I grinned as I looked him directly in the eye. ‘I love you.’

‘I did and I love you too,’ he planted a kiss on me. ‘We need to find more Tomases don’t we?’

I smiled and nestled my head on his chest, he instinctively put his arm around me. ‘Yes, we do.’

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Backstory: Picking up on previous accounts of Luther “The Root” Casey, it’s the late 1970’s and our well-hung hero is a college student at a large Midwestern university where he plays bass and spreads his considerable goodwill among the ladies.

To further appreciate this new story with the buxom Ellen Heath, uninitiated readers may want to read some of the earlier “Root and the Pharmacist’s Wife” installments, which is where the Lute and Ellen saga begins.

Per usual, this is a work of fiction and all characters are of legal age.

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Midway through the spring semester of his junior year, Lute got a surprising phone call. It was a weeknight at about dinner hour, and after a full day of classes he had just returned from a run and was about to jump in the shower.

“Hello, Luther,” a familiar female voice said when Lute picked up the phone, “It’s Ellen…Ellen Heath. How are you?”

Ellen Heath was an old lover of Lute’s from his hometown. She and her husband had owned a local pharmacy, and during the winter of his senior year of high school, Lute and Ellen had engaged in a prolonged and steamy affair.

Ellen, in the vernacular of the day, was really stacked. Her breasts were fleshy 38F beauties, and for a big tit connoisseur like Lute, they were the essence of all things good. He had spent many happy hours luxuriating in the bountiful pulchritude of her bosom. And coupled with her cavernous twat that accommodated his ten-inch leviathan with ease, Ellen and Lute had been a well-matched pair. And in addition to the great sex, they had become close. Which had surprised them both, given that she was a married forty-something woman and he was an 18 year old kid.

Being a promiscuous young man, Lute rarely let himself get attached to his lovers, but he was truly sad when the affair with Ellen had ended. She was a tender and interesting woman, and she had really blossomed in their time together. The somewhat insecure and unworldly lady who had first come-on to Lute at the pharmacy had become an erotic and adventurous lover. And thanks to Lute, she had learned to appreciate and use her voluptuous body to great advantage.

Not wanting it to jeopardize her marriage, Ellen and Lute had finally ended their affair and the two had since lost touch. But, as Ellen explained when she called, she had tracked down his number so they could “catch up”. Though from the tone of her voice, Lute knew there was more to her call than just that.

And he was right. Because after peppering each other with various getting reacquainted questions, Ellen revealed that she and Ron, her husband, or rather her “ex-husband” had divorced. She didn’t go into much detail, but for most of the previous year, Ron, instead of going to his weekly Thursday night bowling league, had been having an affair with a local schoolteacher. And the young single woman had inconveniently become pregnant. Long story short, Ron had moved out, and Ellen had gladly moved on.

But aside from sharing this news, the other reason for Ellen’s call was to inform Lute that she had been accepted into an MBA program in the city and would be starting classes that summer. He was dear to her, and she wanted him to know of the good things happening in her life.

Ellen had come out really well in her divorce settlement. She had played up the devoted wife who had been disgracefully wronged by her unfaithful husband. And Ron, who had never learned of her affair with Lute, folded with guilt. So she was using some of the settlement money to restart her life. Beginning with going back to school for an MBA.

But before starting classes, and to celebrate her divorce and new life, Ellen was going to Hawaii for a vacation. And she was hoping Lute might like to be her guest.

“I know asking you this is just a complete shot in the dark,” Ellen said after making her offer, “But I can’t think of anyone I’d rather lie half-naked on a beach with for a week than you, Lute.”

The trip Ellen proposed lined up well with Lute’s upcoming spring break. And though he had made tentative plans to go skiing in Colorado with some buddies, he visualized Ellen on a beach with her huge tits spilling out of a bikini top. So after only a moment of consideration, he gladly accepted her offer.

“But I’ll pay my own way,” he said, “It will be great to be with you again, Ellen.”

Ellen had already arranged for a beach side cabin on the big island, so Lute just had to get his plane ticket. And it was only a few weeks later that he picked her up in his VW van for the trip to the city airport. As Lute drove, the two quickly resumed the friendship that had grown during their affair.

Since he had last seen her, Ellen looked five or ten years younger, and about that many pounds lighter. Her thick dark hair was fashionably cut and she was dressed for Hawaii in a white cotton blouse and long tan skirt. The blouse had a neckline low enough to reveal a nice slice of cleavage, which Lute mamak escort found to be a real distraction as he drove. And if they hadn’t been en route to a flight, he would have found a place to pull over so he could get her on the bed in the back of the van and plant his face in her luscious bosom.

They talked throughout the drive to the airport, and then for a portion of the long flight to Honolulu. But when the lights went out on the plane and the other passengers dozed off, the two pulled a blanket over themselves and moved closer together.

Sliding a hand inside Ellen’s blouse, Lute massaged her tits while they quietly kissed, the hum of the jet engines muffling her soft moans while his fingers circled her wide areolae and nipples.

“Oh, yeah, Luther, that’s so nice,” she whispered, “No one has ever loved my tits like you.”

“I’ve dreamed about these,” he whispered back, “I can’t wait to suck on them again.”

“Mmm, yeah. So what if you didn’t have to wait?”

“I like the way you think,” Lute chuckled as he glanced around to confirm they weren’t being watched. Since they were seated in the front row of the plane’s middle cabin and the aisle seat was open, they had the row to themselves, with Lute in the window seat and Ellen in the middle. So Lute squirmed down onto his back, placing his head in Ellen’s lap. Then with the blanket pulled back over them, Ellen opened her blouse and reached around and undid her bra, unleashing her big floppy tits.

Since the last time they had been together, Lute had experienced a run of particular good luck by hooking up with a few lactating women, and had grown quite fond of suckling their milk. And though Ellen had no breast liquids to offer him, he nonetheless relished her succulent tits, working his face deep into her fleshy cleavage, taking in her familiar scent, and using his tongue to play connect-the-dots with her chest freckles.

And that’s how Lute fell asleep, with his face smashed against one of Ellen’s big tits. He wasn’t sure how long he had been out when Ellen leaned down and smoothed his hair, whispering, “Come with me, Luther.”

Seeing that she was now standing in the aisle, Lute groggily roused himself and followed her.

As it turned out, while Lute was asleep, Ellen had struck up a conversation with one of the flight attendants, a nice older woman who had glanced over a few times from her jump seat to catch a glimpse of Lute’s mouth planted on Ellen’s exposed tit. Catching her gaze but deciding not to pull up the slipped blanket, Ellen let the woman watch as Lute continued working his face over her big beauties, unaware they were being observed.

When Lute had fallen asleep, Ellen had eased him off her lap and gone to the restroom. And once finished, she started talking with the watchful attendant. Seeing as they were already on familiar terms, having watched Lute suck on Ellen’s tits, the woman asked her a couple of probing questions. So Ellen sat with her for a few minutes and told her a bit about her relationship with Lute, how they hadn’t seen each other for three years, and why they were reconnecting.

This all made the attendant smile. “Yeah, that sounds about like the story I was imagining as I watched you two over there,” she said softly.

“So, I think the only fitting conclusion to this happy reunion flight is for you two to join the Mile High Club,” the stewardess said with a conspiratorial grin.

Loving her offer, Ellen didn’t protest, and instead went back to her seat to bring the groggy Lute up to the mid-section toilet while her new flight attendant friend stood guard.

Opening the toilet door and ushering them inside the cramped space, the attendant gave them each a quick kiss and closed the door before re-seating herself nearby.

Having been assured they wouldn’t be interrupted, and that this particular toilet was considered “the honeymoon suite” among the crew, Ellen pushed Lute down on the toilet seat and yanked down his loose drawstring pants. Then squatting on the floor as best she could, she took his cock into her mouth and sucked on his huge tool until it was good and hard. Which, given the semi-aroused state he had been in all day, didn’t take long.

But after the initial rush of getting themselves into the toilet and positioned to fuck, Ellen now slowed things down and took pleasure in reuniting with Lute’s amazing phallus. It was even bigger and thicker than she remembered — she could barely get her hands wrapped around it. And as she stretched her mouth to to take in its huge head, she sighed in anticipation of the week before them.

Very early in her ex-husband’s affair, Ellen had known what he was up to. It wasn’t that big of a town, and she knew people. But she chose not to confront him. Because, ever since being with Lute, no matter how hard she tried, and in spite of her desire to save her marriage and their business, she couldn’t resurrect ofise gelen escort any attraction for her husband. So she was privately relieved when he decided to go elsewhere for love and admiration. During the divorce process, Ron told her that part of his attraction to the schoolteacher — who soon became his second wife — was that she thought he was funny and had a big dick. And he knew that Ellen didn’t think either of those was true. To which she could only sheepishly nod and smile.

So, Ellen now figured, having Lute’s ten-inch monster back in her mouth was a proper reward for the years she had spent with the humorless needle-dick pharmacist.

And after some prolonged sucking on her lover’s tool, Ellen further rewarded herself by standing up and raising her skirt as she settled over his lap in a reverse cowgirl position, which, aside from standing, was the only real way to fuck in their tight quarters. Then dropping her gaping twat onto his torqued member, the two became fully reconnected once again.

As much as Ellen loved sucking Lute’s big cock, the thing she loved the most was to have him inside her expansive cunt. Because ever since she became sexually active as a teenager, Ellen knew that her pussy was abnormally large.

And then after sleeping with a guy in college, one that two of her dorm friends had described as having a huge dick that almost split them open, she confirmed that her twat was in fact really big. Because that guy, who was probably a good seven or eight inches long and pretty thick, had been lost in space inside her twat. And he had a good bit of trouble getting off. As did she.

Early in her affair with Lute, Ellen found that he loved her big floppy tits in the same ardent way that she lusted for his huge cock. He told her that he daydreamed about her tits while sitting in classes at school. And that every time they were back together, he was amazed all over again at how big and succulent they were.

And that was exactly how she felt about his cock. She fantasized about it. A lot. And that didn’t stop when their affair ended. In fact, her desire for Lute had only grown in the ensuing years. And that’s why she called to invite him on this trip. She had thought she would be able to get over him, but she hadn’t. So she wanted to be reminded of just why that was.

And now, praise be, here she was, 35 thousand feet in the air and with her spacious pussy again planted on her young lover’s thick truncheon as they flew off to a tropical island. And with Lute groping her tits, the lovers fucked and ground their body parts together like two horny teenagers at a drive-in.

Reopening her blouse and unleashing her breasts, Ellen knew that giving him free reign of her body, and especially her luscious 38F tits, for a full week on a tropical island was going to be absolute heaven for her. And she was sure Lute felt the same. And having his thick ten inch python available to her wherever and whenever she wanted made her shudder with joy as she bounced up and down on his selfsame member.

Ellen was soon cumming as Lute lifted his hips and shoved his monster so deep inside her that his cock’s head hit her cervix, reminding her that he was the only man who’d ever done that.

Gasping for air as she came, Ellen moaned, “My god I love what you do to me, Luther. My pussy has been aching for you for so long! It’s like your cock was specially built to be inside me!”

Grabbing her big tits and squeezing their nipples, Lute groaned as he worked his thick cock against her clit, driving her to further orgasmic paroxysms as he prepared to launch his spew.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” Lute gasped, “Do you want me to cum inside you?”

“God, yes, give it to me Lute,” she moaned in reply, “I want it so bad!”

With his head leaning back against the plane’s vibrating outer wall, Lute unleashed a massive torrent of cum into Ellen’s cavernous twat. Unlike his other lovers, she had the internal capacity to take a good portion of his jizz inside her pussy. So it wasn’t until he delivered his last big volley that he breached her levee and his seed gushed down onto the toilet seat.

Beyond happy to be reunited, the lovers remained fused together and kissed until they were interrupted by a light rap on the door — the signal from the flight attendant that it was time to wrap things up.

Cleaning themselves off as best they could and then straightening their clothes, the lovers wiped down the cum-covered toilet seat before exiting the plane’s honeymoon suite.

The stewardess greeted them with a mischievous smile from her jump seat, and since no one was around, Ellen leaned over and gave the woman a long kiss on the lips before whispering “Thank you!”

It was morning when they arrived in Honolulu, and Lute and Ellen gathered their bags, picked up their rental convertible and were soon cruising down the coastline to their destination otele gelen escort — a picturesque place owned by some wealthy friends of Ellen’s family who had been encouraging her for years to come stay. It was situated in a small compound of houses spread out along the beach, all with ample privacy and killer views. And though their first inclination was to get naked and fuck for hours, they agreed they had all week for that. So they slipped into their beachwear and walked out to the ocean.

Just as Lute had fantasized, as they strolled hand-in-hand down the beach, Ellen’s tits spilled out of a bikini top, and she had a light wrap-around skirt covering her swimsuit bottoms and curvaceous ass. Since splitting up with Ron, Ellen had joined a gym, gone on a diet, and dropped some of the weight that had gathered in her stomach and ass over the years.

But she thankfully hadn’t lost the full fleshy figure that Lute loved — quite the contrary. With her big tits, round ass and wide-ish hips, she remained every bit the fuckable goddess Lute adored. And that’s how they would spend the rest of their vacation, their bodies only covered as much as local norms required. Which wasn’t much.

Ellen, who had spent most of her life wearing clothes designed to conceal her sizeable assets, now put her womanly curves on full display — any lingering inhibitions melting with each hour they spent in their tropical paradise. And having made a few trips to a tanning salon over the past month, she already had a nice tan going.

For his part, Lute mostly wore baggy swim trunks, with or without a shirt. But on the occasions when Ellen requested, he wore skimpy Speedo trunks in which he arranged his huge package just-so, snaking it up and along the trunk’s waistline, with the contours and bulging veins of his thick ten-inch cock on full display.

Both individually and as a couple, they exuded sex. And everywhere they went they turned heads. Which, to their surprise, they grew to enjoy. Ellen loved the looks women gave Lute when he had on his Speedo, or went commando in a pair of shorts. He received the same kind of lustful attention from ladies that she got from guys when her big bra-less tits were barely covered by some skimpy top that showed her lack of tanlines.

There was a beachfront bar within walking distance of their place, and several afternoons they went there for late afternoon drinks, attired in their scanty beachwear like most of the other patrons. Playing to their newfound exhibitionist roles, they placed a bet on which of them would get the first pass. But to their surprise, the most interesting come-ons they got were from other couples interested in hooking up for a foursome, or single women open to a threesome. As it turns out, swinging sex was popular in that area. And Ellen and Lute discovered they were a prized commodity.

So instead of placing bets, the lovers took note of who they knew wanted to get frisky with them, and then later discussed their prospects, discovering there were a couple possibilities of mutual interest.

When they weren’t in public, and sometimes even when they were, Lute and Ellen couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. And with their general lack of clothing allowing them to easily do so, they were sucking, fucking or canoodling for a good part of each day. And when they were in their house, they were often naked, or close to it — never tiring of seeing the other’s wondrous body.

To Lute’s great pleasure, Ellen had taken to just wearing one of his tank tops around the house. It barely covered her sweet round ass and pussy, whose thick dark bush had received a good trim the week before. While the top’s arm holes hung down far enough to provide Lute a nice side view of her tits. And with Lute packed into his Speedos as he padded around their place, which drove Ellen to constant distraction, the amorous couple kept each other in a high state of erotic alert.

More than once when Ellen was doing something in the kitchen, Lute came up behind her and rubbed his Speedo-encased cock against her ass as he reached around and massaged her big tits through the tank top. This then led to his yanking off his trunks as he pushed her over the kitchen counter and shoved his ever-ready cock into her perfect pussy or ass, fucking her hard and fast until they both wailed and came.

So, with a priority on feeding their sexual desires, a typical day in their paradise usually started when one of them was awakened by the other’s silky tongue sliding in for a round of oral sex. Which then led to the first fuck of the day. Followed by a dip in the ocean, then breakfast on their front veranda surrounded by tropical flowers, then a shower — often in their outdoor one that had a perfect bench in it for shower sex — then off for some sightseeing and adventures.

After lunch, they’d return to their place for a siesta, which usually started or ended with sex, and sometimes both. Then back out to the beach for drinks and relaxing, and then off to a beautiful place for dinner overlooking the ocean.

Some nights they went out dancing after dinner, and others they returned to their place and curled up together on the cushioned veranda furniture. And on one particular night they walked down to the beach side bar where a local reggae band was playing.

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I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had felt me up.

We were in a quiet hallway only feet away people were working and going about their days. The threat of discovery only added to my excitement.

His lips were moving like silk across mine and each of us had our eyes closed. His hands moved silently and with purpose, a purpose that was making me feel so sexy and desirable.

He had strong hands and they moved as if they had minds of their own. Manhandling my small body, they knew all of the right places. At 5.3 and 110 pounds, his 6-foot frame and muscular body virtually hid me from view.

Despite our exposed location, I felt myself melting into his arms. Feeling the strength and power of his body I was totally lost in the moment.

His fingers seemed to materialize inside my slacks, I felt his fingers at the edge of my panties and then moments later they slipped under the elastic and moved towards my warm and increasingly damp little pussy.

One of his fingers moved along the edges of my sex, the roughness of his calloused skin contrasting with the smoothness of my shaved pussy. I inhaled sharply as he parted my folds and my increasing wetness enveloped the length of his finger. His fingers felt electric, the fear of discovery was totally lost in my feelings. Even if I had thought about moving, my feet were stuck to the floor as if encased in concrete.

His free hand cupped one of my breasts through my blouse and bra, gently massaging my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, a moan escaped from my mouth but the sound was lost in his lips and mouth as his tongue explored my lips even more.

Only with the sound of approaching footsteps, did we force ourselves back to reality. I wanted to scream when his finger and hand slipped out of my panties. I secretly smiled when I watched him discreetly lick his finger as an unaware associate moved past us in the quiet hallway. Their only acknowledgement to us was a passing nod as we were forgotten in the next moment by their haste to get their task finished.

His boldness surprised and excited me, although looking back, it should not have surprised me. It seemed like it had only been days since we had first kissed, then like today he had surprised me with his forwardness.

Having been married for more than 25 years with two grown kids and a much older husband, I had gotten used to a life without sex. Doing something like this was so unlike me.

Five years ago, I founded, my own business and through working long hours and good timing, my business had grown to four stores and more than fifty associates. People saw me as strong, dominant, and every inch in control. Everyone except one, someone who is the only person who seems to understand what I secretly desire but have never told anyone else but him.

Although we had kind of flirted back and forth for months, more or less innocently, I had initially never suspected we would be in this position, ever. As the weeks and months passed, I have to admit, the thought of him had been the subject of some increasingly explicit fantasies and masturbating sessions.

It had slowly begun when he had walked into my business and offered his services after being dismissed from my principal competitors almost a year ago. I had heard about him, I knew that he was well thought of, but I really didn’t need someone like him. He was persistent without being annoying. For an older man, he was so unlike my husband. Although younger than my husband, he was still a good ten years older than me. He worked out and was in good shape, it didn’t hurt that he was also attractive, but not necessarily in what most people would call a handsome way.

At first glance, he did not seem to be particularly noteworthy. Most people made that mistake. There was a sense of calm strength about him, the way he talked, and the way he moved. I would like to say I noticed all of those things immediately but that would be lying. We started off with a coffee here and a business lunch there, he was smart and very earnest and only seemed to want to help.

I don’t think he planned on seducing me, at least not in the beginning. He offered lots of good business advice and I began to look forward to our meetings because he was so knowledgeable and helpful. He did odd projects for me and set up my website page. I knew he respected me as a business person and really helped me.

He was also really interested in me, when we talked, seldom did he talk about himself, it was only when I realized later, that despite being surrounded by people all the time that I was lonely and really enjoyed having someone to share my thoughts and ideas with.

I found myself examining him more closely each time we met. His deep blue eyes, his physical condition, the humility and warmth of his personality. He would compliment me and sometimes be embarrassed by his honesty, which I increasingly found very sweet. At some point, he started sending me quotes each morning and we started kızılay escort texting, a first just a few quick notes, but increasingly we would converse more and more. I began to share my thoughts and dreams with him in a way that I could not with anyone else.

I had told him, rather more bluntly than I had planned, that I had many men who were interested in fooling around with me and that I wasn’t looking for that. He seemed a little surprised, but never even raised an eyebrow. Ironically, even as I had said that, part of me was already wondering about him and that is when the secret night dreams had begun.

My staff liked him as well, one of my older female associates, commented on how strong he looked and what a nice ass he had. I was shocked; this woman was in her early sixties and was happily married.

“Mary, what are you doing looking at his ass?” I remember saying with surprise.

“Toni, don’t give me that, I am married, not dead. If my husband had an ass like him, we would still be having sex regularly,” she laughed.

I had seen her husband and he was like most older men, including my own husband. As his gut got bigger his ass got smaller; that wasn’t true about John, he had a flat stomach and an ass that I had thought about holding in my own small hands. I didn’t tell Mary that I had thought about holding more than just his ass.

I remember the first time I touched him. It was an innocent gesture one day over lunch. I had reached out and touched his hand and it was like I had been jolted by electricity. He did not seem to notice, but the feeling of warmth and power was incredible, without it being awkward or uncomfortable he held my hand for several minutes before our server returned.

I knew he was married and through the course of our conversations, I knew that his wife had grown increasingly distant and that their relationship was strained, but because of him losing his job, he was kind of stuck. I told myself that having an affair with a married man was a bad idea, even if I did know how bad his existing relationship was.

I also told myself that there was no harm in having my own fantasies, especially since sex with my own husband was infrequent (hardly ever), unsatisfying (always), and that my only outlet was masturbating (more and more frequently). I kept myself in good shape, exercising regularly and watching what I ate. My little 34B’s were still perky and my ass was still very taught.

After John and I had graduated to business lunches, with him as an unpaid consultant, I had started again to watch what I was wearing. When John first walked into my store, I remembered I had dressed in nice but plain clothes and seldom wore makeup or jewelry. Now, I was wearing just a touch of makeup, I found myself wearing some of my favourite necklaces and bracelets again that I hadn’t worn in years. John always noticed and told me how nice I looked. My husband, if he noticed, never said anything.

Telling myself, “My fantasies are harmless, they are just for me and just about sex,” I found myself lying awake at night masturbating quietly while my husband snored next to me. At first, I just used my fingers to lightly touch my breasts and then to play with my pussy to have small, very quiet orgasms. It was enough, at least in the beginning.

One day, we scored a big sale and without thinking about it, I hugged John. John hugged me back. His size and how solid his body was shocked me and I held him likely longer than what I should have. With my head resting on his chest, I could feel the strength in his body, and I could feel him growing more aroused as his bulge was pressing against my body.

He hadn’t made me feel awkward, only excited. He let me go and as another person wanted to hug me too, and two others as well, no one seemed to notice, but afterwards I glanced at John, and he just smiled at me. My knees almost turned to jelly. That night after working out, I looked down at my body and on a whim, shaved my pussy for the first time in forever.

I had shaved it years ago, when my husband and I had sex regularly, I had loved how sensual it made me feel and I loved the sensation the few times that he had gone down on me. I had really hoped he would like it and let me shave him bare. Unfortunately, my husband thought it was dirty to eat me and would only do it rarely, and as much as I liked being shaved, he did not, he said I should act my age and so eventually I had stopped doing it. Much like I had stopped doing other things that made me feel pretty.

Because of John, those feelings were reawakening, John made me feel pretty, he made me feel important, and he made me feel sexy. That night I had used my long-forgotten vibrator to masturbate and had even used my fingers to play with my ass. The orgasm I had made me whimper, moan, and groan so loud that I thought I would wake up my husband. In the morning, the sheets under my ass were still damp and the kolej escort scent of my orgasm lingered in the morning air. I smiled to myself, but my husband didn’t even notice.

My problem was that my fantasies were now transitioning from occasional nighttime thoughts and playing with myself to daytime interruptions of my day. Increasingly I was wondering how I might satisfy myself at work without alerting my staff.

Without realizing, it happened one day last week, when I had been on a zoom call and it was extremely boring, the meeting chairperson, Jill, had been droning on for what seemed like hours and my interest and concentration were waning.

Absentmindedly, I had started running my hand along the silky material of my slacks. As Jill continued to speak without any regard for her audience, my fingers moved closer to my crotch. Back and forth, lightly tracing small and then larger shapes and circles on my thighs.

Fortunately, the microphone was muted. I inhaled as my touch just grazed the small cleft in my slacks. Through the thin material of my slacks and panties, my finger traced the folds and indentions of my pussy. My breathing became deeper and I struggled to keep my appearance from revealing what I was doing away from the camera. Thoughts of John replaced any attention I had to what Jill was saying.

I imagined John’s fingers were mine, slowly moving around the centre of my body. My breathing started to become more pronounced as the heat and moisture began to build. Despite myself, I closed my eyes, not caring that my monitor still projected my image to the other 50 people in the meeting.

My first finger was now joined by a second as my rubbing started to get more feverish, I had never masturbated at work before and certainly never in a meeting. Another small moan escaped my mouth as my fingers found the nub of my little clitty. It felt like small electric shocks were escaping from between my legs, but far from painful, little waves of pleasure washed against me like the waves from a warm tropical sea.

I lost track of time, it might have been a minute, it might have been 15, the delicious friction felt wonderful, the shocks were becoming closer together and the intensity was lasting much longer now, and my moaning was almost continuous.

“Oh my god,” I gasped as I orgasmed at my desk, my legs and thighs spasmed as the orgasm rumbled through my body making me shiver and shake almost uncontrollably.

My heart was beating incredibly fast and hard, my skin was flushed, and as I became more aware of my surrounding again, I desperately hoped that no one had been paying any attention to me.

My panties were soaked, the moisture and heat from my pussy, seeping even through my slacks and had left a small damp area on my chair as I smiled to myself. Jill continued to drone on and one, no one seemed to have noticed that I had made myself cum, while Jill’s monologue continued.

“Are you okay?” appeared on the private chat line.

I guess someone had noticed that I was behaving differently. “Never better, I am really enjoying this call,” I typed back.

“Really, I think is the most boring meeting yet,” was the response.

“You just need to find a way to keep your hands busy, that’s what I did,” I laughed to myself as I responded.

For the rest of the day, I enjoyed the lingering warmth between my legs and the naughty feeling of having given myself an orgasm at work. I also thought more and more about John, letting my imagination run wild while I finished the day with my brain on “autopilot.”

In my thoughts, I kept being drawn back to the first time John had kissed me. I had finally hired John to work with me as an “official” consultant and then as my General Manager. I had worried about my husband’s reaction, but he didn’t seem to care as his construction business occupied most of his time. The women working in my office, were all happy because they not only saw him as attractive, they knew how hard I was working and had been worried about me. Everyone seemed glad I had someone to help me, especially me.

A little while later, just like with the hugging incident, we had just scored another big sale and without any hesitation, when we got the news, I had hugged John, this time we were the only people in the office. I put my arms around him, letting them rest on his tight curved ass and he held me. We stood like that for an eternity and then I looked up into his blue eyes.

We had been kissing for several minutes before I had even realized it had happened, “Wow can he ever kiss,” I thought to myself afterwards.

Maybe it was because he was the first man, I had kissed romantically other than my husband, but he took my breath away. It was only when we heard the outer door to the office open, that we broke away, thinking back, there was something exciting about almost being caught.

When one of the sales associates came into maltepe escort my office, John answered their questions, I was too flustered and speechless. John had to leave with them, and glanced back at me and smiled.

My fantasies that night rose to a whole new level, I couldn’t wait to go to bed and it seemed to take forever for my husband to fall asleep as my pussy ached to be played with. I masturbated to thoughts about that kiss and what might happen next time and gave myself another powerful orgasm. When I awoke the next morning, my fingers were on my pussy, and I could feel my juices still making my pussy damp.

I never had a chance to be alone with John over the next few days, it was unbearable, to be so close and yet unable to feel those lips or hands on my body. We flirted back and forth using texting, with language at was becoming more and more explicit. We had crossed the innocent flirting bridge and now we were constantly sexting.

Finally, a few days later, we had a chance. There were still tons of people around, but at least we were together. We had been working in my office all afternoon on a new project, it was complicated but very important.

I was frustrated and very tense when we had started shortly after lunch. By three o’clock the problems seemed worse than when we had started, I was almost ready to give up. John stayed calm and moved his chair around the desk so we could work on the problem from my side of the desk together.

I knew John wanted me as much as I wanted him, but instead of focusing on what he wanted, he focused on what was important to me. Knowing he wanted to help, his presence only made calmer, we prioritized each problem and broken them down, one by one. Slowly, each problem fell by the wayside and finally the last one was eliminated, it was only then I looked up and saw the offices were empty.

“What time is it? I asked.

“6:45,” was John’s reply.

“Fuck,” I am going to be late; my husband is expecting me. Tonight of all nights, we were supposed to have plans.

“Call him and say you are going to be another 30 minutes, you work late all the time,” John replied as he stood up behind me.

I started to question why he said 30 minutes, just as he stood up and stood behind me, when I opened my mouth, John put his hands on my neck and slowly started to massage my tense neck muscles.

“John, we don’t have time …” I didn’t get any further than that.

“Toni, relax, you have been tense all afternoon, we solved all the problems, but you are still tight as a drum, besides this will only take a few minutes,” he said in a soothing voice.

I started to object and John said, “Toni, trust me, please.”

Despite all of my fantasies, at some level I knew that I couldn’t be caught with John massaging me. With misgivings I picked up the phone and made the call, it turned out I could only leave a message at home, just as John’s strong hands dug into my muscles. His strong hands rubbed my tight muscles. My husband must have forgotten about the plans.

Just then John’s hands found a very sore spot, “Ooohhh, that’s nice,” I more groaned than said, John was right, I was really tense. The pleasure was overcoming my worry of being caught. Truth being told, just the thought of the risk of being caught started to turn me on.

John knew what he was doing, his fingers and hands were warm and they alternated gently and then roughly kneaded my neck and shoulders. I found the knots in my body very slowly relaxing.

“That’s its Toni, just let the tension out of your body,” John seemed to say inside my head. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes.

I could feel his breathe on the back of my neck and it sent chills down my spine. I had been married for more 25 years and although propositioned many times, I had never given in. Although, I had never met anyone like John. I had never been this close romantically to another man other than my husband in the entire time and I found myself wanting John more and more.

I leaned forward and John’s hands moved further down my back, without really noticing, John pulled me up out of my chair and moved behind me and massaged my lower back. I couldn’t help myself, I couldn’t stop him, nor did I want to stop him.

All his hands did was to make my body relax, from my shoulders, down all of my back, his hands erased all of the tightness and stiffness that I had let accumulate.

Standing behind me, John had moved closer and I was so aware of his proximity that I knew what was coming and I turned and faced him. Looking up into his face, I saw his smile, felt his gaze, and took in his scent. His cologne seemed like a mix of leather and motor oil, a masculine scent, but not overwhelming; confident but not arrogant. His blue eyes seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. I leaned forward and kissed him softly.

Our kiss last only a moment, but the electricity almost made my knees shake again. Our next kiss lasted much longer, his lips on mine only intensified the feeling from the first kiss. Our lips moved as if dancing with each other and I felt his tongue pierce my lips and then explored my mouth and tongue. I have no idea how long we kissed, I just knew I only ever wanted to be kissed like that from now on, with that much passion and energy.

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Il fait sombre et tout est calme, un peu comme une prison où on m’aurait laissée seule. Je suis un peu effrayée. Je me demande ce qui va se passer. Je me demande quand ça va arriver. Menottée au siège, je ne peux pas voir l’heure qu’il est. Tout ce que je sais, c’est que la nuit est tombée et que quelque chose va forcément se produire.

Je suis actuellement sur le dos, sur le dernier siège d’un bus scolaire. Mes mains sont attachées au cadre du siège au-dessus de ma tête et je n’ai plus de vêtements à l’exception de mon chemisier qui était tiré sur mon visage. Après cinq minutes où je me suis retrouvée seule, j’ai remonté mon chemisier pour pouvoir voir. C’était la première fois depuis le début du voyage que mes yeux étaient découverts.

Les gothiques m’ont laissé ici. Lorsque le bus s’est arrêté, ils m’ont dit de me taire et qu’ils allaient revenir, après m’avoir maltraitée et violée durant tout le voyage. J’étais persuadée que le chauffeur du bus me trouverait lorsqu’il vérifierait si tout le monde était descendu. Mais la bande à dû trouver quelque chose pour détourner son attention. J’ai entendu une bousculade devant le bus et le chauffeur et les professeurs ont dû s’en occuper. C’est sûrement mes agresseurs qui ont voulu détourner l’attention.

C’était il y a plus de trente minutes. Enfin je suppose qu’il s’est passé environ ce temps-là. Depuis je suis seule. J’ai essayé pendant un moment de crocheter la serrure des menottes, mais je n’y suis pas arrivée. De toute façon, je n’ai même pas d’épingle ou de pince à cheveux pour m’aider, donc c’était une mauvaise idée. Et je ne suis pas assez forte physiquement pour le briser.

Puis je commence à penser et je me demande si la cause pour laquelle je ne suis pas encore sortie d’ici n’est pas le fait que je ne le veuille pas. Après tout, je suis la fille la plus intelligente de l’université, la première en presque tout. Quelqu’un d’aussi intelligent que moi devrait pouvoir trouver un moyen de me sortir de là. Et puis je pourrais crier, ça me sauverait.

Alors pourquoi? Ils ont profité de moi et ils m’ont maltraitée pendant des heures. Pourquoi j’apprécierais ça? Peut-être parce que j’aime ces sensations, la sensation d’être désirée, la sensation d’être humiliée, la sensation d’être vue seulement comme un objet sexuel plutôt qu’une personne. J’ai tellement ressenti de choses que ça a déclenché un éveil sexuel en moi. Je vois tout différemment maintenant.

Après tout ce qu’ils m’ont fait, je ne vois pas ce qu’ils peuvent encore faire. J’ai tellement été humiliée et abusée par ces salauds que je suis sûr qu’ils ne peuvent rien imaginer de plus. Quand ils reviendront ils auront sûrement des vêtements et même s’ils veulent encore me baiser, ensuite ils me laisseront partir. Nous partirons chacun de notre côté et ce sera seulement une mauvaise aventure, une aventure que je ne raconterai jamais. Et même s’ils se vantent, personne ne les croira.

– Hé ringarde, on t’a manqué?

J’entends une voix traînante. Mon cœur se serre quand je reconnais celle de Paul, le chef du groupe de gothiques. Puis j’entends les pas du groupe qui monte dans le bus vide. Je baisse mon chemisier pour qu’il recouvre à nouveau mon visage et pour qu’ils croient que je ne l’ai pas touché tout ce temps.

– Quelqu’un a envie de baiser la chatte de cette ringarde? Demande Paul en bafouillant?

C’est alors que je sens quelque chose qui m’effraie. Je sens l’odeur de l’alcool, du whisky sûrement.Ils ont dû boire. Mon Dieu, ils sont ivres!

La même peur qu’au début du voyage quand j’ai compris qu’ils étaient drogués, me reprend. Je suis terrifiée. Cela signifie pour moi qu’ils peuvent être dangereux. On ne pense pas correctement lorsqu’on est ivre. En vérité, on est complètement désinhibé.

– No… Non… Bafouillé-je.

Je suis gelée de peur. L’odeur du whisky devient plus forte. Le groupe braille et crie comme s’ils revenaient d’une fête. Ils sont vraiment excités.

– J’ai pensé que tu aimerais savoir… Commence Paul en s’approchant de moi à l’arrière du bus.

J’entends les autres s’asseoir sur les sièges voisins. Je peux juste voir leurs contours à travers le tissu de mon chemisier, mais je ne sais pas s’ils sont tous là.

– Nous avons abandonné le groupe alors qu’ils restaient assis pour écouter un guide ennuyeux. Et nous avons trouvé une bouteille… Alors nous avons fait la fête tout seuls. Dit Paul.

Les autres approuvent. Ils continuent de crier et brailler . Je comprends qu’ils ont bien bu.

– Et… Nous avons pensé à toi! Déclare Jessica qui est assise sur le siège en face de moi.

Les autres rient, mais leurs rires sont différents, plus maléfiques et vicieux. J’ai l’impression que je vais encore subir des choses ignobles.

– Je… Je ne dirais rien à personne… Si vous me laissez partir. Dis-je en tremblant.

Encore une fois, les rires retentissent. Puis ils commencent à se moquer de gaziosmanpaşa escort moi.

– Oh chérie, laisse-moi t’aider! Je n’arrive pas à croire qu’on t’ait laissé comme ça! Dit l’autre fille, Lynn.

Elle se déplace pour attraper mon chemisier sur mon visage. Elle soulève le bas et le tire sur mon nez pour découvrir ma bouche. Ensuite, je sens du liquide versé sur ma figure. Il entre dans ma bouche. Immédiatement je tousse en en avalant un peu par accident. Et tout de suite le liquide me brûle. C’est du whisky qu’ils me versent dans la bouche. J’essaie de fermer celle-ci et de bouger ma tête pour les empêcher de faire. Alors l’alcool se répand sur ma figure, sur mon nez et sur le siège. Je tousse davantage. Et le groupe continue de rire.

Une main me saisit le menton et maintient ma tête droite. Ça dit être la main de Paul, car elle est ferme et elle me fait un peu mal, comme si on me disait de me tenir tranquille. Ses ongles s’enfoncent dans mes joues comme s’il voulait les transpercer. Je comprends son message et j’arrête de me débattre.

– Écoute l’intello! Tu vas ouvrir la bouche et boire. Sinon on mettra la bouteille dans un autre orifice et on te soûlera de cette façon. Compris? Dit Paul méchamment.

Auparavant il me paraissait simplement méchant, mais là il est carrément diabolique. J’ai l’impression qu’il préférerait que je n’obéisse pas pour pouvoir me faire du mal.

J’ai peur et je tremble. Alors j’ouvre la bouche pour montrer que je vais boire. Bien sûr, le groupe continue de rire. On commence immédiatement à verser l’alcool dans ma bouche. Seulement cette fois, ils le versent lentement. Je me dis qu’ils ne vont pas en mettre beaucoup, mais au lieu de ça, ils remplissent presque entièrement ma bouche de whisky.

Puis ils s’arrêtent et je suis obligée d’avaler. L’envie de recracher et de tousser est forte, d’autant plus que cet alcool est tellement fort qu’il me pique les yeux. Mais, petit à petit, j’avale en ayant l’impression de subir une torture. Bien sûr, les gothiques se moquent de moi pendant que j’avale, jusqu’à ce que l’un d’eux, probablement Paul, me ferme la bouche pour me forcer à avaler le reste.

Je sais que l’alcool n’agit pas aussi vite, mais j’ai l’impression d’être instantanément ivre. Mes sensations sont maintenant un peu émoussées, mais amplifiées. Mon corps est plus détendu et je suis encore plus effrayée. Je n’ai jamais bu autant d’alcool en une seule fois, c’est une expérience nouvelle pour moi. Étrangement je commence à me sentir heureuse.

– Bonne fille! Dit Paul en lâchant mon menton.

Mon visage est couvert de whisky alors que je commence à en ressentir les effets. Je comprends qu’ils voulaient me faire boire, car ils restent assis et ils attendent. Ils pensent sûrement que je serai plus facilement contrôlable.

– Vas-y! Dit Paul alors que ma tête devient de plus en plus légère.

A ce moment je me prépare à ce que l’un des gars passe entre mes jambes ou s’approche de mon visage pour me baiser. Mais rien ne se passe. Je sens un peu de mouvements, mais pas beaucoup. Avec mon chemisier sur les yeux et l’obscurité dans le bus, je ne peux pas voir grand-chose. Je n’ai aucune idée de ce qui se passe.

C’est alors que quelqu’un touche mes menottes. En même temps, j’entends des petits cliquetis, des bruits de métal contre métal. Puis c’est un nouveau son : Une des menottes qui s’ouvre. Ce n’est pas celle que j’ai au poignet donc ce doit être celle qui était fixée au cadre du siège. Je bouge alors mon bras gauche et je m’aperçois qu’il n’est plus attaché au siège. Je peux enfin le bouger librement.

Les bruits continuent et je comprends que l’on me libère complètement des menottes. Un peu ivre, je me maudis d’avoir pensé qu’ils allaient me faire quelque chose de pire que ce qu’ils ont déjà fait. Il est clair qu’ils me libèrent. Ils doivent aussi avoir des vêtements pour moi. Après tout, si cette histoire se sait, ils risquent la prison.

Mon autre main est alors détachée du cadre du siège. Mes bras sont complètement libérés. J’ai toujours les menottes aux poignets, mais je ne suis plus attachée au siège. La joie m’envahit, mais je suis aussi un peu triste que cela se termine enfin.

– Assieds-toi ringarde! Commande Paul.

Lentement, car mon corps est endolori après tout ce qu’il a subi, je m’assois. Je m’attends un peu à ce que quelqu’un me gifle ou claque mes seins, mais non. Ils restent et me regardent m’asseoir. Le monde tourne un peu autour de moi. Je ressens de plus en plus les effets de l’alcool.

– Regarde! Dit Paul à l’un de ses amis.

Je ne comprends pas. Est-ce qu’il parle de moi. Regardez quoi? Regardez mon corps pour voir s’ils l’ont abîmé? Ah oui, peut-être pour voir s’il n’y a personne dans les parages.

– Non, il n’y a personne dans le coin. Répond une voix masculine un peu plus tard. Et quelques instants après une voix féminine confirme, comme s’ils n’avaient gölbaşı escort pas cru la première personne.

– Debout l’intello! Ordonne Paul.

Il m’attrape par le bras et me tire sur mes pieds. En réaction, je fais ce qu’il veut et je me lève. C’est la première fois depuis que je suis montée dans ce bus. Ce faisant, je suis consciente que mes seins se balancent et pendent. J’avais oublié qu’ils étaient attachés avec mon cordon USB. Je ressens la douleur dans ma poitrine quand elle bouge. Mes seins sont gonflés maintenant.

– Mets tes mains dans le dos et ne bouge pas! Ordonne Paul.

Je rougis. C’est complètement idiot, mais de me sentir debout et nue devant eux m’humilie à nouveau. J’ai l’impression qu’ils détaillent tous mon corps nu pour la première fois, alors que je suis nue depuis longtemps.

L’alcool ne fait qu’amplifier l’humiliation de ma soumission. Il rend les picotements de plaisir plus intenses qu’ils ne le sont. J’ai l’impression de lâcher prise. Ces picotements deviennent plus fort lorsque je mets lentement mes deux mains derrière mon dos comme il me l’a ordonné. Les menottes pendent.

– Avance!

Des mains se posent sur mes épaules pour me pousser et me tirer. On me sort du siège et on me pousse dans l’allée du bus. Ils sont si brutaux que je manque de tomber. J’arrive à me rattraper, mais je trouve que mes jambes flageolent. Je ne sais pas si c’est à cause du whisky ou du nombre de fois où j’ai été baisée, mais mes jambes sont fatiguées. Je sais que je ne risque pas de courir de sitôt.

Une fois que je me suis stabilisée, je commence à marcher. Je tourne un peu mon corps sur le côté alors que je me déplace dans l’allée du bus. Tandis que je marche pieds nus, je me demande ce qu’ils ont encore pu planifier. S’ils avaient des vêtements pour moi, ils me les auraient déjà donnés, non? Mais après tout, ils sont ivres, donc ils m’emmènent peut-être où sont les habits.

Il me faut de l’aide pour descendre les marches du bus, car l’obscurité et le tissu sur mes yeux m’empêchent de voir. Des mains m’attrapent par-derrière et m’aide à descendre jusqu’à ce que je sente l’herbe sous mes pieds.

L’air frais de la nuit enveloppe mon corps complètement nu. La sensation est si étrange et intense que j’ai le souffle coupé. Puis je réalise. Et si des gens me voient comme ça? Je suis dehors, nue! Vraiment dehors, à l’extérieur! Et si ces salauds voulaient m’exhiber à d’autres? Je tends l’oreille et comme il n’y a pas de bruits, je me dis que ce n’est pas ça.

– Bouge! Dit Paul en me poussant dans le dos alors que les autres descendent du bus.

Effrayée, je commence à marcher dans la direction où il me pousse. Je garde mes mains dans mon dos comme ils le veulent et je suis très consciente de la façon dont mes gros seins nus se balancent. Ils bougent tellement que je me dis que ça doit en être comique.

– Regardez ces grosses mamelles se balancer! Dit l’un des gars.

Les autres rient. Mon visage rougit en voyant que je n’ai pas été la seule à le remarquer. Je n’ai jamais marché avec mes seins libres, donc la sensation est étrange.

– Fermez vos gueules! Ordonne Paul.

Je comprends alors qu’il est inquiet que quelqu’un puisse les voir. En réalisant cela, je me mords les lèvres en pensant que je pourrais crier à l’aide, que quelqu’un m’entende et qu’ils aient ce qu’ils méritent ces salauds.

Mais j’oublie cette idée en réfléchissant à ce que ça signifierait pour moi. Si je crie et que j’attire l’attention de quelqu’un, tout le monde saura que j’ai été violée. Et pire, toutes les choses que j’ai dû faire, comme lécher la chatte d’une fille, se sauraient, sans parler que l’on me verrait nue. Après tout, mon avenir est prometteur. J’ai juste besoin de survivre à cette épreuve et tout ira bien. Je suis quand même la première de l’université.

Ils me font marcher et marcher, mes seins rebondissant, car je ne peux les empêcher. Aucun des membres de la bande ne dit quelque chose alors que nous avançons. S’ils le font c’est en chuchotant ou en gloussant sans que je puisse vraiment entendre. En marchant, j’essaie de comprendre où ils m’emmènent. J’ai de l’herbe sous les pieds et non du béton, donc nous ne nous dirigeons pas vers l’hôtel où ils doivent dormir. Il y a peu de lumière donc nous ne sommes pas dans une zone habitée.

– Ici! Dit Soudainement Paul.

Des mains me saisissent par les épaules et me tournent légèrement vers la droite avant de me pousser à nouveau. J’entends des ricanements, mais je continue à marcher. Je réfléchis au fait que je garde toujours mes mains derrière moi. Et je me demande pourquoi? Est-ce que ça fait une différence? C’est encore une de leurs méthodes pour me contrôler et m’humilier. Et je leur donne le pouvoir de le faire. Pourquoi je laisse faire?

Cette pensée me donne l’envie de crier à l’aide. Je pourrais crier jusqu’à ce que quelqu’un vienne. Et quand il arriverait, les flics suivraient keçiören escort peu après. Des images des gothiques pris en photo au poste de police apparaissent dans ma tête. Je glousse intérieurement. Je les vois effrayés alors qu’ils vont aller en prison avec de vrais délinquants, hommes et femmes, et qu’ils vont ressentir les mêmes choses que ce qu’ils m’ont fait.

Mais encore une fois, je vois aussi l’article de presse avec ma photo de fin d’étude, article expliquant tout ce qui m’est arrivé, que j’ai laissé le groupe me violer encore et encore. Certains diraient sûrement que j’en ai profité aussi, car j’ai joui plusieurs fois. Et puis chaque fois que quelqu’un me chercherait sur Google, il apprendrait cette histoire qui me suivrait partout. Alors je me tais et marche.

Bientôt je sens du béton sous mes pieds. Puis des rainures. Je pense que je suis sur un trottoir, car les rainures sont espacées régulièrement. J’essaie de distinguer l’endroit où ils m’ont amenée, mais avec mon chemisier sur les yeux, je ne vois que des contours.

– Arrête-toi! Commande Paul.

J’obéis, ivre. Je ressens vraiment les effets de l’alcool maintenant et j’ai l’impression que mon esprit est au ralenti. Il me faut beaucoup plus de temps que d’habitude pour arriver à construire une pensée cohérente, ce qui n’est pas bien. D’un autre côté, j’apprécie cette sensation, car je ne m’inquiète pas comme d’habitude de chaque petite chose. Quand j’essaie de penser, j’entends les battements de mon cœur.

Des mains se posent sur mes épaules à nouveau et on me tourne. Puis on me tire en arrière. Je les laisse faire et les picotements dus à ma soumission augmentent encore plus. J’ai presque envie de sourire tellement c’est vicieux ce qu’ils me font, mais aussi presque excitant.

Je dois admettre que j’aime ça. Aussi bizarre que cela puisse paraître, j’aime qu’ils me traitent ainsi. Que suis-je? Je ne suis pas vraiment sûre. Une soumise? Une esclave sexuelle? Je ne sais pas. Mais j’ai apprécié qu’ils me fassent parader nue, avec mes gros nichons d’intello à la vue de tous. A ce moment je dois m’empêcher de rire, car je n’ai jamais fait auparavant référence à mes seins en les traitant de « gros nichons d’intello ». C’est sûrement l’alcool qui me fait parler comme ça.

Je sens alors que mes mains sont soulevées en l’air. Des personnes de chaque côté saisissent mes bars et les soulèvent vers le haut. Encore une fois, je me laisse faire , car je n’ai aucune idée de ce qu’ils veulent. Ils sont rapides, pressés. J’essaie de voir derrière le tissu de mon chemisier, mais il fait trop sombre.

Finalement, je me demande pourquoi ils lèvent mes bras et je commence à paniquer. J’ai toujours les menottes. Avant que je puisse réagir ou bouger, j’entends le cliquetis qui verrouille les menotte. J’essaie alors de tire un coup sec avec mes deux mains, mais je m’aperçois qu’elles sont attachées en l’air.

Je tire encore et encore, mais mes bras sont maintenus en l’air et écartés. Quand je tire, j’entends un son métallique qui me permet de dire qu’ils ont attaché les menottes à une barre en fer. Alors que je continue à essayer de me libérer, j’entends le groupe de gothiques ricaner et rire. J’ai l’impression qu’ils ne se soucient plus de faire du bruit. Et ils ne se soucient pas du bruit que je peu faire en essayant de m’échapper.

Puis mon chemisier qui couvrait ma tête depuis le début est soudainement arraché. En un instant, le monde se présente à moi. Il tourne un peu et mes cheveux partent dans tous les sens. Je vois devant moi les cinq gothiques. Ils sont tous debout avec un grand sourire sur leur visage. Je vois les trois garçons et les deux filles. L’une d’elle porte mon sac à dos.

En levant les yeux, je vois que mes mains sont menottées à une barre métallique au-dessus de ma tête. Elle est maintenue par deux poteaux en bois de chaque côté. Je regarde alors tout autour pour voir où je suis. Au début, je pense qu’il s’agit d’un simple terrain de jeu dans un parc, mais ce n’est pas ça. Il y a un chemin qui traverse le parc et des petits arrêts de temps en temps sur les côtés. Mais il n’y a pas d’équipements de terrain de jeu.

Finalement je comprends. c’est une sorte de parcours de santé. Les gens peuvent courir sur le sentier et ils peuvent s’arrêter pour faire de la musculation. Je vois un arrêt avec des marches en métal. j’en vois un autre avec une barre qui doit servir pour les étirements. Et la barre au-dessus de ma tête doit servir à faire des tractions avec les bras.

– Comment se passe ta soirée, ringarde? Demande Paul.

Ils rigolent tous comme s’il s’agissait d’une bonne blague. Bizarrement le fait qu’ils voient mon visage me fait reculer. J’ai l’impression d’être un super-héros dont on vient de découvrir les faiblesses secrètes. Je ne peux rien faire d’autre que de tourner le tête pour qu’ils ne voient plus mon visage embarrassé alors que je suis nue et sans défense.

– Bel endroit, n’est-ce pas? Demande Paul aux autres.

Ils acquiescent tous en se moquant de moi. A tour de rôle ils parlent et ils soulignent ce qu’ils trouvent agréable : La nuit douce, l’aménagement du parcours de santé, le fait que le parc soit vide.

– S’il vous plaît… Laissez-moi partir. Je ne dirai à personne ce qui s’est passé… Jamais… Dis-je d’une voix faible tout en refusant de les regarder.

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