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This story (and further chapters) includes the following: Excessive cum, dick size, exaggerated emotions, teacher/student, student/student, public, and threesome.

Summary: Yin, a new college student in the middle of her first year, is playful and confident. She goes around school finding joy in knowing that all the guys around her want her, even the guys that she shouldn’t have that kind of relationship with. Luckily for them, Yin isn’t one to shy away and instead loves to experience that type of pleasure.

Note: If you enjoy this story and any of my other stories, please leave a comment and a rating. If you’d like to leave feedback with what you’d like to see, what you enjoyed specifically, and what suggestions you have, I’d greatly appreciate it. If you’d like to see more chapters of this, please let me know.

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I groaned audibly as I stretched in my bed, slowly opening my eyes, as the sunlight bled through the curtains and shined onto my face. I cursed in my head thinking how it was already time to get up and start the day when it felt like I had barely gotten any sleep. It’s not my fault though, it’s hard enough trying to balance school and work but on top of that I also have to go to my lengthy swim practices and tournaments.

Laying there, I let the sun shine over me for a while longer until finally I decided to actually get out of bed. The blanket slipped off of me as I got up out of bed, leaving my naked body exposed in my room, immediately I felt the cool and refreshing breeze blowing from my air vents. The cool breeze caused me to shudder a bit and I quickly stepped towards my closet to grab some clothes.

As I shuffled through the drawers and looked through my clothes that were hanging neatly, I quickly picked out an outfit to get Çanakkale Escort me through the hot summer day. My outfit was simple, a matching pair of black lingerie and a tight white cotton dress that hugged my body nicely. The dress was just long enough to cover my butt but didn’t go much further after that and wrapped around my chest firmly.

After some small adjustments to my outfit to get it to be comfortable, I walked in front of my large mirror and looked at myself up and down. The dress was slightly see-through and anyone could make out the color of my underwear and it hugged my body nicely, showing off my skinny but toned figure. I had to admit, I did like showing my body off, I exercised nearly every day and showing my body off with revealing clothes like this was one way to show it.

An hour later, I finished getting ready and packed my bag that I’ll be taking with me which contained my bikini for swim practice and gym clothes. I looked at my clock and realized that I was running late and quickly grabbed my bag and ran out of my dorm room, forgetting to lock the door behind me. Luckily, my class was only about two blocks away from my dorm and I could easily run that distance.

Running past other students, I noticed lots of guys staring at me and locking their eyes on me. My chest was bouncing up and down as I ran and my dress was slowly hiking itself up, revealing the lower portion of my butt. I tried to pull the dress back down but inevitably I’m sure some guys got a lucky peek at me, it didn’t bother me much though, it actually did the opposite and turned me on a little. I enjoyed the idea that lots of guys thought I was attractive and I was confident that most guys would jump at the opportunity to get in bed with me.

Finally Çanakkale Escort Bayan reaching class, I adjusted my hair one last time and pulled my dress back down before heading inside. Cutting it close with only a few minutes to spare I found my seat towards the back of the class just as the professor came in and started his lecture. In class, I sat with my knees together and found that my professor would occasionally glance towards me a little longer than normal and would noticeably look down towards under my table before looking away.

I felt playful and wanted to give my professor something better to look at. Slowly, I opened my legs and gave him something to really look at. Giving him a seductive smile, he stuttered on his words during his lecture and quickly looked away when he saw me looking at him. For a few minutes, he continued to look at me more and I decided to up the game. I looked around and made sure that no one was looking, except for him of course, and I skillfully slipped off my panties and threw them into my bag, leaving my bare slit in full view of him.

Feeling a warmth between my legs, I could tell I was turned on from my little teasing game. I reached down discreetly with two fingers and slid up and down my wet slit. A jolt of pleasure continued to shoot up my spine as my fingers danced around down there. Meanwhile, the professor at this point was pretty much just staring at me without any hesitation, our eyes followed each other as he continued speaking and my fingers continued to give him a show.

Looking down at him, without stopping my fingers, I noticed there was a bulge forming through his pants that wasn’t noticeable unless you were looking for it. My mind filled with thoughts about what his Escort Çanakkale cock would look like, how it would feel inside me, the throbbing sensation as he pumped hard inside of me, and how much of a hot sticky mess he would make of me, his beautiful young student. The thought of it all only turned me on even more and I rubbed around my clit faster. I looked back up into his eyes and rubbed myself faster, the pleasure almost too much for me to handle.

Finally, the wave of pleasure exploded throughout my body and I came. My knees closed together, trapping my hand between my thighs, my eyes rolled up into my head slightly, and my mouth opened wide as I held back my moan. I gently continued to rub up and down my slit as my climax slowly subsided. After it all disappeared, I held up my hand in front of my face and spread my two fingers apart, creating a web between the two from my juices. I opened my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out and put my fingers inside, licking off the mess I made. For the rest of the class, the professor would glance towards me every so often and I would be sitting there already smiling at him innocently with my legs open.

At the end of the class, I crossed my legs and remained seated as the other students left the class. Some of the boys would stare up at me as they headed out the door and I could only imagine how they would react if they got the same show the professor did. Once all the other students left and it was just the professor and myself left, I uncrossed my legs and stood up. The professor stood there in shock and watched me as I walked to the front of the class.

“Yin… What was that?” My professor asked as I got close to him.

“It was just a show.” I said innocently and pretending to be clueless.

I purposely walked right in front of him and grazed his bulge that was dying to just break free from his zipper and without stopping I headed towards the door. As I reached the door, I looked back at him from over my shoulder and smiled.

“Sorry, I left a little mess at my seat.” I said and then headed out the door.

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Her plane taxied in at 11:47.

Scott watched his nineteen-year-old daughter hurry down the ramp with all the other arrivals. God, he’d forgotten how beautiful she was, svelte and blonde. Her mom’s Swedish genes.

“Marnie!”

Her brown eyes–Scott’s contribution to her genetics–lit up. “Dad!”

“Hey, sweetie, it’s been a while.”

Marnie laughed and hugged him. “You ready to party?”

“Always, baby girl. Did you finally decide on a swimsuit?”

“Brought all three,” she said wryly.

Scott’s thoughts drifted back to that morning. He’d woken up to pictures of his daughter in three different bikinis accompanied by a text that read: which one do you like best? Why would she send him those pictures at 2:35 in the morning, knowing he’d wake up to her bare ass hanging out of a black thong bikini? Freaking out, he’d paused to masturbate a little before freaking out again.

Not that he’d masturbated to his daughter’s photos. They just happened to be open on his phone while he took care of his morning wood, tugging his cock fully awake, stroking its thick, throbbing length until he blew.

The white bikini flattered her figure, but the black was his favorite. It gave her an adorable little camel toe that he’d love to lick up and down and all around, first over her bikini bottom, then on her bare–

Well, not hers. A different girl. Marnie’s age, but not Marnie. Although, how good would it feel to bury his turgid cock deep in a pussy he–

Play it cool. He glanced at Marnie as he walked her to his car, saw her smile warmly at him.

God, this weekend was going to be torture.

…

“Well, we’re home,” Scott said, opening the door for Marnie. “I cleaned your room out so you can settle right in.”

“Thank god,” she moaned. “I’m exhausted.” She glanced down at her phone. “Jesus, I can’t believe it’s already one in the morning.”

“Doesn’t help that we stopped for French fries and shakes on the way.”

“I’m gonna change into my pjs. Is it ok if I smoke out back?”

“You smoke now?”

“Weed,” she said with a shrug. “For anxiety. I have a prescription you can check, dad.”

Scott shook his head. “No need. I was gonna go smoke out by the pool myself. Helps with the leg pain.”

Marnie began to dig through her suitcase. “Your legs are still hurting? I thought they were all healed up. It’s been three months.”

“Yeah, well, muscles atrophy when you can’t walk for six weeks. I have a masseuse but she’s been out of town the past month.”

“That’ll teach you to freeclimb Half Dome. You’re lucky you only made it twenty feet before you fell.”

“Hey, I landed weird.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m changing. Then we can go smoke.” Marnie gave him a secretive look and muttered, “I managed to slip some matanuska thunder fuck through TSA.”

“Well then. It’s a date.”

Marnie shooed him away. “Go.”

They both climbed the stairs. Scott turned right and Marnie went left. On a whim, Scott left his door slightly ajar and slipped out of his clothes. Through the crack in the door, he could see into Marnie’s room. She’d left her door open too. He watched as she pulled her shirt over her head, mouth going dry when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.

He saw the soft, pale curves of her breasts, caught a glimpse of her small, pink nipples before she slipped into an oversized t-shirt. Her leggings came off, baring her legs, but the shirt covered everything else.

Marnie pulled on the shortest pair of shorts Scott had ever seen and glanced his way. He ducked behind the door.

“You ready, dad?”

“Yup!” Scott came out of his room in his usual nightly attire: loose boxers and a cotton undershirt.

“Hey,” Marnie greeted him.

Up close, he could see the points of her nipples poking through her shirt. He wanted to roll those between his fingers.

She popped open a bright green plastic tube and pulled two joints from inside. “Here.”

Scott took the joint she offered with a nod. “Come on. Let’s go outside.”

They sat by the pool and watched airplanes circling in their traffic patterns like hawks. Scott let his feet dangle Burdur Escort in the cool water. Marnie sat cross-legged beside him and lit her joint first, then his.

“Thanks.” Scott took a drag and sighed out a billow of smoke. “Hey, that’s not bad.”

Marnie smiled at him. “Right?” She shifted a little. Scott’s eyes dropped down to her shorts. He froze for a moment.

Her shorts had gapped, leaving most of her pussy on full display, bare skin tinted blue in the light from the pool. Did she shave or wax? And why did she do it? Was his little girl having sex? How did those pussy lips feel stretched around a fat cock?

Oh dear god, what was he thinking?

“What?” Marnie cocked her head with a curious smile and blew out a stream of smoke.

“Oh, nothing.” Scott hastily glanced away, shifting to hide the bulge that had begun to grow in the front of his boxers. “Damn, this is strong stuff.”

“I told you so.”

They smoked in companionable silence. Scott looked at her from time to time, appreciating the shape of her body, the beautiful young woman she’d become. Fatherly pride wasn’t the only thing that swelled in him, especially when he caught her sneaking furtive glances at him as well.

No. No. No. That was his imagination. He was high. He was so fucking high.

“Let’s go inside,” he said. “I’m getting chilly.”

“Yep.” Marnie ground out her joint and flicked it in the trash as she walked inside.

Scott followed, groaning a little at the sharp pain in his feet, like they’d fallen asleep.

She turned. “You all right?”

“Yeah.” He slid the backdoor closed. “My legs are just acting up a little, that’s all.”

“Well why don’t I massage them?”

“What?” Scott laughed in disbelief, but his dick twitched eagerly at the thought.

“You said your masseuse is out of town. I’ll be your masseuse.”

“Sweetie, I…”

“Come on. You won’t sleep well if they hurt tonight, and then we won’t be able to do anything fun tomorrow.”

She made a good, rational case. “You’re right, honey. There’s almond oil on the bathroom counter.”

“Ok, I gotta pee anyway.”

Scott lay facedown on his bed and listened to Marnie just down the hall. Soon she’d join him, touch him. God, the anticipation nearly killed him.

“Couldn’t find almond, but I found coconut.”

“That works.”

“All right, let’s start with those feet.” Her hands, warm and soft, squeezed his foot.

“Ohh,” Scott groaned. “That’s good.”

“Close your eyes. Relax.”

He melted in her hands, lost in each long, firm stroke. First just his feet. Then his calves. Then up his thighs, just to the hem of his boxers.

“You’re really good at this, sweetie.”

“It’s helping?”

“Oh, it’s helping.”

She pushed her hands up his legs, bending over him, breasts brushing against his feet with each stroke.

Suddenly, Marnie slapped his ass cheeks.

He let out a startled yelp. “What was that?”

“Sorry,” she giggled. “Look who’s spanking who now.”

His cock throbbed between him and the bed. “Come on, Marnie, knock it off.”

“Ok, ok. Roll over, let’s get the front.”

Hesitantly, Scott rolled, hastily covering the damp spot on the front of his boxers with a pillow. “Do your worst.”

Again, Marnie started low and worked her way up, each stroke higher than the last, until she began to push his boxers up. It was all he could do to keep himself from moaning. Her fingers climbed up and gave him a little tickle at the top of his hips. She did this a couple of times.

Dear God, he couldn’t take it. He shifted a little. The next time her hands glided up his thigh, she brushed the tip of his cock.

A moment’s hesitation, then she quickly retreated. It took all his willpower not to react, to pretend nothing had happened. He wanted to see if she would reach up again now that she knew his cock was there.

Her next few strokes went no higher than his knees, but then, slow and creeping, she eased her hands up into his boxers to see if it was still there. His cock was, in fact, still there. She lingered curiously for a moment, Burdur Escort Bayan capturing the head of his cock between her fingertips. A slow retreat, like she regretted it, but then her hands slipped back up again. She brushed her thumb over him, spreading a bead of precum over his tip.

“Marnie–” Scott moaned, a half-hearted attempt to stop her.

Marnie snapped out of it and went back to before, just below the knees.

But Scott had felt her touch him more than once, purposefully, and that ate away at what little willpower he had left. Some part of her wanted him, and he was too high to feel guilty for wanting her too.

Marnie looked up as the pillow came off, displaying his tented boxers and the shiny purple head that peeked through the gap.

“Dad! Are you hard?” She was both shocked and thrilled. She hadn’t expected to push him this far, but teasing was about to turn into something much less innocent.

“It’s nothing.” Scott slipped his hand in his boxers, covering himself, adjusting. “It happens all the time during my massages, it just means you’re doing a good job. It has nothing to do with attraction.”

Marnie glanced down at his boxers again and noticed he wasn’t adjusting himself, he was stroking himself.

But she didn’t stop her massage. Flushed and flustered, she rubbed his legs for what felt like years before she let her hands climb his legs and tease the hem of his boxers. She looked up at him, her lower lip caught in her teeth.

Smiling, Scott slowly moved his hand. Once more, that purple head poked through.

Marnie teased his boxers open and slipped his cock out. It stood stiffly at attention just inches from her lips.

“Did mom ever blow you?”

Scott almost choked. “No.”

“Did anybody?”

“Closest I ever got was the shop vac.”

“Well…” Marnie laughed and stroked him gently. “Let me fix that for you.”

Her breath was warm and moist on his cock as she bent over him, flicking her hair back. She teased him with a few light, almost imperceptible kisses, laughing softly when his cock twitched. Then, a playful lick.

“Ok,” he let out a nervous laugh. “I think we’re getting a little too deep here.”

Marnie stroked his hard, fat cock. “I don’t think we’ve gone deep enough.”

“Marnie…” he said, like he wanted her to stop, but he didn’t stop her.

She popped him in her mouth and sucked gently. Her tongue stroked the cleft under the head of his cock, tickled the little slit at the tip.

“Ohh, Marnie.” Scott reached down, his hand tangling in her hair. When she tried to sit up, he held her down. “No, no, no, don’t stop, baby girl. Just a little more.”

“Mmm,” she moaned, eagerly working his shaft with her mouth and her hand.

Scott began to thrust, slow and shallow at first, deeper with every stroke. “Oh god, we shouldn’t be–oh! Oh!”

Before he knew it she was taking his cock down her throat with wet gulps. That was his daughter. Those were his daughter’s full lips stretched around his cock. He was inside her, penetrating her, making her his until she gladly let him empty his hot load deep inside her.

“Oh my god, ohh my god, Marnie…”

She popped off him with a gasping laugh, pushing her hair back and grinning at him. “So how was your first blowjob, daddy?”

“Wow. Baby, it was incredible, but… I can’t believe we just did that, I mean, you’re my–“

“But you liked it,” she interrupted.

“Yes,” he admitted, tugging on himself a little. “I haven’t cum like that in years.”

Marnie tickled the inside of his thigh. “Think you have another in you?”

“I don’t know, but… I could try.”

“No rush. We’ve got tomorrow. And the next day. And the next. All summer.”

“You mean, you want more?” Scott asked in surprise. “You’re not just high?”

“Daddy, why do you think I came home this summer? I had an offer to work up at the school library this summer, but I came home instead.” She gave him a quick kiss. “So we could do exactly this.”

“God, I want to fuck you.”

“Tomorrow.” She rose and started to slide out of bed.

He Escort Burdur grabbed her by the wrist. “You’re sleeping here tonight.”

…

She woke with her daddy’s arms around her and a fat, stiff cock pressed against her ass.

“Morning, baby girl,” Scott murmured in her ear, his breath hot, lips soft on her neck. “You weren’t just teasing last night, were you?”

Marnie rolled to look at him. “Daddy, I wouldn’t tease about something like this.” She kissed him, feeling his lips wake to meet hers. “Mm,” she moaned into his mouth, greeting his tongue eagerly with her own.

Their lips glided together, tongues tangling. Scott pulled back long enough to tear Marnie’s clothes off, throwing those tantalizing little shorts across the room before he was on her again. His hands squeezed her breasts, not as large as her mother’s had been, but certainly enough to fill his palms.

Marnie arched into his touch with a loud sound of approval. Encouraged by her obvious pleasure, Scott gave her one last kiss and trailed his hands and lips down her front before he settled between her legs, smiling at his daughter’s perfect pink pussy.

“Mm, baby girl,” he whispered against her lower lips. “Has anyone ever kissed you down here?”

“No.”

Scott looked up, absently stroking the inside of her thigh, infuriatingly close to her pussy. “How far have you gone before?”

“I let a guy finger me once. Gave a few blowjobs. Made out.”

“Are you saying you’re still a virgin?”

“I mean, yeah.”

“You don’t have to lie, honey. You’re not in trouble.”

“Dad, I’m serious. None of the guys I’ve met come close to you.”

Scott raised an eyebrow, smiled, and put his lips on her pussy without further hesitation.

“Mm,” he groaned into her pussy, exploring each fold with his tongue, teasing Marnie, driving her mad before he finally let the tip of his tongue touch her clit.

“Daddy!” Marnie moaned loudly. Her hands clenched in his thick curls, legs tightening around him as he pushed her closer and closer to the end.

And then he stopped.

“No!” Marnie sat up, face flushed, breathless. “Damn it, dad, why did you stop?”

“I’m going to give you a real fuck, Marnie. I want you to cum on your first cock. How does that sound?”

Her expression softened. “All right. Let’s do it.”

“Lie back down,” he said, gently pressing her onto her back, nudging her knees farther open.

She stared up at him with those liquid brown eyes, biting her lip, pussy spread wide, eagerly waiting for his cock. He teased her, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit, pressing against her entrance but not penetrating.

“Oh god, daddy.”

“You ready, baby girl?”

Marnie nodded.

Scott bent and kissed her once more, whispering, “Let me know if it hurts. It just means we might have to warm you up a little more.”

“Ok.”

“Good girl.”

Marnie shivered beneath him, watching him with trusting eyes as he slowly pushed into her.

“How’s that?” he asked when the head was in.

“Good,” she said with an enthusiastic nod. “Keep going… Ohh, ohh, oh!”

Before he knew it, Scott was hilt deep in his daughter, her pussy hot and tight around his throbbing cock. “Oh, baby girl, you feel so good. Are you all right?”

“Yes, it hurts a little but in a good way.”

Scott started to thrust, shallow at first, deeper with every stroke. “How’s this?”

“Mm, that’s so good, daddy.”

“Harder?”

“Yeah.”

Dear god, he was fucking Marnie, his cock was inside his daughter, penetrating the pussy it had helped make. Her voice rose in pitch and volume as he pounded her harder and harder, driving her into the mattress.

“Tickle your clit, baby girl.” Scott gasped. “Touch yourself for me.”

Marnie obeyed, her eyes closing in ecstasy, one hand on her pussy, the other squeezing her breast. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” she moaned.

“Cum with me, Marnie. Let’s finish together.”

She reached up, pulled him into a kiss and said, “Cum inside me, dad.”

He exploded, filling her pussy with his hot cum, feeling her clench around him as she rode her own orgasm.

When Marnie had gone limp, Scott slowly withdrew and collapsed beside her, immediately pulling her into his arms and giving her a kiss.

“That was amazing,” she panted happily.

“Oh, we’ve only just begun, baby girl. We’ve got all summer.”

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My first submission (Shunga Lesson) was based on a real life situation when I was much younger. There were name changes with some fictional background and one fantasy addition.

This, my second submission did not actually take place as written. However, it is an assembly of real occurrences with a sprinkling of truth on the characters and background :-).

It addresses the reality that there are plenty of baby boomers out there with the same raging desire they had in the summer of love, now backed with decades of experience. And they don’t dream of doing it with Millennials. They are hot for partners their own age. It can make for a heady combination.

L. F.

YORKSHIRE PUDDING – CHAPTER ONE

Bored with my room, I am sitting in the cozy little pub at our hotel in the UK.

I’m reading 56 Rabbits by my friend Nadine Masterson and drinking a ginger ale.

Nadine published it over two years ago, but I have only just now pulled it up on my Kindle. It is really quite good and she keeps impressing me with the story line, unique use of words, phrasing and character development.

I’m pissed I did not get to it sooner.

“Are you with the bride or the groom?”

I am not wearing wedding attire, but given our remote location, the question can be forgiven.

“I am actually not part of the wedding party, just a hotel guest.”

“And a Yank.”

“Yes, that is true.”

“Well this gets stranger and stranger……. Do tell what brings you to this tiny hotel pub.”

I am doing a site survey in Yorkshire, well south of Leeds. The local accommodations are all small inns scattered through the nearby villages. It’s spring and these charming locations do a brisk business in weddings.

Myself and three associates are ensconced in the charming Thornecross Inn where there have already been two weddings this weekend.

I explain the above to my new bar mate.

“What is a site survey?…………”

“Pretty much what it sounds like, we are looking over a site for a potential film shoot.”

“What film.”

“Sorry, I’m not at liberty to say.”

“Well, that’s truly boring.”

My questioner is somewhere between 50 and 60 and dressed for the occasion, which is her niece’s wedding. Actually, she makes a point of telling me it’s her grand niece.

She seems vaguely interested in my work, but only just. This conversation is not really going anywhere and I want to get back to my reading.

“So you are doing a site survey. Are you a site surveyor…… or what is it they call you?”

“To my face or behind my back?”

This makes her laugh………. And that’s all it was, a laugh…… but something changed.

“They call me a Location Manager.”

That laugh caused me to turn and actually engage. I generally make minimal eye contact with people. It’s definitely a character defect of mine and I probably miss a lot because of it. I certainly almost missed this moment.

Something in her laugh, it seems familiar. Do I know this woman already?

Yes, more than I will ever understand, but I am getting ahead of myself.

There was just something in that laugh and it caused me to look up and the conversation began in earnest.

“What a great laugh.” I said, turning fully to her and for the first time, taking a true measure of the woman I was speaking to.

“Why thank you.”

And then she just sat there, as if waiting for me to assess her………..and so I did.

This woman next to me……now in front of me, since we had both turned to face each other, was different and more complex than whatever my first rapid (not really caring) appraisal had been.

Her age was indeterminate…. there were lines that spoke of experience and living. There was the looser skin that comes with age. But she was toned and vibrant. She was a grown woman of my age, but had a unique radiance.

It was the eyes (isn’t it always) that truly snared me. Hazel irises, that lacking the exotic color usually given to charmers, sparkled with something I could not put my finger on.

The framing was typical. Mascara and some bold burgundy eyeliner really set off her hair which was such a dark red as to be purple and I took it to be absolutely natural. It was styled into a bit of a bob, but hung long, almost to her neck, thick and full.

Straight bangs gave her kind of a Betty Page ‘Proper British Version” look.

Perfect for a wedding, she had on a dress of deep green watered silk with a leaf pattern in the weave, cut on a bias so one side was nearly to her knee, while the other hung to mid calf.

Very sensible pumps with a round toe spoke of comfort rather than style. Yet, they were definitely couture, the quality of the green leather obvious.

A wide sash of the same silk is wrapped around her midriff which appears very flat before the bodice flares up and out at her bosom and then flows up to her neck where it gathers in a collar, leaving her shoulders bare.

There is some skin wrinkling and sagging along her biceps which leads me into the sixties at guessing her age, but so much Bursa Escort else has me thinking much younger — damn I suck at this — but it’s probably because I don’t care.

Her hands are lovely. Long, slender fingers, with only slight age spotting (another confusion). There is none of the pronounced vascularity of older women. Her nails are professionally manicured, the finish and polish, deep and lustrous (and British Racing Green). The also appear to be her own nails, no augmentation.

What is so very unique is that they are clipped very close, the fingertips exposed like a masseuse or pianist. On her head is deep green pillbox hat with a lace veil tucked around it and under the edges.

I notice there is no wedding ring on her hand, something I never generally think about…………then again, I no longer wear one either and yet adore my wife, strange. Why am I noticing or caring at all?

She seems to suss that my inspection is over and smiles.

“What is your name?.

“Hank.”

“Hank, the….”

“Please don’t”

Laughing again…… “Pleased to meet you Hank, my name is Miriam. By the way, you are much nicer and certainly more attractive when you actually look at people.”

“Why thank you. And you are frankly intriguing as hell when I do actually look at you. Do you own that pill box hat or did you borrow it.”

That laugh again………….. “I actually did borrow it, but I think it matches the dress nicely, don’t you?’

“I do.”

We wander into getting to know each other. There are occasional interruptions from wedding reception guests coming by to say hello. I ask if I am keeping her from anything but she seems to like our discourse and waves my inquiry off the same way she dismisses friends and family.

I get her history, from art college in Cambridge, to dropping out and roaming the middle and far east before returning to college and getting a degree in economics at Balliol.

She then spent the bulk of her career at Lloyds as an adjustment investigator from which she has retired. The work involved a lot of international travel and she seems to have been everywhere.

Common ground: she’s an avid cyclist and has traveled to three of my favorites, Cambodia, Bhutan and Laos as well as a few place I have not. She is married but he is not with her.

She hears of my odd journey from street politics to disaster relief and then film, a bit of the dark, lost years, my late age marriage.

We dig into other shared interests and keep finding common touchstones and similar opinions and experiences. Even politics seem to align in these ever fractious times. Promiscuous in our early years (without details), we both went through several long term relationships before marrying in late adulthood.

By now we have both surprised each other in discovering she is 65 and I am 69. It fits the narratives we were both telling, but even with those signposts we were both guessing a decade lower.

There is something still gnawing at me and it only grows as we talk. Something familiar. As I hear about her traveler adventures in the 70’s and far flung business travel in the 80’s I become aware that it parallels mine in so many ways.

Was this woman a one night stand on a beach in Koh Samui? Or a hotel bar pickup in Tokyo? Has she recognized me and I not recognized her? I tuck this away, still wondering where the hell this resonance I feel is coming from.

I have come to realize that except for the surroundings, dress and sensible pumps, this woman is not your typical great aunt at a country wedding. But then I am pushing 70 and still feel 19. We both seem to know something about going against the norm.

As if she can read my thoughts……….. “Not exactly what you expected?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your hotel in Yorkshire?”

“Oh, ………um…….. No, no, it’s not”

With that she smiles and puts her hand over mine, as if to say: ‘That’s not what I was asking and you know it.’

Looking down at the close cropped nails I suddenly fantasize what they would be like in my ass working my prostate.

I can feel my face warm as realize how weirdly out of bounds such a thought is and I wonder where the fuck it came from.

“Mhhh Hmmm Right.” She smiles, letting me know that she was speaking about my appraisal of her and certainly not the accommodations. Most assuredly, she equates my blushing with being caught out as there is no way she could know what I just fantasized.

“So what does your wife do?”

“She is a painter, although she now teaches as well”.

“Fascinating.”

And the she absolutely does not mean it.

“So, how is your sex life?’

“Excuse me………..?”

“How is your sex life?”

“You really want to know?” I almost replied ‘none of your business’, but I like that she has put me on the back foot and I have not flirted with a woman in years. That is of course if flirting is what she is doing…………….And anyway, I was the one just thinking about her fingers in my ass.

“Yes”

I take a long pause. Nothing Bursa Escort Bayan sexual (other than my finger fantasy) has cropped up until this point. Although I find her more and more attractive, she has not given me any signals, nothing coy and now this……….

I am never going to see this woman again, what the hell, maybe some verbal sparring will give me a fantasy to masturbate to later tonight. I decide to be open and honest, after all Terri’s and my sex can be pretty hot.

“When it happens it is amazing. We have been together over 30 years and know how to pleasure each other completely. We have enough kinks to keep ourselves amused and she is in great shape, much like you.” Touche! I think.

“You said ‘when it happens’ — is that because you travel all the time or something else?”

“A bit of both, I am on the road a lot, but we have also grown to have different needs.”

“Is that why you are sitting in a hotel bar, chatting up a randy Englishwoman?”

“Well, I started out sitting in a hotel bar and reading a book and I only just now found out that you are randy”

“You could have done the reading in your room.”

“Very true, but the ginger ale down here is fabulous ………………How is your sex life with your husband?”

“It’s okay, no, excuse me, it’s great. But like you, we don’t have enough of it to suit me. He is an attentive lover, but I am always the one to initiate.”

“Well, we seem to have that in common.” And I think about how nice it would be to have Terri be the one to initiate our sex.

“I guess with all your travel, you go to a lot of hotel bars and read your book, don’t you?”

“If that is your cute way of asking if I go out and pick up women in bars, the answer is no. This is truly what it appears to be. What about you, do you roam parties picking up men of a certain age? You are certainly attractive enough to shoot for someone much younger and better looking than me.”

“No, I don’t cruise for pickups, nor have I ever asked a stranger about their sex life before” she laughs. “I really don’t know what’s gotten into me tonight. And don’t sell yourself short. Self deprecation is a turnoff.”

It really is a great laugh and we both relax a bit. Our mutual tension of “where the hell is this going” eases as we both acknowledge being on unsure footing. Trouble is, I am starting to be attracted to her enough to risk rejection and see where this goes.

“We both appear to be married to people we truly love and neither of us are out trophy hunting, am I correct?”

“Yes, that is an accurate assertion.”

“Can we explore this some more?’

“Sure…………”

“Have you ever cheated on your wife — be completely honest.”

“Wait, this feels like an interrogation, not an exploration.”

“Okay, fair enough. Ground rules: Any question we ask, will be answered by both of us, okay? But with complete, absolute honesty.

I realize that she is plumbing herself as much as me. There is an almost visceral need building between us. Not so much for each other, but for connection and understanding.

“Okay. Are there any boundaries?”

“Would you like there to be?” she asks with a very mischievous smile. The first definite flirt and she does it very well. She seems to like doing it. I like it even more.

“No, but now this is becoming intellectual foreplay…..”

“Only intellectual?……….. wait, I will answer first………..Intellectual yes, but definitely something more. Are you scared?”

“That was two questions — you only answered one, I will do both and wait for your second answer. Definitely not only intellectual and yes, I am scared a bit.”

“Me too. Have you ever cheated on your wife and don’t give me a yes or no answer”.

“During our 31 year marriage, I have had sex with three women, one was 29 years ago and another 20 years ago. Six years ago an old flame and I sort of had sex.”

“I had a two month affair with another man 17 years ago. The sex was amazing, but I could not handle the guilt and ended it. Kind of like you, I saw him again a few years ago and let him feel me up in a coat room at company party.”

I begin laughing………….

“Give me details.”

“That’s not a question.”

“How far did you allow him to go in the coat room?”

By now we are almost head to head and whispering, like two schoolchildren even though no one is near us. The bar man is watching us from his station at the end of the bar with a knowing a look in his eye.

How many couples of all ages has he watched over the years. God, a penny for his thoughts on this!

“I let him finger me until I orgasmed and was about to take him with my mouth when someone interrupted us.”

Almost on cue, a wedding party member breaks the spell….

“Miriam, have you seen David?”

“No, I would bet he is outside smoking.”

With an almost school girl smile, she leans back in and says

“Now where was I?”

Laughing, I say “You were about to take him with your mouth……..”

“Yes, and I remember, Escort Bursa you have to answer you own question as well.”

“We are actually quite similar again. She was in my office on location and I fingered her until she came…… the only difference being that she did take me with her mouth.”

“No!”

“Yes, she did.”

“Did she swallow…………”

“Miriam!”

“Well, did she? And did you kiss her afterwards?”

“Okay, my dear, this has definitely become foreplay on my side.”

“Hank, my dear, that is not an answer.”

“Yes, she swallowed”

She literally squeals in delight, laughing. clapping her hands and tapping her feet on stool rail.

“And did you kiss her afterwards?”

“No, not yet, it is my turn to ask a question. Seems we have left the ‘intellectual’ trappings behind and are now into full blown verbal foreplay, yes?”

“Do you mean, am I getting aroused asking a man I just met about secret ruttings with old lovers”

“Yes, that’s what I am asking’

“Well, I am not sure that………….” she pauses, leans a bit closer and knocks my Kindle off the bar. “Oh, my, I am so sorry.”

I climb off my stool and crouch down to pick up the Kindle. As I do this, she swivels a bit on her stool and seems to be fumbling with her dress. I stand and remount the stool, wondering if she has a thong that is riding up inside her and getting a bit damp.

“So, you did not answer me, but I saw your fiddling with your dress. Are the two related?”

That laugh once more……. “more than you can imagine, but the simple answer is yes, this is getting me aroused.”

“So, you have more desire than your mate, but your morality won’t let you cheat — what do you do.”

“I fuck myself silly with an assortment of dildos, plugs and vibrators. Your turn”

“I masturbate as well.”

“How often — I do it nearly every day.”

“Me too.”

“No!”

“Yes, in fact I jerk off more now than I did in my 20’s and 30’s.”

“Oh, my god, me too! My girlfriends and husband think I am hormonally imbalanced.”

“Well, Terri thinks the same of me and I don’t really share it with others. Most of my co-workers are at least a decade younger than we are.”

“That’s right, you should be retired by now. Maybe all that wanking is what is keeping you young. What do you use, just your hand, you already know about my toys.”

“I use assorted lubes”

“Is that just for your hand and your dick thing?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Do you want to know if I stick things in my ass?”

“That’s exactly what I want to know.”

Once again, I pause unsure of how far to go………..oh what the hell, this is becoming fun! And she is either truly a kindred spirit or a con woman of the top shelf.

“Yes, I have some toys of my own, ……….. and enjoy using them regularly ………….now you.”

“Pardon me sir, but I am a proper, adult, staid Englishwoman……………………. Of course I diddle my bum!”

It’s now my turn to laugh and I realize that yes, I am having a ball with her and absolutely want to bed this woman.

“I can’t believe I just said that to a stranger!”

“Me too!”

“I have a confession to make……….”

“Confess away.”

“I intentionally knocked your kibble thing off the bar.”

“It’s called a Kindle.”

“Whatever.”

“Why did you knock it off the bar?”

“Because I wanted to show you something, but I fucked it all up.”

“What did you want to show me?”

“I can’t……….”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t say it.”

“Good god woman, we have just discussed anal play, sucking cock, fingering pussies and there is something you can’t say?”

“Yes, there is something I cannot say……..also, I prefer cunt to pussy. Pussy sounds little girl weak, while a cunt is woman strong……….. and I just remembered that you did not answer me about kissing that woman after she sucked you off.”

As she says this, she is wrestling with her dress again, which seems to have gotten bunched up under her bottom and she pulls the excess out from under her seat. My thoughts return to the mystery thong.

I figure, what the fuck……………”Yes I kissed her, open mouthed with my come on her tongue. Is that the answer you were hoping for?”

“I am so glad to hear you say that………..” and with that she takes my poor Kindle and practically throws it onto the floor.

WTF!

I get up off the stool and squat down between us to pick it up. She swivels toward me on her stool and quickly hikes her dress to knee height, spreads her knees open for a moment………………. And then closes her knees and lets her dress fall.

It was so rapid, that I almost wondered if it happened at all.

It was very brief and no one around us could have seen, but she finally provided me with that which she could not say.

I am speechless. The glimpse she gave me has brought me to full tumescence (not that I had much farther to go).

Up, between her legs, the black stockings ended in bold contrast to the Ivory white of her inner thighs.

The black lace straps of her garters climbed up to a wide lace belt that framed her manicured strip of bush with its glistening pink seam and …………… No thong! No panties at all………….

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This is a fictional story and all the characters are fictional and strictly above 19. I prefer stories with a plot that gets us involved in the story, leading to sex, rather than stories with just wild sex.

My stories are a bit lengthy and usually have everything like gay sex, lesbianism, threesomes, group sex, and mainly incest. Enjoy the story.

In the previous part we saw how Ajay had found out about his mom’s affair with her boss Gopal. And how he was kicked out of the house due to Mythri and how that screwed Ajay’s life. He then decides to take revenge on everyone including his mom. He then fucks his mom and then fucks Gopal with the help of his mom.

After two days, Dad and Ashwini returned from their trip. I, Mom and Gopal were acting as if everything was normal. I warned Gopal of dire consequences if he did anything other than what I asked him to do and promised that he will enjoy life to the fullest if he did as I said. He agreed.

When I saw Ashwini and her assets, I really wanted to feel her boobs and ass and suck them without leaving an inch. I decided to fuck her the same day. I called Gopal and explained the plan to him. He was a little hesitant but I asked him to do it exactly as I told him to.

The plan was basically that Gopal would convince Ashwini to try something new in the bed which he saw in the movie Gerald’s game. He would tie her legs and hands to the bed and then blindfold her. And then he would let me into the bedroom. Unknowing to him, I already placed a camera in his bedroom to record the entire episode.

As planned he sent Dad out on some work in the morning. Then he called me asking me to come to the bedroom. I entered into the bedroom, in absolute silence, and I was impressed with Gopal when I saw what was waiting for me.

Ashwini was wearing an expensive red colored silk nightie. Both her legs and hands were tied to the bed and she could hardly move them. She was blindfolded with a black cloth. She was ready to be eaten just like I was hoping. I gestured Gopal to sit and enjoy the show, while I made love to his wife. He sat in a chair like the best of the cucks.

I walked to the bed and ran my hand on Ashwini’s body from head to toe, feeling her sexy assets over her nightie. With the touch of my hand, she shivered. Then, I cupped both her boobs over her nightie. They were too big to fit in my hands. I squeezed them hard. She let out a sigh in pain.

Then, I licked all over her face. Then I kissed her on lips and sucked on them. Then, I unhooked her nightie buttons and her semi transparent bra came into view. They were just covering her nipples exposing the rest of the tits. I loved them as they were very sexy. I fondled her boobs over the bra for some more time and finally lifted her back and unhooked her bra as well.

I pushed her bra out of the way and I finally saw those big, firm tits with dark brown nipples. Her nipples were already erect and poking out. I licked both her nipples. She let out a moan. Then I took one of her boobs into my mouth and sucked on them. I was biting and licking one nipple, while I rubbing and pinching her other nipple with my hand.

This made her go crazy and was moaning loudly. After playing with her tits, till I was satisfied, I moved on to her legs. I pulled her nightie all the way up to her waist. Her sexy thighs were like chicken legs begging to be eaten. She would occasionally wear skirts showing off her thighs and I would go mad looking at them.

I licked her left leg all the way from her toe to her thigh. Then, I kissed and sucked on her thighs for a few minutes. While I was playing with her thighs, I could smell the juices in her pussy. She was not wearing a panty as I told Gopal to not let her wear as her legs would be tied. I finally came across her neatly shaven pussy which had brown lips.

I liked my mom’s pussy better. I pushed my fingers into her pussy and stroked her for a few minutes. Her pussy was wet like monsoon clouds. After playing for a few minutes, I removed my fingers and tasted her juices. It was delicious.

I pushed my tongue into her pussy Bursa Escort and tongue fucked her till she cummed. After slurping all her juices in my mouth, I went and kissed her and released some of her juices into her mouth.

Ashwini: “Eww. That tasted weird.”

I dint respond. I got naked and placed my cock on her lips.

Ashwini: “What are you doing? You know that I don’t like sucking cocks. Remove that.”

I was in mood to listen and I pushed my cock in to her mouth forcefully. I stroked for a few times in her mouth.

After a few minutes, I removed it. She started shouting at the top of her voice.

Ashwini: “You bastard. You know that I don’t like it and you still forced it in. I will kill you once you let me go. Untie me.”

I was least bothered to reply and went about my work. I moved towards her pussy and pushed my cock into her pussy at once. She stopped mid-sentence and shouted in pain.

Ashwini: “Bastard. Be gentle. Take it slow.”

I dint care and started stroking her at the top of my speed. Initially, she begged me to go slow but as time passed by, she enjoyed it more and more and begged me to go even faster. After fucking her roughly for good few minutes and giving her a couple of orgasms, I finally cummed in her pussy and collapsed on her as I was tired from the rough sex.

Ashwini: “Wow. That was so good. I loved it. The best sex I ever had. It was so unlike you Gopal. I dint know you could be so hardcore. This is a new angle in you.”

I pulled out my cock which was still drenched in our cum and rubbed it on her face and lips. Even pushed it a little into her mouth. She immediately moved away her face.

Ashwini: “What is wrong with you? You bastard. I was just appreciating you that you were so good and now you do this and make me hate you. You know I don’t like to touch cum and all. Let me go now.”

Me: “As you say bitch”

I removed her blindfold. She was stunned to see me. She was trying to grasp what just happened. She then saw her husband jerking off on a chair nearby.

Gopal: “What the fuck did you do? Why did you remove her blindfold?”

Ashwini: “What the fuck is happening here? What are you doing over there Gopal and why is this bastard naked and on top of me.”

Me: “This bastard is the one who fucked you so hard and gave you the best sex of your life. And Gopal, she had to know that it was me.”

Gopal: “She will kill me.”

Ashwini: “What the fuck Gopal. You let this asshole fuck me in front of you? What is wrong with you? How can you do this to your wife?”

Me: “Shut up you bitch. Even you knew it wasn’t your husband who was doing all those things to you. Don’t tell me you dint realize the difference between your husband’s cock and mine. You must have realized the minute I pushed it into your mouth. If not then, you must have realized it at least by the way I was fucking you. But you still let those things happen because you enjoyed them.”

Me: “Now, don’t act like you are an innocent, pure woman who dint realize what happened. If you were really that innocent, you would have begged me to stop the minute I pushed my cock into your mouth.

Me: “It is just that you were not sure what was happening but since it was your husband’s idea, you gladly let it happen. So just stop pretending and accept the fact that you loved it. Your husband here is no saint either and he won’t say anything if you just accept the truth.”

She fell silent. I could see on her face that she was confused. On one hand she loved it but on the other what would her husband say if she opened up.

Ashwini: “Ok. I agree that I realized it was not Gopal. But the thing that it was his plan and him turning into a cuck and let someone else fuck me in front of him, excited me. But I dint expect it to end like this. I was guessing that he would keep it a secret. And most of all I was not expecting you to be the one fucking me.”

Me: “A lot of unexpected things happen in life. Get used to it. So now tell me did you enjoy it? Will you let me fuck you again?”

Ashwini: “Ummm..”

Me: Bursa Escort Bayan “Don’t worry about your husband. He would love to see me fuck you. Isn’t it Gopal?”

Gopal shook his head suggesting yes.

Ashwini: “Ok. Yes. I would love it. That was the best sex I had. I never had three orgasms in a single session. You showed me heaven right here. Why would I say no to experience the same again.”

Me: “Good. But to experience it again, you will need to suck my cock.”

Ashwini: “I will do anything to experience it again.”

With that, I jumped on her and kissed her. I untied her from the bed. She responded by hugging me tight and biting me on the chest. I responded by scratching her back with my nails. Then I turned her around and kissed and licked all over back. I was dreaming of doing that forever.

Me: “I love this sexy back of yours. Every time you wear those sexy low neck blouses, I used to ogle at this back of yours.”

Ashwini: “I know. Not just you. A lot of guys would. That was one of the reasons I used to wear them. Haha.”

Me: “You slut. I knew you liked showing off. But just to those rich buggers. Now you are going to be my slut and wear all those sexy dresses for me.”

Ashwini: “Of course. My husband made me your slut and I am all yours now.”

Me: “Good. Now suck my cock and show me heaven. And start with my balls.”

She started cupping my balls and rubbing my cock. Then, she took my balls into her mouth and sucked them like lollypop. I loved the tickling sensation. Then, she licked all over my cock. Then, she took it into her mouth and sucked on it like an expert. She sucked on it for a few minutes.

Me: “I love this. This turn of events.”

Ashwini: “What turn of events?”

Me: “A few years ago, your husband was thrashing me and you were encouraging him to hit me more. And today, you are sucking my balls and cock and your husband is encouraging you.”

Ashwini: “If only I knew you were so good, then probably it would have been different I guess.”

Me: “Maybe or maybe not. Because I was after all a driver’s son. By the way you claim that you don’t like sucking cocks but you sucking suggests otherwise.”

She gave a sheepish smile. I understood the meaning of it. I was always suspicious that she must have had an affair but was not sure. Her smile confirmed my doubts. I wanted to probe but left it for later. I saw that Gopal was getting desperate now. I gestured him to come and play with his wife’s pussy.

He jumped at my invitation and started licking her pussy like it was the first time he has seen a pussy. This excited Ashwini more. After a few minutes, I asked Gopal to fuck his wife and he readily accepted. Gopal fucking his wife, while she was sucking my cock felt good. The perfect revenge I got on them.

But I wanted even more. I decided to sandwich her between us and asked Gopal and Ashwini to get into position. As they dint know my plan, they readily accepted. As Ashwini was riding Gopal, I pushed her on to him and placed my cock near her asshole. It is then she understood my intentions.

Ashwini: “Please Ajay. Don’t do. I have never been fucked in my asshole. I dint even let Gopal come close to it.”

Me: “Oh. Lucky me then. A virgin asshole. I am not leaving it for anything.”

With one jerk, I pushed my cock into her asshole. She yelled with pain. It was a little hard to go in but after trying number of times, it was finally in. After fucking in that position for a few minutes, first Gopal cummed, then Ashwini and finally me.

After I pulled out my cock, I signaled Gopal to clean my cock and he readily licked and sucked it clean. She was shocked to see her husband suck another cock. She looked at me with a question mark.

Ashwini: “What the fuck is happening here. I am getting a new shock every hour. Gopal sucking your cock?”

Me: “You will find out everything soon. But first tell me how many other guys have you fucked?”

She was shocked at my question. Especially for being asked that question right in front of her husband.

Ashwini: Escort Bursa “What do you mean?”

Me: “Stop acting you bitch. It is a straightforward question. Don’t worry that your husband is here. You just saw that your husband is my pet. Just tell me the truth.”

Ashwini: “Ummm.”

Me: “Will you tell or?”

Ashwini: “Ok. Ok. I will tell. To be honest, other than you two, I fucked another 8 guys. And made out with 10 I think.”

Me: “Woah. How many after marriage?”

Ashwini: “4 before marriage and 4 after.”

Gopal was shocked hearing this. But he was in no position to do or say anything as he himself got her fucked by me.

Me: “Wow. You really are a slut. And earlier, you were acting like an innocent angel who never fucked another guy.”

Ashwini: “Not in front of my husband. But he himself let you fuck me. So what do I have to fear now. Anyways, I am curious about how did you convince him to let you fuck me.”

Me: “It was more of a blackmail. And not just you, I even fucked your husband.”

Ashwini: “What the fuck is happening in this house? You fucked Gopal too? And he let it happen? I don’t know what to say anymore. How did that happen?”

Me: “I caught him fucking my mom. I recorded it. I showed it to him. He let me fuck him and then he let me fuck you.”

Ashwini: “What the fuck! You can’t make your wife happy but you go around fucking other women. You bastard Gopal.”

Me: “You should be happy that he did it. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be fucking each other.”

Ashwini: “That’s true. I wouldn’t get to experience the best sex of my life. All these years, I thought Murali was the best. But you are much much better than him. I wish, I knew about you much earlier.”

Me: “What the fuck did you just say? You have been fucking around with my dad?”

Ashwini: “Shit.”

Me: “Common. Tell me about it.”

Ashwini: “Umm.. I don’t think there is a point in hiding it anymore. Yes. I have been fucking your dad for a few years now. This bastard husband of mine couldn’t fulfil my desires or make me happy. So, I kind of seduced your dad and he readily accepted. Since then, we have been fucking regularly. Of all the people I had sex with, he was the best. Now, you are the best.”

Me: “That bastard father of mine. I thought he was innocent. Now I have to get my revenge on him as well.”

Ashwini: “What do you mean? What revenge?”

Me: “When I got to know about Gopal and my mom’s affair, I decided I will take revenge on all of you for sending me away to a hostel where I was raped and had to suck many cocks. I thought I would leave my dad alone, but now, even he needs to be punished.”

Ashwini: “What do you mean all of you?”

Me: “You, Your husband, your daughter, my mom and now, my dad.”

Ashwini: “You want to fuck my daughter as well? Please leave her alone. She is innocent.”

Me: “I was innocent when I was sent to the hostel. Do you think your daughter is an innocent, naïve young girl? I am sure she is a bigger slut than you. She must be having lots of cocks and sex in that trip of hers.”

Me: “All of this started just because I wanted to warn her and keep her safe from perverts. But she wanted to go and enjoy with them.”

Ashwini: “Please. I am saying sorry for her.”

Me: “I dint leave my own mother. Do you think I will leave her?”

Ashwini: “What? You fucked your own mom?”

Me: “Yes. She is my slut now. Just like you are. And I fuck her every day, together with your husband.”

Ashwini: “Eww.. That’s weird. How can you do that?”

Me: “You will find it out when I make your husband fuck your daughter in front of you.”

Ashwini: “What the fuck! I won’t let it happen.”

Me: “Of course you will. Otherwise, everything we just did was recorded and will be forwarded to every relative of yours and also be placed on internet.

Me: “They will get to see how your cuck of a husband let me fuck you and then shared you with me. You only have two options now. Either, let your daughter join us and let all of us enjoy amazing sex together or die in shame after the video is sent to everyone.”

Ashwini: “Umm.. Please don’t do that.”

Me: “Be happy that your daughter will also get to have amazing sex like you.”

She knew that there was nothing much she or Gopal could do about it. But now, I had to take care of my dad.

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I could not push him out of my thoughts always on that third day after we had sex. It didn’t matter what else was going on in my life. Nonstop images of our sexual encounters replayed over and over in my mind. Sex is not the right word to describe what we had done. We didn’t make love or simply have sex, we fucked. Fucked like we were the stars of a porno video.

Fuck is often used as a lazy, vulgar word, but fucking was the only word that could accurately describe what we did. We were not friends with benefits, we were not friends. We were not lovers, because that would imply a deep passion shared.

I’m not sure how this happened to me. How had I let this man into my life? I was thirty-seven years old, recently divorced, and employed in a respected profession.

Three days after, I realized that even though I didn’t think it was possible to be one, once you left your teenage years, I was his slut.

I never thought about him immediately after we fucked because I was blissfully lost in the glorious wave of multiple orgasms. My body was still pounding, my legs still weak. I would be sore for days after, but in the moment, I felt as though I’d been caught in a tsunami and survived. I was delirious.

I walked him to the door, we shared a sweet goodbye kiss, he waved as he drove away. I was disheveled, wearing a robe that barely covered my bottom, thrown on in case the neighbors happen to look out their window. After our fucking, I didn’t care what I looked like.

I was a grown woman just a few years shy of my fortieth birthday. My twenty-year-old self would have been disgusted by all the different positions I’d just engaged in. My forty-year-old self will be thrilled that during this time I opened up to embrace the uncomfortable. I would become more sexually alive than any other time in my life.

He is British, but I was not an American who swooned over his accent. It was not his accent that turned me on. He was in his early forties, also recently divorced. He was Burdur Escort smart, we shared a lot of the same interests. He was over the top vulgar, he said the crudest things to me.

He said, “I’m going to fuck your sloppy wet cunt.”

He wanted me on my knees, he commanded, “Tell me, come on beg me, let me know how much you want to suck on my big hard cock.”

He never hurt me, but he’d pull on my hair when he was in my mouth. He’d slap my ass when he took me doggy.

“Your filthy whore cunt is my cum bucket.”

Right, before he orgasmed, he said, “Tell me you need it!”

I whispered, “Fill me up with your hot cum.”

He pumped faster, harder, I moaned and with true urgency said, “Fuck me!”

I would have been offended if those words were uttered by another man. Livid, if a man dared to slap my bottom. When he said these horrible things or got a bit rough, I immediately felt arousal building deep inside. Words came out of me that I couldn’t imagine thinking, never mind speaking out loud.

When he talked dirty to me, I wanted him even more. He knew it.

He has shown me bits of his real self, usually when resting after his first orgasm. He was loud when he orgasmed, he would groan and moan, thrusting his cum as deep into me as possible. Immediately after his release, he was affectionate.

He needed to feel me close, holding him right after he orgasmed. We talked about real life, about our lives. He always caught himself after a few minutes becoming too vulnerable, too exposed. He’d turn the conversation back to sex. He would kiss me all over, no blue pill required, his cock grew harder than before. I would orgasm several more times before we’d collapse in shear exhaustion.

After he would be silent for weeks, no calls, no texts, not even an email. Nothing.

Three days after fucking him, was when I desired him most intensely. I liked to imagine that I was on his mind and he was thinking, I need to talk to her. I have to see her. Burdur Escort Bayan In reality, there would be nothing, not a hint that he cared.

I would fantasize about having an elegant dinner with him in a seaside resort. I envisioned hiking deep in to the cool, dark forest. I would daydream, building elaborate scenarios in my mind on how he would introduce me to his kids and how he would ask me to move in with him.

Honestly though, I accepted the truth that my dreams would never come true.

Three days after our raw dirty sex, he was all I could think about. By day five, the good ache in my hips from vigorous sex, had faded. He was almost gone from my thoughts. Just a ghost of something astonishing from the past.

By day seven, I would get distracted from my fantasies. Other men would contact me through the same online dating site that originally connected me to him. I’d meet these strangers for dinner or maybe coffee, but it didn’t turn into more.

I’d get busy with an unexpected challenge at work. The weeks flew by. I no longer felt the lingering sensation of his lips on my body.

A text message would show up out of nowhere, a quick hello, followed by five words,

I want to fuck you.

The first time this happened, I rebelled against his gall. The nerve of him treating me with such indignity. I told him to get lost. I told him that I was not interested. He knew it was a lie. He didn’t push, he knew just how long to wait before he’d text again.

I want to fuck you.

Three days later, he walked into my home and before he said hello, he kissed my lips as his hand slid between my legs. He entered my wet, waiting pussy with two fingers. I was lost.

I spent hours of my time trying to find the right word to describe what we felt towards each other, of what we were when we were together, but I could never define it. Desire comes to mind. Passion, but it’s not true. Desire and passion didn’t define what continued to draw us Escort Burdur together. Lust, close but not quite right.

There was a raw, almost primal attraction to him on my part. He is not classically handsome, he is attractive, but this was not about his looks. It was his physical presence, rugged, strong. His body entangled in mine took me far outside of my ordinary, everyday life. I couldn’t rationalize a reassuring explanation of what I was to him. I didn’t imagine that he had trouble attracting women. I had to recognize that I was just a body when he needed it to be rougher, when he needed a hard fuck.

Almost a year into this continuing cycle, I never asked him what he wanted from me. He never offered an explanation or an excuse. I didn’t need one when we were in bed. I’d often chastise myself, why couldn’t this just be what it was, why did I feel the urgent need to define it?

Three days after, I was always confused and sometimes angry. How could he take so much out of me, bring me so much pleasure, and then disappear for weeks?

Two years ago, I finally blocked his number and deleted his contact details from my phone. I moved to a different online dating site.

Last week, while shopping with my boyfriend at one of the massive home improvement stores, I saw him with an attractive woman. I was ashamed of the relief I felt, when I saw that she was not a younger woman in her twenties, but that she appeared to be in her forties. She looked a bit like me. How could I be so shallow?

They were in the checkout line directly next to our line. He saw me.

I couldn’t avoid his eye contact. Our partners were both turned, placing items from the cart on to the belt. He smiled, nodded, and then turned back to the cashier. They walked out of the store ahead of us. As I climbed up into the cab of my boyfriend’s Ranger, I watched as they drove off in his dark Mercedes.

Three days later, I received a text from an unknown number.

I want to fuck you.

Looking at this text, I should have been angry but I felt excitement. I felt heat flowing through my body, my heart beating faster. I thought well maybe just once more, why not?

It took a several minutes, but I pressed block this caller and then I swiped to delete.

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My sister Sara and I have been sharing an apartment for just over a year now, and it has gone surprisingly well. That said, walking in on each other in the middle of some salacious act of one kind or another has been common enough that we have given up trying to avoid it.

I hear the familiar sound of my sister’s key in the deadbolt and the click of the lock opening. The hot Latina swallowing my cock startles like a teenager getting caught making out under the high school bleachers, and I can’t help but laugh a little.

“That’s just my sister, relax.” And I guide my cock back into her mouth. She makes that unique gagging sound that is universally recognized as coming from choking on a big cock but continues sucking and stroking without breaking her rhythm. Compensating for her inexperience, she takes my thick cock with enthusiasm and determination making me even harder. I let out a bit of a moan as they walk by, placating the exhibitionist in me.

Making their way to my Sara’s bedroom I can hear her telling her new acquisition of the night, “That’s just my brother. He’s got a thing for being sucked off in places people will see. It’s amazing what girls will do if you buy them a few drinks.”

My sister’s friend stops to watch as the girl picks up the tempo, cupping my balls in her hands while I fuck her mouth. She takes the length of my erection down her throat with each stroke, and it feels amazing. I love an audience, but my sister takes her one-night stand by the arm to lead him past the show and into her bedroom. He looks back over her shoulder eager to see more, and that’s all it takes to push me over the edge. Letting out a moan I’m sure can be heard throughout the apartment, I explode in her mouth. Hot cum spills onto her tongue as she tries unsuccessfully to swallow the whole load. Holding her head in my hands, my body trembles until the wave of ecstasy washes over me.

We make eye contact, and she has that, “what now?” look on her face, wiping cum from the corner of her mouth.

“Well, it would appear you like cock after all. Congratulations on giving your first blowjob. I told you if you gave guys a try you might like it.”

I’m amused as she gathers up her things and leaves. I honestly don’t even know her name. She is a self-proclaimed lesbian that got drunk with me at the local dive bar, and she wanted to taste a cock for the first time. I love being in the right place at the right time.

Even more than lucky timing, I love when people watch and my favorite voyeur is my sister, although I would never tell her that.

After our parents decided to tie the knot, my stepmom and stepsister moved in with us. I was nine and she was seven at the time, and it felt awkward having girls in the house. As we got older, I started to really take notice and found myself attracted to her before I knew what to do about it. I’ve watched her develop from a nerdy little buck-toothed girl to a sexy and seductive woman over the years. I spent many nights masturbating to images of her body flashing through my mind, like a collage of her various stages of development. My imagination ran wild with thoughts of what she must look like naked, and what I would do to her if she wasn’t my sister. Watching her flat chest blossom into luscious round tits made my young cock hard, and I did my best to only steal glimpses in passing. Staring at my sister’s tits would be beyond inappropriate. Her hips and ass transformed her figure from boyish to one that drove boys and men wild, me included.

To this day I am definitely hot for her, and I wage a mental war against wanting her and respecting societal morays. We may not be related by blood, but she certainly feels safe around me. Safe enough to walk around in her bra and panties like I don’t exist. Part of me wonders if she does it on purpose to get me hot. I sometimes think she wants me too, until the voice of reason jumps in, and in a sobering voice says, “She’s your sister and she doesn’t want you to fuck her.”

What the fuck does the voice know anyways?

I stop daydreaming and snap back to reality. Heading off to shower, I hear a heated conversation coming from Sara’s room. I stop to listen, partially out of curiosity and partially because I want to make sure everything’s okay.

Their voices escalate to argument levels, and I decide to step in. Sara may be a bar slut, but she’s still my baby sister. I open the door and see Sara on her knees wearing nothing but her thong panties. She has tears in her soft blue eyes and mascara running down her cheeks. Standing in front of her is Mr. “I don’t give a fuck what his name is” with a limp cock and his pants around his ankles.

“Why the fuck is my sister crying, asshole?” I demand menacingly.

Before he answers my sister Burdur Escort jumps in, “Dumbass didn’t have a condom, so I told him he can’t fuck me. I offered him a blow job, but he apparently can’t manage keeping his tiny cock hard and he’s blaming me.”

He doesn’t take the insult lightly and is clearly restraining himself from backhanding her, with the only thing holding him back being the fear of what I would do in retaliation.

“It’s like getting a blowjob from a shark, all tooth and no lips. I don’t need this shit!” he says looking at me as if I’m supposed to be sympathetic. I guess there’s a bro code but that doesn’t apply when it comes to my baby sister.

“Put your fucking dick away and get the fuck out of here. You make my sister cry again and I’ll fucking break you. Do we have an understanding?” He scrambles to pull up his pants and runs out the door.

With him out of the way I can focus on Sara and find out what the fuck is going on. Sara springs to her feet, wrapping her arms around my neck and burying her face against my shoulder. I hold her close until she calms down and I try to be supportive and sympathetic, but her nearly nude body against me feels amazing. Her round firm tits pressed against me is more than enough to make me hard and I have to adjust my position to make sure she doesn’t feel my erection.

“You know he’s right.” Sara mumbles in a low voice, like she’s a child confessing to raiding the cookie jar. “I’m terrible at giving head. Every guy I’ve ever blown told me so.”

“C’mon, you can’t be that bad.” I respond awkwardly, unsure if she is looking for reassurance or advice.

Sara pulls back with a look of determination on her face, and confidently announces, “I’ve just had an epiphany and I know what I need to do.”

Frankly, it’s hard to take her seriously, standing there in a thong about to make a declaration of some sort. All I can think of is how badly I want to ravage her, sister or not.

“I’m going to talk to cousin Beth. In our “girl talk” conversations, she is always talking about how much she loves sucking dick. I’m going to ask her to teach me.”

“That’s actually not a bad idea.” I’m thinking you have to learn somehow and they don’t teach cock sucking in high school sex education.

I’m so hard it aches, and I can’t wait to get into the shower and relieve the tension. It only takes a few strokes before I release what feels like an endless stream of cum. Fuck, she has to know what she’s doing to me. Can she really be that naïve?

The memory of her soft skin and firm breasts pressed against me occupies my mind for the next two days. I come home to find Sara and Beth sitting in the living room, and I can only imagine that Sara is getting a lesson. Good for her.

“Hey Beth, I haven’t seen you for a long minute. What are you up to?”

“The usual bullshit,” she says. “Although today I’m trying to play teacher and educate Sara about the finer nuances of oral sex.”

“Well how is that going?” I ask. “I’m sure that if anyone can help her it’s you Beth. Every bathroom wall in town attests to your oral prowess.”

“Well, first of all that’s hilarious. Second, fuck you. Third, not so well. We need to go all the way back to the basics which is entirely unexpected. After hearing what happened the other night, I think we are going to need a test subject.”

“You need a test subject?”

“I need feedback. Sucking a dildo doesn’t help. Can we borrow your cock? It would be for educational purposes.”

“Did you forget, I’m your brother?”

“Stepbrother. Besides, I know I make you hard. It’s kinda hard to hide when you’re excited.”

“Then you realize I’ve been behaving, in spite of the fact that you get me hard. This is a little bit crazy.”

“Are you really refusing to help your baby sister when I need you? It’s really embarrassing that I need help with this, and I’d rather not have to humiliate myself more by looking for someone else to learn on.”

“Fine, this is weird, but I’ll do it.”

Beth smiles as I unbutton my jeans. “I’ve often wondered what you had packed away in those jeans.”

I feign a smile as I pull down my pants and briefs letting my hard cock spring out, free of the constrictions of clothing.

“Wow, nice cock!” Beth says. “let’s get to it then. Start with the tongue teasing like we discussed.”

Sara eagerly drops to her knees. The tip of her tongue just barely makes contact, and I feel my heart race and my erection twitch with anticipation. Her tongue swirls around the head, down the shaft, and to my balls.

“That’s nice.” Beth says encouragingly. “Do you remember what’s next?”

Sara opens wide and takes me all the way to the back of her throat, closes her mouth Burdur Escort Bayan around my cock and slowly withdraws until only the tip remains. She sucks gently on the head, looking up at me with those big blue eyes and takes me back deep into her mouth.

Fuck, I want to fill her mouth with cum as she starts to pick up her pace. She gets into a rhythm and as she loses herself in the moment, she begins to drag her teeth. I pull back in a reflex response, pulling my thick cock free from her mouth.

“Careful with the teeth!”

“Sorry. I got carried away.” Sara says shyly. “Maybe Beth should demonstrate for me.”

My sister and my cousin are going to share my cock. I’m too turned on to say no. Beth positions herself on her knees next to Sara and swallows my hard dick, taking it deep down her throat. Sara watches intently like a student taking notes as Beth fucks me with her mouth, sucking hard and taking me deep.

“Okay, let me try again.”

Sara’s tongue snakes around my cock as she sucks, carefully covering her teeth with her lips. Again she picks up the pace and before long she’s fucking me with her mouth, sucking my thick erection like a porn star. Thrusting my hips uncontrollably, I feel the intense need to cum.

The two of them take turns sucking and licking while moans of pleasure escape my lips and I can feel an orgasm building up.

“He’s getting close Sara, finish him!”

She takes me deep into her throat gagging on my thick cock, but refusing to stop. I push deeper into her mouth until she swallows me all the way to my balls and the wave of intense ecstasy washes over me. Every muscle in my body flexes and I explode into her waiting mouth. It’s more cum than she can swallow. Excess cum drips down my shaft and from the corners of her mouth. Her tongue eagerly licks the cum from my cock.

“I did it! Thank you Beth.” Sara said beaming with a sense of accomplishment.

“I’m proud of you, you did great! Now that my work here is done, I have to go get ready for my date. He has a very high likelihood of getting lucky tonight.”

Beth leaves and Sara makes us dinner to celebrate. Afterwards, we settle in to watch TV like nothing happened. That is until Sara gets bored watching Shameless.

“I wanna practice again.” She said staring at me, waiting for a reaction.

“Do you really think that’s a great idea?”

“I want to see what else my big brother can teach me.” Sara says as she straddles my lap and peels off her tank top. Her beautiful round tits are barely contained by a silky red bra and her hard nipples strain against the fabric. Years of pent up desire burst free like a damn breaking. My lust has been released in an uncontrolled wave.

Grabbing her ass with one hand and one of her luscious breasts with the other, I pull her to me, biting her nipple through the flimsy fabric. Sara jumps from the unexpected pain, pauses for a moment, and then relaxes with a smile.

“Teach me more like that.” She says, reaching back to unbutton her bra. I grab her firm bare tits with both hands, squeezing them roughly as I alternate between sucking and biting. Sara squirms between sensations, twisting her body to resist the sharp bites. I pull her arms behind her back and continue my search for the sweet spot, balancing pain and pleasure.

“Am I being too rough? I ask.

Sara replies by biting her bottom lip and shaking her head no. Breathless from lust and anticipation, she manages one word, “More.”

I release her arms, taking her head in my hands I pull her to kiss me. Our tongues meet as the passion and desire flow between us. Grabbing her ass, I pull her body tightly against mine and I can feel the heat of her pussy against my stiff cock through our clothes.

I can’t take any more teasing and grinding, so I grab her ass with both hands and lift her as I stand up and then throw her down on the couch. She feels helpless, and she likes it.

“What are you going to do to me, big brother?” she asked breathlessly.

“Whatever the fuck I want.”

I peel the jeans from her body like I’m removing a second layer of skin. Her legs are long and smooth, and her panties are visibly wet and with excitement. With one hand on each thigh, I push her legs apart, pushing them up almost to her shoulders before kissing and licking her through her panties. Her legs slide over my shoulders, freeing my hands to pull her drenched panties aside and expose the glistening pink lips of her luscious pussy.

“This is where I teach you to beg. Do you want to cum on your big brother’s tongue?

“Yes, fuck yes!”

“Then beg me for it.”

My tongue gently caresses her soft pink lips before sliding into her. Her pussy is intoxicating and I can’t get enough. Moaning Escort Burdur and squirming, she grinds against my mouth. I can tell she is starting to get close by the way her body moves and the intensity of her moans… so I stop.

“No no no, don’t stop.”

I brush the tip of my tongue in one long, slow upwards stroke and then stop again. Wanting to climax transforms into a need. A need so strong she’ll do anything, including the humiliation of begging.

“Please, I need it so bad.” Sara whimpers.

“I said beg for it. Beg me like you really want it, you little slut.”

“Fuck, I hate you! Don’t make me do this.”

I lick her hungry pussy again with another upward stroke, barely making contact and breaking her will. Her dripping wet pussy aches to be taken.

“Please! I need to cum. I’ll do anything you want. Just eat my fucking pussy!”

“Good girl.”

My tongue slips deep inside her, tasting her wet cunt before assaulting her clitoris with my tongue. Combinations of flicking and swirling makes her body writhe in ecstasy and she begs me not to stop. I can tell she’s close again, and instead of pulling back, I give her what she needs. I greedily lick her clit, driving her over the edge. Her pussy floods with excitement and she cums on my tongue.

She lies there breathing heavily, trying to catch her composure.

“What else can you teach me big brother?”

She watches with anticipation as I strip off my clothing, releasing my big cock from its confines. She starts to breathe heavily again anticipating what I’m going to do to her next

“Are you going to teach me how to take a big cock? I’ve never had anything that thick in my pussy. I don’t know if I can take it all. Are you going to make me beg again?”

“Oh, I’m going to make you beg. I’m going fuck you till you can’t take anymore. I’m going to make you beg me to stop.”

“Teach me, I want to learn.” She says breathlessly as she spreads her legs wide. Be gentle with me, that cock is huge.”

“I don’t do gentle.”

I push the head of my cock against her wet lips sliding my erection all the way into her wet pussy until I feel my balls against her ass. She lets out what sounds like a combination of a moan and a gasp.

Sara’s pussy is so hot and tight, my hard dick almost forcing its way as I thrust into her. Each time pumping harder, thrusting deeper as I lose myself in the incredible sensation of being enveloped by her pussy. Her big round tits bounce each time I bury my cock inside of her.

“Fuck! It’s too big, you’re stretching my pussy! It’s too hard.”

All I hear is her say is fuck me harder.

Her nails claw in my back, and she moans loudly. Her legs wrap around me like a cage of ecstasy. Sara’s body matches my rhythm, thrusting her hips up to meet me, needing more cock deep inside her. I can feel the tension in her body, I can tell she wants to cum. She hangs on the edge of orgasm as I fuck her harder, making her scream.

“Yes! Teach me! I’m so close!”

“Do you want to cum on my cock?”

“Yes, please! Don’t fucking stop!”

Fucking her tight pussy harder, almost violently as a wave of pleasure washes over her body, I can feel her tight pussy trembling inside as she cums. I push deep inside and hold my position, pressing my body against her clit, her fingernails buried deep into my back.

I slowly pull out of her, cum drips from her wet lips.

“That was so good.” She says between breaths, trying to recapture her mind as the room spins.

“Bitch, we’re not done!”

I flip her over like a rag doll, grabbing her hips and pulling her to her knees.

“Oh fuck.” She moans as I push my rock hard erection back into her tight wet pussy. “I can’t, please it’s too much!”

“I’m not done with the lesson,” I tell her as I start fucking her again.

I bang her harder telling her I’m going to fuck her till I cum.

“Not inside me! Don’t cum in my pussy!”

“I want to fill you with cum, now take my cock!”

“No, not inside me!”

She struggles trying to stop the relentless pounding, inspiring me to fuck her harder. I can feel an orgasm starting to build.

“I’m getting close, take my cock, you dirty little slut!”

I pull my thick cock out of her pussy, glistening with juices from her wet cunt. Repositioning myself, I push the head of my cock against her tight ass, and before she can protest, I’m sliding inside of her. She pleads for me to stop, and to take it out of her ass. It’s like an aphrodisiac, and I start thrusting deeper and harder inside her ass making her beg me to stop. With one last thrust, I bury my cock deep into her tight ass, my balls against her pussy, and explode inside her.

She feels her ass being filled with the flood of hot cum, and I let out a loud moan, my cock twitching inside her in what feels like an endless orgasm.

“I told you I was going to make you beg me to stop.” I slowly withdraw from her tight ass, cum dripping down her thighs.

Breathlessly, she tells me, “You’re the best big brother ever.”

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Lying there on the bed catching our breath she rolled over and snuggled up to me, throwing a leg across my hips. I pulled my arm out from between us and wrapped it around her as she laid her head on my chest.

“You’re an amazing lover,” she whispered as she let her fingers dance over my chest, “I’ve never had a lover like you before. Seriously. Never.”

“You’re a fantastic lover too Vicki,” I told her, “you give me things Jenny won’t. Jenny will always have my heart but I can’t help lusting after you.”

“You know,” I started, “it’s still early in Vegas.”

“Are you thinking we should text Jenny?” Vicki asked.

“Well you really should let her know I satisfied you again,” I said with a grin.

Vicki grabbed her phone and began to text with Jenny.

‘Dinner, drinks, dancing and fucking, oh the fucking. What a night!’ Vicki wrote.

It didn’t take long until Jenny replied. ‘Don’t wear him out, I still need him for years to cum ;-)’ Jenny wrote.

“He took me slow tonight, I lost track of my orgasms’

‘I LUV it when he does that, sometimes I just have one long orgasm. I assume you’re texting to let me know how thankful you are that I loaned him to you.’

‘Oh yes, forever grateful, you’re the best sister’ Vicki responded

‘And don’t you forget it! Did you ask him about the threesome?’

“Tell her that as long as I get to taste and fuck you both plus feel two sets of lips on my cock I’ll be happy,” I told Vicki.

‘He said fuck and taste us plus both our lips on his cock, beyond that it’s ladies’ choice. What do you think?’

‘I’m ok with that, we’ll have to argue over who gets his cum’

‘Not if it bubbles out of him while our lips are on him’

‘Good idea! Looking forward to this’

‘Sounds good’ typed Vicki

‘Gotta go finger myself again, any good events from today for me to fantasize about?’

‘I let him fuck my throat’ typed Vicki

‘Oh god you nasty slut! You’re going to ruin him for me. He’s going to want me to suck him all the time’

‘I good wife WOULD suck him all the time AND swallow his cum. Now run off and diddle yourself. I’m going to snuggle with your man. G’nite’

She put her phone down and giggled. “Maybe I can get you some oral action from your wife. I assume you’d like that.”

I nodded and hugged her.

“Bryan? Will you sleep with me tonight?” Vicki asked, “I actually mean sleep, here in this bed with me. I want to feel you next to me as I drift off and wake up next to you tomorrow. That’s one of the things I miss about being married, having someone to snuggle.”

I told her I’d like that very much. I went to my bathroom to freshen up and brush my teeth, she did the same in the guest bathroom. We met back in the guest bedroom. I looked down at the sheets. Other than being messed up there was that spot from our first encounter this morning. I would have to wash sheets and the mattress cover tomorrow. She crawled under the sheet, flipped it back and patted the bed, indicating I should join her. I slid next to her and she flipped the sheet over me then we resumed our snuggling position from earlier. I kissed her head and told her good night. She kissed my chest and told me good night as well. It wasn’t long until we drifted off to sleep. Between the sex and the dancing we were both exhausted. I slept through the night.

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The next morning I awoke with my cock somewhere warm and wet. I raised my head and saw her lips wrapped around me and slowly sliding up and down the entire length of my cock. I let out a big sigh.

“Good morning sweet cocksucker,” I moaned.

“Good morning my handsome cock owner,” she giggled, “how would you like to have me today?”

“Well apparently I want your mouth first.”

She crawled up my body until she was lying on me face-to-face. “Your cock in my mouth was what I wanted. The question is what do you want. My body is yours, how are you going to use me?”

“There’s only one way you haven’t given yourself to me,” I pointed out.

“Oh dear, you are a bad boy. I don’t know if I can let you go there. That big dick might not fit,” she said. Then in a whisper, “but I’m willing to try.” She kissed me and giggled. “Do you want to plunder me now?”

“Let’s get you clean on the inside and we’ll clean each other on the outside. Then I’ll plunder your last place I’ve not explored.”

I told her to grab her shower Bolu Escort supplies and bring them then I took her to the master bath and set up an enema bag. I had her lay on her side on a towel.

“I’ve never done this, had an enema. I’ve also never had a man go where you’re about to go.”

“I’ll be gentle,” I said, “and if at any time you want to stop just say so.”

I put lube all over the enema probe and then I put more lube on her. She moaned slightly as I did that. I slowly inserted the probe and made sure she was comfortable then opened the valve and let the warm water flow into her. She softly moaned.

“Oh my, that’s an interesting feeling!”

“Tell me when you have a full feeling,” I told her.

Once she said she was full I closed the valve and helped her to the toilet.

“Hold in it for a while and let the water do it’s work. I’ll step outside and give you some privacy,” I told her. I kissed her on top of the head and left the room, pulling the door closed behind me. She held it as long as she could and when she finished she wiped and flushed. She called to me and I opened the door, she was still on the toilet.

“I think maybe I need another dose,” she suggested. We repeated the process and this time when she finished she said she was happy with the result.

I turned the shower on and gathered big fluffy towels for us. We stepped into the shower and under the water stream. We stood there holding each other and kissing, enjoying the warm water flowing over us. I turned her back to the spray and stood behind her. I had her lean back and wet her hair then I took some of her shampoo and began to wash it. I started with by gently massaging the shampoo into her scalp and as the suds built I worked it over more of her hair. I made sure to get her entire hairline, above her forehead, around and behind her ears, and along her neck. She sighed several times. When finished with the shampoo I rinsed her hair and then applied her conditioner. We kissed for a few minutes while the conditioner worked and then I helped her rinse it out. More sighs. She told me she enjoyed that immensely, better than any salon visit. Since I was taller than her it wasn’t as easy for her to return the favor so I wet my hair and sat on the shower ledge. She stepped between my legs and tipped my chin back then began massaging shampoo into my hair. That felt fantastic and her tits were inches from my face the whole time. My cock rose. When she finished she took my hand and helped me back under the spray to rinse. More kisses. I let her wash her face then I washed mine.

Now on to the main event. I took a dollop of her shower gel in my hands and applied it to a pouf then began washing her. I used the pouf to give me suds and followed with my hand. I ran the poof and then my hand over her shoulders and down her arms. Reaching her hands I washed between each of her fingers. Back up her arm I raised it and washed her armpit. She let out a slight gasp then a moan, apparently she liked that. I moved to the other side and repeated the process, letting the spray rinse the side I had just finished. Next I did her back, several trips up and down, almost like a massage. I turned her around with her back against my chest and I began at her collar bones then worked down to just below her navel. Her nipples, already a bit turgid, stiffened even more as I ran the pouf and my hand over them. Deep sighs escaped her lips. I turned her under the shower spray, rinsing her well and using my hand again just to be sure.

I added more get to the pouf and had her stand with one foot on the shower ledge. Gently and slowly I washed those fantastic ass cheeks and then her legs. Again, first pouf for suds and then hand for, well for pleasure of course. I sat on the ledge and took each of her feet and washed them; tops, soles, and between the toes. She giggled a bit at that. I reached up with fresh suds and gently washed her pubic area, careful of her lips and entrance. I took her under the spray again and made sure she was rinsed then had her stand facing the spray so water was running down her stomach, I took a rinsed hand and placed it between her legs then gently rinsed her her folds and ran a finger between them just to get her entrance cleaned. It felt a bit slippery from the remnants of my cum. I took her to the ledge once more and had her place a foot there. I soaped up one hand and Bolu Escort Bayan ran two fingers between her cheeks. She gasped and tensed as I reached her anus. I gently massage it, washing away the lube, and she relaxed and let out a moan. She was bent over with her hands on the shower wall and she dropped her head below her shoulders. A soft ‘yes’ escaped her lips. I took this as encouragement so I gently slid one finger into her to the second knuckle and made circular motions. That elicited a louder response. She was definitely enjoying this and I my cock grew more. I was looking forward to taking her one remaining entrance.

I withdrew my finger and she sighed and told me I didn’t have to stop. I moved her under the spray and rinsed her well. She melted into me and offered her lips again. We kissed passionately as I ran my hands over her freshly cleaned body. She told me she’d never had another person wash her so thoroughly since she was a child. She laid her head against my chest and we just stood there letting the water run over us. After a bit she told me it was my turn. She took the pouf and added gel then started at my shoulders and worked her way down my back. Moving to my front she started with my collar bones and worked her way down, she washed over my nipples and they stood up. She giggled and took a soapy finger to them, rubbing over them repeatedly until the were little rocks, then rubbed her palms over them. Proceeding down my stomach she reached my cock. She put shower gel in both hands and wrapped one around my stiffening cock, the other cupped my balls. She worked them both, ostensively to get them clean, but I think she just wanted to tease me. I sighed deeply and told her she should stop unless she wanted me to drain myself onto her hand. She moved on.

Vicki sat on the ledge and washed my legs then had me put one foot at a time in her hands so she could wash them. Her fingers between my toes felt fantastic, I sighed. Finished there she grinned and soaped one one hand then slid it between my legs and washed my anus in small circular motions. I sighed but told her not to go there because of her nails. We both rinsed well and stood under the water again, our lips meeting. I turned off the water and began drying her, taking another opportunity to touch her all over. She reciprocated. We stepped out of the shower and finished drying. Hanging her towel on a hook she then turned to me and asked if it was time. I took her by the hand and led her to the guest room.

We stood beside the bed for a while just kissing and running our hands over each other’s bodies. Finally she took me in her hands, I rose to full erection.

“It’s time to take me completely,” she whispered, “make me totally yours. After this you will have had me in a way no other man has.”

I turned her and bent her over the mattress then lubed us both up. I put the tip of my cock against her opening.

“You’re in charge here,” I told her, “I’ll stay still and you take me as fast or slow as you want and as deep as you want.”

She rocked back slowly and took the head as she moaned loudly.

“Yessss, give me your cock.”

She started rocking back and forth, taking me deeper each time and moaning louder with each inch she took. I dribbled more lube on us as I watched my shaft disappear into her. Finally she thrust her ass back against me and took it all. I felt my balls against her moist cunt lips. “Uuunnnggghhh!” she screamed.

She began rocking on me again, taking my full length with each stroke.

“My God that feels amazing.” She continued to grunt and groan as she impaled herself on my shaft. I was mesmerized my the sight of my cock disappearing into her ass with each stroke. Eventually she slowed and asked me to grab her hips and take her.

I was more than happy to comply. I’d been watching her asshole swallow my cock and I was ready to fill her colon with jizz. I gripped her hips and began slowly pumping into her, at first matching her pace but gradually increasing the speed until I was pounding into her, she reached back and rubbed her clit. Soon she was moaning and writhing on my cock. “Yes, don’t stop, harder, faster, fuck me hard, fuck my ass, fuck me stud, YES Aaahhh!, oh god Bryan I’m cuuuummmmiinngg!” I felt her sphincter spasming on me and I let loose my load into her. She let out one more scream and collapsed on the bed, panting. My Escort Bolu cock bounced in the air. I squeezed the last of my cum onto one cheek of her ass then I went into the bathroom and cleaned my cock. I returned to the bed and lay next to her. She snuggled up to me again. This was becoming her routine and I enjoyed feeling her body next to me.

“My lord that was amazing! I had no idea that could feel so good!” she said with a deep sigh. “Are you satisfied now that you’ve plundered my every hole?”

“I am very satisfied, and a bit honored to have taken your anal virginity. I’m glad you enjoyed it, I was afraid I might hurt you.”

“Oh no, you didn’t hurt me at all. I appreciate you giving me control. You were so gentle you reminded me of Brad when he put that big porn cock of his in me. The feeling of you stretching me reminded me of him stretching me, I felt so full both times.”

“You enjoyed Brad’s porn cock a lot, didn’t you,” I asked.

“At the time it was fantastic! The problem was the aftermath, I didn’t know my uterus could get so sore, I think he bruised me when he was pounding my cunt. At least you I can feel bottoming out in me but you can’t beat against my internals like he did, it’s more comfortable to take a pounding from you.”

I kissed the top of her head and we laid there for a bit before my stomach growled. She giggled, ‘sounds like someone is hungry for more than just me. I could use some food myself.”

We got up and dressed. I put on lounge pants and a t-shirt. She wore a short robe. She helped me strip the bed and get the laundry started.

I started breakfast as she started a pot of coffee. When the coffee finished she poured two cups and sat one on the counter next to me.

“What’s for breakfast?”

“Mandarin stuffed French toast,” I told her.

“Sounds delicious!”

“If you don’t love this dish then something is seriously wrong with you,” I said as I leaned over to kiss her.

We had breakfast on the deck, actually it was more like brunch. The weather was as beautiful as the woman sharing breakfast with me. I had noted the time on the kitchen clock. Jenny was up by now and getting ready to leave for the Vegas airport. Vicki went to get the coffee pot and refilled our cups. When she returned I asked if she like to be taken here on the deck.

“Mmm, please,” she said with a grin.

I reached out my hand and she took it. I pulled her between my legs and untied her robe, letting it fall open. Putting my hands inside her robe I opened it further and leaned in to kiss her navel. She giggled. I began kissing up her stomach towards her gorgeous tits.

“You really enjoy my titties, don’t you,” she asked.

“Enjoy is not strong enough of a word, more like I love to avail myself of your bounteous boobies.” We both laughed.

“Do you also love to avail yourself of my luscious labia?”

“Oh most definitely, and I plan to avail myself of them in a bit while you lay here on this table,” I replied.

I availed myself of her breasts for some time. Kissing, licking, sucking every square inch. She moaned and groaned as I took pleasure in her tits. She ran her fingers through my hair, all around my head, she pulled me close and pushed me away. Finally she begged me to lick her and she pushed me away and pushed the dishes to the side of the table. I helped her onto the table, she laid back and spread her legs.

I pulled up a chair and took hold of her hips, sliding her to the edge of the table. I wasted no time in putting my tongue and lips to work on her. I took her generous lips into my mouth and gently sucked them. This caused her to moan and the grabbed the back of my head. I ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit up to her clit then sucked it. ‘Aaaaahhhhh!’, she quivered beneath me and clamped my head between her thighs. She relaxed her thighs and I continued licking up and down her slit and she softly moaned. I slipped a finger into her and worked my way back up to her clit. I gently sucked this time as I continued to finger her. After a bit she came again. “Fuck me please, now” she begged breathlessly.

I stood up and without hesitation plunged into her.

“Oh my god fuck me, yes, YeS, YES!!” she screamed. She grabbed her legs behind her knees and pulled them up. “Give it to me!” she moaned and she began to spasm. “Aaaaaahhhhhhh!”, she screamed out as I continued to plunder her and pumped globs of cum into her. “Oh fuck yes,” she groaned as she came down from her orgasm.

“Hard and fast, that’s how Brad fucked you wasn’t it?” I asked with a smile.

“You sir are no Brad, thank goodness, because I’d be sore tonight,” she laughed.

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Please note, this is a true story. However, I’ve changed the names, ages, places and occupations to protect the other person’s privacy. I have no shame so enjoy, LOL.

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Friend Asked to Watch Ch. 06

Will great sex equal a great relationship?

It had been 2 weeks since that sinful orgasmic weekend. I had worked long days, each day of my trip. Penny and I spoke a few brief times on the phone. We both wanted to have a serious talk about being exclusive but in person. She did email me some naughty images of herself. I really liked her. I know her feelings were much stronger. We had met 5 weeks ago and like many of my relationships a similar pattern was arising. It was hot, heavy and mind blowing at the start.

What Penny and I didn’t know; Madison was going to come to see me the day I landed. She found out when I was getting back from Penny and oddly enough where I lived. My roommate wasn’t home and while I was unpacking I heard a knock at the door. I always look to see who it is before opening the door. When I saw Madison, I was like WTF.

Then I noticed what she was wearing. My cock started taking over my brain. Dressed in a tight cardigan top with a few buttons open. Her breasts were on display. Her her nipples showed slightly pushed up against the fabric. The top feature the round and fullness of those breasts. On her hips, she had on a very short skirt with her panties in her right hand for me to see.

I opened the door and was about to ask what she’s doing here. But the moment I did, she pushed me back into the home. The door was heavy and it closed on its own momentum. She grabs me then starts kissing me. Penny and I still haven’t talked yet about being exclusive but I knew she wanted to. But that was on tap for tomorrow night.

What decision would I make? And wait what the hell was Madison doing here? Was she testing me for Penny or was she trying to fuck me behind her back? It was one thing in the shower when Penny was asleep during our 3-way weekend. This was very much a different situation at hand.

My mind spinning and not sure what to do. Yes, I was kissing her back. Yes, I wanted to fuck her. I have a very live in the moment attitude that sometimes conflicts with a no home wrecker/cheating mentality. I’m not perfect and despite Bodrum Escort what Vivian did to me, I’ve still kept that mentality strong. Even though this is technically not cheating, I was still really torn. I thought the weekend we all had together was just that. A weekend of fun, period!

I had to break the kiss despite not wanting to. I literally asked her WTF! She responded with, “I know you two will have the talk tomorrow. So before you two get serious your fair game.” I swear she was both evil yet making sense at the same time. She pulled my head into her face and turn it to the side. Whispering in my ear “I know whenever you sleep with Penny next; you will be thinking of me and wishing it was me. So you might as well fuck me now.”

In that moment, time stood still and lust overtook both of us. I immediately ripped off her top and the buttons flew everywhere. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her delicious breasts came into open view. Our lips meet again, this time with more desire. I lift her up in my strong arms and place her on the coffee table.

Tearing off her skirt, I found her now fully shaved smooth tunnel. I dove right in her with my tongue. I began feasting on her tunnel. Like a mad man, I wanted to take her to the limit of rapture but not let her cum. I slipped in a finger then a second. Pumping them in her while my tongue was flicking her clit.

Sounds of carnal pleasures filled the air. Madison moved her hands directly to her chest. Seeing her squeeze and fondle those breasts were intensifying my cravings to penetrate her. My fingers began rapidly fucking her hole. I looked up at her and it was quite a sight to see this woman with her eyes closed fully delirious in the moment I asked, “Does my little slut want to cum?”

“Yesss! Don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m almost there, I…. ” she cried out.

However, I wasn’t going to let her climax, yet! When she said she was almost there, I stopped. I pull her up off the coffee table. And in a swift motion push her down to her knees. The mushroom tip of my cock parted her lips. Entering her warm wet mouth.

I went in and out of her mouth only about 5 times. I pull her up to her feet. Then with my heart beating rapidly, I begin driving her body against the wall. The force stunned her but not as much as my Bodrum Escort Bayan left hand covering her mouth. I ordered her to firmly grab and squeeze her breasts. Soft fondling was not an option. I wanted her to be rougher with them. Fingers from my right hand shoved back into her pussy.

Violently, she was now being finger fucked. Her screams muffled into my left hand. Her eyes filling with a burning fever to explode. Madison’s hands continue to squeeze her luscious round breasts. As her eyes started to roll back I pulled my fingers out.

I pushed her hands off her breasts and down to the side. She was getting angry, as that’s the second time I stopped her as she was about to explode. She tried to move fast. Her hands attempted to grab me to kiss me but I denied her. Pushing her hands away as her breathing got harder and her blood increased its boiling.

I was not allowing her to cum yet. In BDSM, Tease and Denial is a sexual technique that brings your partner close to orgasm. Sometimes to the brink of climax. Then suddenly stop or reduce stimulation to prevent that orgasm from occurring. I was part torturing her, part punishing her and part edging her into a bigger climax.

I lift her and carry her to the dinner table. Placing her butt first and firmly on the table. With both my hands on her knees I push her legs outwards, forcing her legs wide open. Roughly I grab her hair and look wildly into her eyes. I ask in a strong tone, “Why did you come here, slut.”

Madison looked into my eyes and said, “To be fucked by you.”

My reply was even more stern, “Are you sure you want that?”

“Yesss!” She responded.

“No, I will not fuck you…..Not until you fucking beg for it, slut!”

“I want you to fuck me so bad. I’ve been playing with myself for 2 weeks waiting for you.” Madison shared.

“Not good enough.” I said.

She pulls my face closer to hers, “Please fuck me. My body is yours to use all night.”

“Last chance!” I said sternly.

Madison aggressively replies, “Please fuck me the way you did in the hotel bathroom. I’m your little slut.”

With those words she felt a piercing from my cock entering into her pleasure tunnel. As I did she gasped. To say we were both filled with lust and consumed by the moment we were Escort Bodrum in was an understatement. I started to devastate her tunnel with massive thrusts. She kept saying, “Oh my god, yes, thank you thank you.”

I wasn’t holding back. More power kept going into her from my thrusts. Wrapping her legs around me and kissing me at the same time. Locked in a fiery and lustful sexual encounter. Feeling so wrong and yet so good. You could’ve hosed us down with water and the flames of our passion would not have been extinguished.

As her kiss broke away and Madison leaned her head on my shoulder. Then clutching her arms around me. I knew the explosion I had teased and tormented her with was about to happened. I wasn’t there just yet but at that second I had the need and want to send her over the erotic edge. “Cum for me, my fucking slut.” This time I whispered into her ear. And so she gripped my body tighter as I felt it shake.

“YESSSSSSS, yes, yes. TAYLOR!” She cried out as she erupted.

Her body went limp onto me. Her arms and hands fell to the side. I didn’t stop thrusting into her. My onslaught into her was constant. Slightly, she began to cry in elation. She thanked me for telling her she was “my” slut. Not long after I felt that tingling sensation in my body and a cloud of fog in my head. And then I let it all out. I screamed in ecstasy and filled her with everything I had. The explosive orgasms we shared were so memorable.

The rest of the night was filled with more scorching embraces. From the bedroom to the bathroom. From her pussy to her asshole. And of course, I spent plenty of time enjoying her breasts. She told me that was the best sex of her life. She wanted us to have one big bang before she knew Penny and I were going to get serious. Before she left the next morning she told me, “If things don’t work out with Penny, please call me right away. I want to make you happy if she can’t.”

That next day, I apologized to my roommate for all the noise complaints. Later in the evening, I made a tough decision to stop seeing Penny. She did not take it well. Penny was nice but I needed more. I cared about her too much just to keep her around for sex. She deserved better than that.

I never called Madison. Not because of guilt or regret. What we had was more sexual. A lustful want, a hot weekend encounter. But outside of the fiery sex between us, there was no girlfriend type of connection. I knew as scorching hot as our sex life was and would be, she was too sneaky for me. If neither woman was enough for me alone, it wouldn’t be fair to lead them on.

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Soccer Moms — Chapter 13

[Author’s Notes: 1) any underage characters in this will neither, have, see nor even hear any sexual activity; 2) this is a work of fiction and so certain aspects of this story relating to college soccer and online rendezvous are not completely accurate but they advance the storyline. Please try to look past that to the more important aspects of the story; and 3) there is a huge plot twist here. If you love it or hate it, I would rather you e-mail me directly so we can have a give and take rather than just a one-sided comment. And if you don’t like the writing, I understand. I am not Hemingway or Steinbeck. I know some people have hated it, but I liked it. And I shared it just in case anyone else likes it too.]

The next day as they began their car ride/mini vacation back home, Carol went on her phone to send the Friend Request to Jessica. Carol and Paul spent a lot of time driving over the next three days, taking in the sights along the way. However, the predominant topic of discussion was how well things how gone with Jessica and whether or not they wanted to continue on this journey. Both Carol and Paul agreed that they did.

As soon as Carol got home she saw that her friend request to Jessica had been accepted. A flurry of messages went back and forth between Carol and Jessica about how much fun they had had and how much they had come to enjoy each other’s company and how they definitely wanted to stay in touch.

From the first night of the drive home the sex between Carol and Paul had been electric. Paul had been really proud of the fact that he had cum three times that night. It made him feel virile and strong and it was showing in his love-making. It had not become animalistic or overpowering, but it was more assertive. He was thrusting harder and faster during intercourse. It just seemed to Carol to be an overall confidence in his sexual prowess that was upping his game. And she was happy at the change.

Carol had been concerned for a while that the exploration of her bisexuality was leaving Paul to feel as if he wasn’t a good enough lover for her. Carol did not feel that way and she had certainly conveyed to Paul how much she felt their sexual activities had improved during this time. She reminded him of how much they now did together that they had never done before or at least not in many years.

Carol and Paul set about to have their next adventure together. Carol was sure that Jessica was a stroke of luck. She doubted she would be able to connect with someone as quickly and easily as she did the young grad student. And while she wasn’t expecting that she would get along so well with everyone they would encounter, Carol did want there to be to something more than just sex.

However, the idea of asking one of their friends to have this experience was a little scary. While Carol was not ashamed about what they were doing, she still wanted to keep it as a private thing. Broaching the subject with the wrong person could lead to problems she just was not ready to deal with at this stage in their entry into this brave new world.

Both Carol and Paul had decided that they wanted this next step to be swapping with another couple. So they went back to the websites and began looking through the profiles to see if any couple piqued their interest.

One profile that really jumped out at her was William and Mandy Henderson. First, they lived in the next county over. Not so close that they would know the same people but close enough that get together would be easier to arrange.

The Hendersons had two children, a daughter the age of Carol and Paul’s middle daughter Brianna and a son who was a junior in college. Apparently, their daughter, Carla also played lacrosse for their local high school. It dawned on Carol that they had probably been on the same field a few times although they would have been on different sides. She imagined standing next to each other in line at the snack stand not realizing they might meet these many years in the future. It was serendipity.

Mandy was adorable. She had a round, pleasant face and short dark hair and deep blue eyes. She was short, Carol guessed about five foot (5′ 2″ in her stocking feet Mandy would tell her later). She probably weighed more than a Doctor would say was healthy, but Carol had had her own body image issues growing up and she certainly was not going to judge anyone else in the way she always felt she had been judged.

But in truth, the thing that most intrigued Carol was the size of William’s penis. It was very large. Porn star large. One of the profile pictures had been the couple standing on a beach, naked. William was not in any state of aroused, but even flaccid, his cock was long and thick. And Mandy was very short. Carol wondered how such a small woman could handle such a large member. So Carol sent an initial e-mail to start a conversation to see where things might lead.

Carol first reply was a phone Bolu Escort call from Mandy. Initially Carol was very nervous when Mandy first introduced herself. The reality of where this phone call could be leading really hit home to Carol. However, when she had spent some time on the phone with Mandy, Carol felt very much at ease.

Mandy even mentioned how she had noticed that Brianna and Mandy’s daughter Carla must have been on opposing sides of some lacrosse games all those years ago and that Mandy and Carol may have run into each other with the girls playing lacrosse at competing schools. Carol mentioned her thoughts about the snack stand and Mandy said she had basically the same idea except hers was they maybe they had parked next to each other in the parking lot.

Eventually the conversation got around to why they were on the website looking for like-minded couples. For Mandy and Bill (Mandy said although they used his full name in the profile, he preferred to just be called Bill) they too were empty nesters and had begun swinging about two years ago.

Mandy recalled that she had never enjoyed sex so much as that first night with another couple. It had been the first man other than Bill that she had been with and it was the first time she had been intimate with a woman. That night had been a revelation and had changed her life forever. Even the sex with Bill was better after that night.

Mandy admitted that she had a bit of a weight issue and had never felt sexy. But that night having these veritable strangers want to be with her and desiring her, it made her feel sexy. Over the almost two years since that night, she had made some efforts at more exercise and she no longer felt worried or inhibited by her body and she was free to enjoy herself and have others enjoy her. And she was free to enjoy others as well.

Carol had been bigger than most girls. But she was an athlete and carried it well. And she loved playing soccer so she never minded that her body was how it was. She saw the Cheerleaders and she saw the boys chase after the cheerleaders. When no one chased after her, that hadn’t felt good. But she was who she was and if being able to play soccer meant that the boys would chase the cheerleader and not her, then so be it. “In fact, the boys probably wouldn’t be able to catch me because I’m faster than them.” she often thought when she was younger.

Paul had always told Carol that she was pretty, but that was Paul. They were soulmates. Of course he said it. But now other people were saying it. And she was starting to believe it and it felt good. And Mandy was pretty too, even if she wasn’t a cheerleader type.

Carol and Mandy agreed that they would share their respective profiles with their husbands and see what they thought about getting together at some point. They agreed to get back in touch with each other in a few days and see where things stood.

When Carol showed the profile picture to Paul, he seemed a little less enthused about the whole idea. He was not overly impressed with Mandy and while he never said it, Carol thought he was a bit intimidated by Bill or more precisely Bill’s penis. Carol countered with a proposal, “Let’s set something up like we had with Jessica. We’ll agree to just meet and have lunch and get to know each other. No commitment to anything and see how it goes after meeting them in person and talking to them.

Paul had been eager to take this next step and swap with another couple. He had been pushing this idea more so than Carol. And while she was a willing partner, it would seem somehow unfair for him to put the kibosh on this couple without at least speaking with them. So he would go and keep an open mind, but he was not optimistic about the prospects of Carol and he having their first swing.

As the date got closer it was actually Carol who was starting to have second thoughts. This would be the first time a man other than Paul had been inside her. And Bill’s penis was bigger even than Megan’s strap-on. Still, the couple of conversations she had with Mandy had gone so well and she was sure Mandy would think she was the reason if the get together was called off. Carol did not want to do that to her either. So she proceeded with the planning and eventually the two couples had found a date and a place where they could meet and see what, if anything happened. They would stay at the same hotel but not with adjoining rooms. If things did not go past lunch, Carol and Mandy thought adjoining rooms could be awkward.

As they got to the restaurant, Paul reminded Carol that nothing was promised beyond lunch and that if either of them were not sure about this, they could just go home and forget the hotel. Carol reminded him that Mandy and Bill could think the same thing and even if Paul wanted to take this further maybe they wouldn’t. He hadn’t really thought of that, and it humbled him a bit.

Carol saw Mandy and went over to her. They gave Bolu Escort Bayan each other a big hug, Carol a head taller. Mandy had obviously been continuing to work on her exercise regimine and she looked much slimmer than in her profile picture. Paul realized he had been too quick to judge Mandy based on that picture. It was not as if he was Robert Redford. And Mandy in person was pretty in her own way. Not as pretty as Carol, but in his mind it was pretty tough for anyone to equal Carol.

Carol also noticed how Mandy looked compared to her profile picture. She wanted to say something nice without making too much about weight in general. “Mandy, you look even prettier in person.”

“Thank you, Carol. You both look as good as your pictures.”

Bill stepped over and shook Paul’s hand and gave Carol a hug as well. He said “Don’t worry though, I’m still as big as I was in the picture.” Carol and Paul gave nervous little laughs hoping that Bill had been trying to be funny.

Since the women had already spent some time getting to know each other, they spent much of the meal asking each of the respective spouses about themselves. Mandy was quick-witted and engaging and Paul quickly forgot about any reservations he had had from Mandy’s picture.

In contrast Bill seemed a bit cocky to Carol. She realized that she had not meant to think of it as a pun, but maybe it had come closer to the mark than she had intended. The line between confident and arrogant can get blurred if you’re not careful. However, Mandy was handling most of the conversation for the Hendersons and she was beguiling. She really made the afternoon a wonderful time. Carol and Mandy excused themselves to go to the ladies’ room and left the guys to finish off their drinks as it was now decision time.

When they got into the ladies’ room Mandy quickly turned to Carol and said “So?”

“Mandy I’ve had a wonderful time this afternoon…” Carol was surprised that as she was talking Mandy’s eyes suddenly looked horrified. At first Carol was unsure why but she continued “…and I have to check with Paul but I would say the only question is are you guys coming to our room or are we coming to yours.”

Mandy’s eyes quickly turned to joy and Carol realized that Mandy was thinking Carol was about to give her the brush off when it was just the opposite. “Oh Carol, that sounds wonderful. I thought we were all hitting it off. But not everyone gets Bill. I’ve known him for so long and he is a wonderful man and has always been so good to me, but he doesn’t always make the best first impression. I thought for a minute you were having second thoughts”

Mandy stepped closer to Carol and took Carol’s hands in hers. Carol looked down and smiled at Mandy. “I certainly am ready to go back and spend more time with the two of you. And how could Paul not be enthralled with you?” Mandy smiled back up at Carol who leaned her head to give Mandy a kiss. Mandy returned it with vigor and they made out briefly but intensely right there in the bathroom.

Carol broke the kiss and said “Okay, let’s get out there before the boys screw this up.” They both laughed all the way back to the table.

Paul said “You two seem to be very happy. What’s up?”

Carol said “Well, if it’s okay with you, I’ve invited Mandy and Bill to come back to our room when we get back to the hotel. Mandy said ‘Yes’ if Bill is also in agreement.” Carol now turned her eyes to Bill and looked at him for an answer.

Bill said “Hell yeah.” and they left the restaurant and went back to the hotel.

Each couple drove back and parked by their own rooms. The Hendersons went and dropped of some things at their room and then came down to the Rogers’ room. Paul had put a bottle of champagne on ice just in case before they had left for the restaurant, so it was ready when Mandy and Bill arrived. He poured out four glasses and they toasted to new friends and fun times.

Mandy broke the ice by saying “I have a little confession to make. While we were in the ladies’ room, Carol and I spent a little time making out. We had to cut it short to come and get you guys, but I would like to get back to that a little before we do anything else.” Carol looked over at Paul to gauge his reaction to this. He simply nodded his head. When Carol went to turn back, Mandy was already there.

Mandy put her hands on either side of Carol’s face and pulled her down for a kiss. While the kiss in the bathroom had been quick, this was not. When Carol felt Mandy’s tongue brush against her lips, she immediately opened her mouth to let it come in and join with her own tongue. Their tongues touched and felt and explored each other.

Carol felt one of Mandy’s hands leave her cheek and it began caressing her breasts. Mandy’s hand, like her tongue, wasn’t just in contact with Carol, it was exploring her. Her touch was gentle yet probing at the same time. Carol did not know how to reconcile these opposite Escort Bolu feelings coming from the same action. So she stopped trying to understand it and just let herself experience it.

Carol lowered her own hands and began to fondle Mandy’s breasts as well. They were big and somewhat saggy, but Carol appreciated the softness of them. And as she found Mandy’s nipples and began to stimulate them, Mandy moaned into her mouth.

Carol was not sure what was all happening. She had not been prepared for things to start so quick. But it was as if Mandy’s kiss had flipped a switch and she was immediately and intensely in the moment. Mandy’s kisses were wonderful. She was feeling weak in her knees and so she led Mandy over to the bed. The women sat on the edge of the bed, never having broke their lip lock.

Carol was absolutely reveling in the sensations running through her body when she realized that someone had sat behind her at the very corner of the bed. Her mind was so intent on the feelings coming from in front, she really did not know or care who it was. Whomever it was, they grabbed her shirt and pulled it up over her head. As her blouse came up to her face, she was compelled to break the kiss. Her lips were free of the fabric, she sought out Mandy again and they continued to kiss each other.

Next Carol felt her bra being unhooked and pulled away. Suddenly the kiss stopped as Mandy pulled away. Carol opened her eyes desperate to see why but she saw below her the top of Mandy’s head as she felt Mandy’s lips close around one of her nipples. “OH GOD!” shouted Carol as Mandy’s lips pursed as she sucked the nub into her mouth and flicked at it with her tongue. “Oh Mandy, this is incredible OOOOHHHHH!!” Carol’s body was suddenly awash in a sea of pleasure.

Carol felt Mandy pull away from her and she felt another hand reaching around her from behind and playing with one of her nipples. A voice said into her ear “Are you ready for the big time now Carol?” She nodded her head realizing that it was Bill behind her playing with her breasts.

Carol was laid down on the bed and then she felt Bill take hold of her ankles. Her legs were spread wide and then she felt something at the entrance to her vagina. She could not tell for sure what it was as it was touching a good portion of her nether lips. When she looked down she saw Bill’s porn star penis ready to enter her.

Carol stopped him and reached over to the nightstand next to the bed. She and Paul had put a few condoms in that draw next to the present left by the Gideons just in case things did go well. Bill seemed a little disappointed as Carol unwrapped it and then put it on. Carol was amazed at how long it took her to roll it all the way down Bill’s hardening cock.

Once again Carol felt the very large head of this very large cock at her entrance, only now she recognized the feel of latex as well. Then she felt the intrusion.

Bill had just pushed his cock into her. She had been so wet from Mandy’s kiss and the excitement of this all, that Bill’s sudden entry did not cause her intense pain. There was however some discomfort as the sheer length of it meant the head of his penis was currently touching parts of Carol’s vagina that had never been touched by a penis before.

Also, Bill’s girth was stretching her beyond anything that had since Katie was born. When he started to feel stronger resistance, Bill stopped pushing in and allowed Carol to get used to his being inside. “Paul would have made sure I was ready first. At least I made him wear the condom.” thought Carol.

Bill always found this to be his favorite part of these encounters. The women had never experienced a cock like his and so he would do them the favor of holding off a bit to let them get used to his immense size. Carol was starting to get used to the presence of this monster inside her. The walls of her vagina relaxed a bit and the feelings inside had reduced to a feeling of pressure rather than discomfort.

Bill started to withdraw his massive pole and then stopped and began reinserting it. This time when her felt the resistance, he pushed through it to get a little more of himself inside this hot redhead. The pressure turned to pain again briefly, but it was much shorter and Carol’s insides adjusted much quicker.

Finally she felt his balls slap against her ass. She had taken his entire length and once again Bill stopped moving. Carol felt as if he was admiring his handiwork as his eyes were at her crotch. Bill started to pull back out and began pounding his cock into her now that it would accommodate him.

Throughout the entire next five minutes, Carol watched as Bill never looked anywhere but at her crotch watching his cock go in and out of her. She was very full. And she had to admit that there was something very pleasurable about the feeling. She had never felt a cock this big inside her and as Bill pounded away, it was a uniquely pleasurable feeling. But at the same time, she knew she was not working toward a climax. There was nothing else but the feeling of being full. Granted, it was a great feeling, but Bill never looked at her, never seemed to care how he was using his giant tool except just to watch himself work.

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My Son’s Lap: A Uber Ride Home

Summary: Mom rides son in Uber and another couple gets involved.

This is part two of the My Son’s Lap series.

In part 1, a mother sits on her son’s lap while he’s playing Santa for her company’s Christmas party, and she’s astonished to find herself with his big cock in her pussy. They slyly fuck in a room full of people… then do round two in the office… where he shows her a letter that verifies his claim that her deceased husband had set up the incestuous encounter, and she also learns that he’d requested his son to take over as both the man and the cock of their household. Given her longstanding submissive nature and the love she has for her son, she gratefully agrees to the exciting new arrangement.

And now the story continues.

My Son’s Lap: A Uber Ride Home

Two minutes later, after taking my son Cody’s load in my mouth and swallowing it down, I was walking to the bar to get another drink, when I had a sudden regret… not the obvious one that I’d just sucked and fucked my son… no, the regret was that I was still horny, so I wanted his cock back in my mouth and pussy. After more than six months of no dick since Jake had passed… plus another month or so when he’d been too sick and frail to make love… thus seven months with only my hands and toys to get me off… my high powered sexual libido was revved up, and I finally had someone to go to for relief.

I saw Cody walking back into the party, and my pussy tingled… which I knew was supposed to be wrong… reminded of just how wrong by the sweet aftertaste of my son’s cum… a reminder of the ultimate sins I’d just committed.

The first time was an accident… at least on my part… but the second time I’d initiated it… the second time I’d willingly sucked my son’s cock, then had asked him to fuck me again… and then I’d eagerly allowed him to deposit a load down my throat.

“You okay?” Janet asked me. “You look really flushed.”

“It’s hot in here,” I answered, fanning my hand at my face.

“Is it?” she asked, looking a bit surprised.

“Maybe it’s menopause,” I joked, trying to cover up my recent indiscretions.

“Maybe,” she said, as she gave me a look saying she didn’t believe me.

“I need another drink,” I said.

“Now that sounds like a plan,” Janet agreed, and we headed to the bar.

As I sipped my drink, I processed all that had just transpired… still processing my surreal disbelief of all the scandalous things I’d done and experienced at this evening’s Christmas party. I’d sucked and fucked my son. And my deceased husband had not only approved of this mother-and-son incest… he’d suggested it. Or rather, through a letter he’d written and had posthumously instructed me to give to Cody yesterday, he’d actually orchestrated it! …I want you to be the Santa during the staff Christmas Party. I want you to go commando underneath the suit, and as the night progresses, when your mother sits on your lap, which I’m sure she will, I want you to guide your cock into her pussy… he couldn’t have been any clearer than that! Especially when he’d gone on to explain to Cody how submissive I was, and had urged him to take total control of me whenever he wanted to have sex.

So now what? Could this incestuous boning really become a regular thing? Could Cody replace Jake in satisfying all my needs? Needs that had been unfulfilled ever since Jake had become terminally ill. And no matter how I spun it, the pleasurable sensations inside me were still lingering. Perhaps it was because I hadn’t been fucked in many months, maybe it was the alcohol I’d been consuming tonight, or maybe it was how much Cody looked and acted like his father… especially tonight!

Regardless of the reasons, I was still horny, and I wanted more.

Yet I couldn’t slip away again… Janet would catch on eventually… or we might get caught by one or more of my employees… which would be disastrous!

So patiently, well impatiently was more accurate, I waited for the party to end, since as the employer and host, I needed to be one of the last few people leaving here.

So I spent my time dancing with the ladies for a while, frequently looking around, trying to keep tabs on my son like a jealous high school girl worried her hot boyfriend might cheat on her, while also trying to figure out if one of the women here was the third MILF my son had said he was fucking.

As the evening wound down, I knew I was too tipsy to drive, so I asked Cody, “Are you up for driving us home?”

“Legally?” he asked.

“Yes, legally,” I laughed, shaking my head.

“Then no,” he said.

Eager to get home and fuck him again, I suggested, “I’ll call an Uber.”

“Sure,” he agreed.

“For one o’clock?”

“Whenever you’d like to leave,” he said.

“The sooner the better,” I said, briefly and slyly squeezing his cock, “we have some unfinished business, and nothing like Bodrum Escort the kind that martial artist Beatrix Kiddo had all through the movie ‘Kill Bill’.”

“We do, do we?” he asked slyly.

“Yes, we do,” I said in a sultry tone that made it pretty clear what I was expecting when we got home, wanting to fuck him again right now. Together we’d opened Pandora’s box, and with my submissive nature reawakened, I was horny as fuck.

“I see,” he said, acting pretty causal about it.

“You’re the man of the house now,” I reminded him. “So you have some new duties.”

“Like fixing the dishwasher,” he joked.

“Close; you will be working on some plumbing,” I riposted.

“Not quite, you’ll be working on a pipe,” he countered. “And only one pipe.”

“I’m warming up my pipe wrench right now,” I said, opening and closing my mouth a few times, this lame repartee turning me on.

“Let me know when it’s time to go,” he said.

“Soon,” I said. “Very soon.”

I reached for my phone, booked an Uber, and got a reply saying it would be here in nine minutes.

I wished Janet and a few others who were heading out Merry Christmas yet again, and when the Uber was three minutes away, I locked up, took Cody’s hand, and began walking.

He said, as we headed to the elevator, “Best Christmas party ever.”

“Your surprise gift was very thoughtful,” I said. “Exciting even!”

“I was hoping you’d like it!”

“It was exactly what I needed,” I said as the elevator opened. “And if I’d had any idea it was an option, it would have been at the top of my wish list.”

We stepped into the elevator, and once the doors had closed us in, I squeezed his cock and said, “And the perfect size, too.”

“Suck it. Right now,” he ordered.

“You’re such bad boy,” I mock scolded as I quickly obeyed, fishing his dick out for a quick suck. I had fond memories of sucking and being fucked in this same elevator by his father.

I bobbed for not even two dozen hungry bobs, before I felt the elevator slowing down.

I stood up, still stroking his cock and said, “To be continued.”

“Definitely,” he agreed.

He put his dick away just as the elevator doors opened. And we were walking out of the office building just as the Uber pulled up.

It looked full.

I pulled out my phone and saw that I’d chosen the Share option, and I’d only booked for one of us.

“Shit,” I said.

I walked around to the driver and said, “I think I screwed up.”

He offered, “If you can sit on your companion’s lap, this can still work.”

“Oh, you’re a lifesaver!” I gushed, and I returned to my son. “Think you can handle your Mom sitting on your lap again for this ride?”

“It’ll be a ride all right,” he promised.

“Maybe it will, Cody,” I said, as he opened the curbside backseat door for me, and a wicked idea began forming in my head… maybe I could get my son’s dick back inside me before we arrived home.

He climbed in and sat down beside a guy and a girl, who looked like a couple in their early twenties.

I followed him inside, sat awkwardly down on my son’s lap, and apologized to the good-looking couple, “Hey, sorry about the tight squeeze.”

“No problem,” the college-aged girl smiled at me.

“Thanks a bunch,” I said, as I reached behind myself to close the door, which caused me to grind on my son’s hard cock… which in turn caused me to let out a soft moan.

I closed the door, and the driver started driving.

“Hand me the seat belt, honey,” I requested.

Cody did, and I leaned against him to my left to find the seatbelt… to wrap around both of us. After a few tries, and even some help from the girl seated in the middle, we concluded it wasn’t going to work.

I felt my son’s cock sliding into my pussy as I dropped back onto his lap… apparently he was thinking what I was thinking… it was great to have two perverse minds thinking so much alike.

Once again I let out a little moan… well… perhaps a tad more than a little one.

“Sorry, it’s hard to get comfortable,” I smiled, as I wiggled around a bit to settle the cock in my pussy.

“No problem,” the girl said.

“So where are you two going?” I asked, trying to make casual conversation while I continued wriggling around ever so slightly.

“Home,” the girl said.

“Makes sense,” I said. “Where were you two before this?”

“My company’s Christmas party,” she answered.

“Us too,” I said, this slow, ultra slow fucking quite frustrating, but better than not having a dick inside me at all.

“I may have had a little too much to drink,” the girl giggled, clearly a little tipsy… and her cheeks quite red.

“Me too,” I said again, as I began slowly grinding on my son’s dick. After a pause, I gave Cody a kiss and told him, not caring who else was listening, “You’re going to get very lucky when we get home.”

He chuckled awkwardly.

“My man is getting seriously fucked tonight,” I announced bluntly to all our Bodrum Escort Bayan companions.

“Lucky you,” the girl said, looking at me with a perplexed look.

“Oh yeah, I’m one lucky lady,” I said, as I kept slyly fucking. “He’s less than half my age, so he can fuck all night.”

“I don’t know about all night,” Cody finally spoke up.

“Then we’ll just see how long you can go,” I said, then asked as I leaned back into him, “What’s your record number of loads in a day?”

“Jesus,” the woman seated in the front passenger seat said, having been facing forward all this time.

“What?” I asked innocently. “I want a man who can reload often, quickly, and shoot bucketloads.”

“You’re disgusting,” the woman sneered. The Uber driver just kept his head directed forward, and his eyes on the road.

The guy sitting across the seat from me said, “Twelve.”

“I wasn’t asking you, but I’m happy to hear it,” I said, as I continued grinding on my son’s cock… pretty sure I wouldn’t get as many as twelve tonight… but at least two more… and at this rate, perhaps the next one even before leaving this Uber.

“Really?” the girl asked, looking intrigued.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’ve never done twelve with a woman, but I’ve done twelve.”

“Will you people puhleeze have some decorum?” the woman in the front demanded, clearly offended by this entire conversation.

“I’ve done as many as fifteen,” my son said from underneath me, ignoring the prude in the front.

“Tonight could that include a big load of cum all over my face?” I asked, really looking forward to getting a massive facial… I loved the soothing sensation of a warm load splattering my skin. Plus, I truly believe cum is great for the complexion.

“Disgusting,” the woman said, shaking her head disapprovingly.

“That sounds really hot,” the guy said from the other side of the girl.

“Oh? Are you saying you’d like to squirt cum all over my face?” The girl sounded like she was part asking and part offering.

“Um, I…” he stammered, which made me realize they were a relatively new couple.

“I think you’d look really sexy with a big load on your pretty face,” I said, as I began moving a little faster… becoming increasingly uncaring about discretion, since this conversation, the alcohol, the revelation that my ‘boyfriend’ and I were looking forward to lots of fucking tonight, and his dick already inside me, had gotten me horny as fuck.

“Thanks,” she said.

“It’s great for the complexion,” I said.

“I’ve read that,” she said.

“I’m Debbie,” I introduced myself. “And this big dicked marathon stud is Cody.”

Another dramatic sigh from the front seat.

“I’m Amanda, and this is Derek,” the pretty blonde said.

“Nice to meet you,” I smiled, offering her my hand.

“You too,” Amanda said, shaking my hand, and I let out another moan.

“Do you mind if I lean forward and use your leg for balance?” I asked Amanda. “It’s getting a little uncomfortable in this position.”

“Sure,” Amanda smiled.

I leaned over, knowing Derek would get a great side view of my left tit, as I placed both of my hands on her pantyhose-clad leg, thus allowing me to raise my butt a bit, and thus giving Cody’s dick more room for fucking me.

“Oh, what nice nylons,” I said.

“Yeah, Derek has a thing for them,” Amanda said, as I slowly stroked one of my hands over her silky sheer leg, while Cody began slowly, and less slyly, to fuck me deeper and harder.

“Yeah, so does Cody,” I said. “That’s why I wear thigh highs for him. Easy access to my holes.”

“I see,” Amanda said. “Then I should buy some.”

“You really should,” Derek concurred.

“Yeah, then Derek can just bend you over and slide it right in,” I said, as Cody continued slowly fucking me.

“And you can sit on his lap just about anywhere,” Cody not so slyly added.

“Aren’t you going to do anything about these creeps?” The exasperated woman in the front asked the driver.

“What would you like me to do?” he asked.

“You should kick them out of the car!” she demanded.

“Oooooh,” I moaned. Cody’s dick felt so good sliding in and out of me after the several minutes of slow tease when I was still seated fully on his lap.

“What for?” he asked.

“For being disgusting!”

“Just because you’re not getting any dick, you shouldn’t take that out on us,” I said wickedly, letting out another moan.

“Jesus,” she gasped again.

“And you shouldn’t take the Lord’s name in vain,” I said, a sly smile on my face as I looked at Amanda. I then added, “Unless it’s to glorify His Holy Name while your man fucks the shit out of you.”

“He’s fucking you right now, isn’t he?” Amanda whispered in my ear.

I nodded.

“That’s so fucking hot,” she said.

“Kiss me,” I said.

“Mmmmmmm, I’d love to,” she purred, and she looked at her boyfriend, smiled, leaned towards my face and kissed me.

“You can’t be serious,” the woman in Escort Bodrum the front said. She’d twisted around in her seat and was now glaring right at us.

“Then stop watching,” my son suggested.

“This is totally indecent,” she wailed, not quite shouting.

“Then just turn back around and look straight ahead,” Cody said.

“Pull over. Right now!” the woman ordered. “I want to get out.”

Amanda and I had our tongues in each other’s mouths.

“Right here?” The driver asked. “Ma’am, this isn’t the safest area to be walking around in. Especially at night.”

“Then please just go faster,” the woman sighed dramatically.

“I obey the speed limit, ma’am,” the driver said politely.

“Why don’t you pull out Derek’s dick?” I suggested in a whisper as I broke the kiss. It was a whisper I’m sure the driver heard, but not the loudmouthed prude in the passenger seat.

Truth be told, this adventure had gone to an extreme I’d never reached before. But after all those months of no dick, and the posthumous encouragement from my deceased husband for Cody and me to go crazy, and well, Pandora’s pussy was now fully liberated from her hibernation, and I was making plans 100% with my libido. That, plus whatever Cody decided to require from me, and he was no slouch either.

“Really?” she asked. “You think I should?”

“Sure, go for it,” I encouraged her with another moan, as Cody began fucking me faster, and I could see the tent in Derek’s pants. “Just look at it… the poor guy’s dick is rock hard.”

“It really is,” he agreed.

I braced my hands against the back of the driver’s seat for even better balance, and to give Cody’s dick even more room to pound into me. I watched as Amanda fished out her man’s dick, saying, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“Oh yes,” I moaned.

“They’re actually having sex back there,” the woman shrieked with utter disgust and shock. “Kick them all out of the car!”

“That’s a really nice cock,” I said as Amanda pulled Derek’s dick into view, and now I wasn’t speaking at all softly. “Maybe you should fuck the bitch in the front seat with it. It’s pretty clear she hasn’t had any dick in a long time.”

“That’s Enough!” the woman snapped, turning completely around and shoving me. “I’ve had enough of this!”

“That’s my tit,” I objected, falling briefly onto Amanda. As I pushed my way back up, one hand on each seat back, I looked at the woman, who was in her forties like I was, and would be pretty if she didn’t have that resting bitch look, “if you like women, we can make that happen too.”

“Fuck you,” she said.

“Sure, why not?” I smiled wickedly, glancing down to see Amanda was now sucking Derek’s cock. “Or if you want, my man can fuck you while I eat your pussy.”

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked incredulously.

“Nothing really,” I said. “Actually, I’m feeling pretty damn good right now.”

She turned back around, and I moaned, “That’s it baby, fuck me!”

“THERE! She just admitted they’re having sex,” she said triumphantly.

“So? What happens in the backseat stays in the backseat,” the driver said, looking into the rear-view mirror and right at me. And winked.

I gave him a big smile.

“I’m going to lodge a complaint with your supervisor,” she threatened.

“And we’ll give you a glowing recommendation,” I countered.

“You bet your sweet ass we will,” Derek moaned.

“Fuck me, Derek,” Amanda demanded, clearly as horny as I was. She unbuckled her seatbelt, got on her hands and knees facing me, hiked up her skirt, and pulled down her pantyhose and panties.

“Remember that thigh highs give your man easier access to your cunt,” I pointed out.

“I’ll be sure to pick some up tomorrow,” she smiled, as Derek hurriedly got out of his seatbelt, knelt, and slid inside his woman. “Ooooh, yes.”

“Harder, baby, fuck me harder,” I demanded, and Cody obliged, with his hands on my hips and hard, deep thrusts.

And for the next two or three minutes, Derek openly pounded Amanda and Cody fucked me.

Moans echoed throughout the small Uber.

So did the sounds of bodies slamming together.

“I can’t believe this,” the prude wailed.

“What? That young men can fuck like rabbits?” I asked with a moan.

“No dignity,” she said.

“Nope, I’m just craving cock,” I said. “Or even some cunt.”

“Jesus,” she said again, shaking her head.

“Oh God,” I moaned, since Cody was really hammering me, and was likely getting a great workout while doing so. “One he comes in me ma’am, I’m sure he can reload and take you right to heaven.”

“Oh yes, fuck,” Amanda moaned.

“Thank God,” the woman in the front said as the Uber came to a stop.

“Is that a yes?” I asked playfully.

“You’re nothing but a sick pervert,” she accused, turning to glare right into my eyes.

“No, I’m just a slut for big, young cock,” I said, looking her straight in the eyes.

She sighed as she undid her seatbelt and opened the door.

“Oh yes, God! So fucking good!” I groaned as loud and sensually as I could.

The woman exited, bellowed, “All of you people are disgusting!” and slammed the door so hard the entire car shook for a few seconds.

The driver said, looking into the mirror, “Someone can move to the front seat if they wish.”

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