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My final Summer at home turned out to be an eventful one. Over the years, as soon as my sister’s turned 18 I’d managed to fuck every last one of them. I thanked God for the small town we lived in every night simply because there weren’t a lot of guys to choose from and my sisters were horny sluts. One by one over the years they took my cock and loved it coming back for more almost every night.

My final Summer though things were different. They were all away at college and had stayed behind that year. I was home alone with my Mom for the season.

Mom hadn’t taken everyone leaving well, and her usual glass of alcohol every evening had turned into several each day, starting earlier and earlier each time. Mom was drinking in the morning by the time I got home for the Summer. I’d usually find her sitting on the porch taking in the sun as she sipped from a tall glass of vodka when I finally got out for the day.

I couldn’t figure out a way to bring up the topic of her drinking with her right then, and frankly I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Mom had a tendency to not really pay attention to her clothes at that point, and it had become entertaining for me at least.

That first morning when I joined her on the deck she was wearing shorts and a t-shirt with a deep V neck. I noticed right away that she was showing off a lot of cleavage, but when she reached for her drink her top shifted and I had one of those big tits of hers completely in view. I could see everything, including the bright pink nipple that topped one of those big DD tits.

Being a horny young guy I didn’t complain at all. I certainly didn’t tell her and ruin my view either. So every day Mom would be sucking down vodka and I would be drinking a pop and staring at whatever she revealed that day.

It was the same when she worked around the house too. She’d at least attempt some housework then, and it never failed. Those big tits would be braless and I’d always manage to position myself so I had a great view of them when she bent over for something.

I had those images running through my head as I lay in bed at night. And yes, being the horny guy I was I would jerk off to them along with memories of my sisters. A few days of watching Mom’s tits though had another thought running through my head.

I was wondering if I could fuck Mom.

Surprisingly that was something that hadn’t crossed my mind before. I was so busy doing the girls that Mom never crossed my mind. She was now though and even drunk she looked really good. She had long dark hair and the alcohol hadn’t killed her figure, at least not yet. She was still 38DD-24-36.

As I tried to come up with a way to bang Mom, my birthday arrived. The tradition at my house was going out to dinner on your birthday, so I was looking forward to that. Mom wasn’t up for it though.

“I’m just not feeling the best tonight Eric. Can we do this another night?”

She meant she was pretty drunk at the time and I knew that. “What if we go to the bar Mom? How’s that sound? Their food is pretty good.”

Long story short I drove us both to the bar that night. Mom had drinks and I had a decent meal. I got her back into the car that night and headed home.

We ended up on the front porch swinging in the swing that night. Mom had a drink as usual as we chatted. Finally she’d had enough that night.

“I’m going in Eric. I’ve had enough tonight.”

“That’s fine Mom. Thanks for coming with me tonight.”

“You’re welcome baby boy.” I helped her out of the swing, propping her up against the wall. “Give me a birthday kiss Eric.”

As she looked up at me I knew I had an opening. So I leaned in and kissed her gently, then let my tongue slide gently across her lips. If she said anything I could pass it off on the booze. To my surprise though she didn’t.

Her mouth opened and her hot tongue slid into my mouth. She wrapped one arm around my neck and pulled me in for a most unmotherly kiss. As I returned that kiss my my left hand made it’s way up to cup one of those huge tits. I got a very nice handful before she broke the kiss off.

“Goodnight baby boy. Sleep tight.”

She staggered inside then, closing the front door and leaving me rock hard and dumbstruck on the porch. I decided to head out then and meet up with some of my friends.

We’d bored each other to death a few hours later so I headed home. When I got there the TV was still blaring in the living room, so I headed in to shut it off before bed.

I found Mom there on the couch out cold. Evidentially she’d gotten ready for bed and passed out watching TV. Her drink was spilled on the floor and she was snoring softly.

I took a deep breath and realized I had to help her to bed. Then I realized something else. She’d changed for bed which meant she either had on a nightie under her robe or nothing at all. I had an opportunity right then and I was going to take it.

I soon her shoulder then. “Mom? Mom?” Nothing. No reply at all. I smiled to myself. It was time to find out what Diyarbakır Escort was under that robe.

I reached down and slowly undid the tie holding it shut. I watched her the entire time just in case she woke up, but Mom never budged. When the tie was undone, I reached down and gently pulled her robe apart.

I was having good luck that night, at least with her. Mom hadn’t put anything on under her robe, and as the sides parted I got my first good look at those huge tits of hers.

They were incredible firm and full for a woman her age, and as I watched those bright pink nipples perked right up in the cool air of the house. I glanced up, making sure she was still out cold then my hands started roaming.

They slid over those twin mounds and my fingers went up work making those wonderful nipples even harder. I couldn’t resist after a few minutes of fun, so I leaned over and sucked one hard nipple into my mouth.

After a few minutes of teasing those bad boys with my tongue and teeth Mom moaned softly. I stopped immediately, looking up at her face.

Mom’s eyes were closed but she was definitely at least partly conscious. I heard her moan again and then she said, “God it’s been so long. Fuck me Bill. I’ll even suck you first.”

Bill had been my Father’s name. He left us years before and shacked up with a young girl who fucked him to death. He died of a heart attack one night during sex. Evidentially Mom had forgotten that in the state she was in, so I figured why not?

I raced out of my jeans afraid she would wake fully up. Mom’s head was near the edge of the couch already, so all I had to do at that point was tip her head my direction slightly. Then I wasted no time in introducing my hard cock to her soft full lips.

Mom’s mouth opened and true to her word she sucked me in. She was amazing at sucking cock that night. Even drunk on her ass she was the best I’d ever had. I took things nice and slow, enjoying her hot mouth the entire time. I couldn’t cum in it and that bummed me out a bit. But there was always the chance she’d wake up sometime and taste my cum, so I couldn’t take the chance.

I brought myself close so many times, but stopped just short of shooting in her mouth. Finally it was time for the main event.

I slowly pulled out of her wet mouth and reached down to pull her robe away from the rest of her body. Mom moaned as I got my first look at her completely naked. Then I parted her legs gently and moved into position between them.

I’ll never forget that first sensation; my rock hard cock touched the hottest wet pussy I’d ever ran into at that point in my life. I looked down our bodies and saw my shaft ready to plunge into her and had second thoughts momentarily. Then Mom drunkenly moaned, “Fuck me Bill. Fuck that hot pussy.”

That was all the encouragement I need. My hips flexed and my shaft slid into Mom’s hot wet pussy easily. I realized then that I’d been missing out all these years. Sure my sister’s were fun, but Mom was top of the line when it came to fucking.

She didn’t move really as my cock plunged into her hard and fast. She just moaned softly, calling me by my Father’s name the entire time.

“That’s it baby. Fuck me Bill. Make me cum.”

I banged Mom hard and fast, finally seeing her shake slightly under me. That was all I could take and before I gave it a second thought, I’d buried my cock in her one final time and shot a huge load into her pussy. I could just imagine it as it happened; that hot pussy I’d entered the world from years and years before being coated with my hot sticky cum.

I finally stopped moving and heard Mom breathing deeply and regularly under me. She was out again. My luck seemed to be holding that night. As I pulled out, I realized that my cum was a dead giveaway. When she woke up she’d realize something had happened.

As she slept there I got a washcloth and cleaned her up the best I could. I couldn’t resist getting a memory of that night then. As I picked up my jeans I pulled my cell phone out of the pocket and opened my camera app, taking a few shots of Mom sprawled out on the couch naked. A couple of close ups of her amazing tits later, I reached down and pulled her robe closed as best I could.

I hit the bed then, worrying what the next morning would bring. I shouldn’t have wondered. The next morning Mom was out on the porch deep in her cups again.

I walked out standing beside her getting my usual good look at one of those tits before saying, “Morning Mom.”

“Morning Eric. What time did you get in last night?”

Inspiration struck then. “About one Mom. Don’t you remember? You were watching TV when I came in.”

She smiled and shrugged. “I don’t. I feel asleep on the couch last night I guess.”

We talked a bit and I could tell she was on her way to another drunken day. Eventually I went in, grabbed some breakfast and played on my computer the rest of the day. That was the only problem with not many friends being around. During Diyarbakır Escort Bayan the day they weren’t there at all. If they’d stayed in our small town, usually they were working.

Mom ordered in dinner that night and the rest of the evening was spent watching TV as usual. About 11 she got up and staggered over to the chair I was sitting in.

“Goodnight Eric. See you in the morning.”

She bent over to kiss my cheek and as usual I got a great shot down her shirt as she did. I waited until I heard her door close before heading to bed myself, calling it a day.

Of course that night I pulled out my phone and revisited my adventure from the night before. I flipped through the pictures there stroking my cock until I showered my belly with cum. Laying my phone down I cleaned myself up and drifted off to sleep.

I had the most incredible dream that night. I was laying back and someone was doing a magnificent job of sucking my cock. At least I thought it was a dream. That is until I opened my eyes and saw my naked Mom bent over my lap with my shaft deep in her throat.

I reached down to touch her head and she popped up briefly and mumbled, “Need your cum. Give me your cum Bill.” Then she swallowed my shaft again, bobbing slowly up and down my length.

I laid back at that point and watched as Mom’s hot mouth traveled up and down my length. My hand was on her head guiding her as she sucked me right down every time. I could see my cock sliding between her lips as she sped up. That hot wet mouth finally took me over the edge and I gave her what she wanted. I blew a huge load into her wet sucking mouth.

I watched as she happily gulped down my seed, swallowing until she’d gotten every drop. She kept going then, making sure I was still nice and hard. Then she awkwardly climbed on top of me and slid my cock into that incredible pussy of hers.

She did her best to ride me that night, and it was good enough to make her cum once. I was laying back enjoying the sight of those massive tits bouncing as she fucked me. Watching her cum on top of me was a fantastic sight in itself. Her body shook and her hands went to those huge tits, squeezing them tightly as she came for me.

She collapsed on top of me then and I immediately rolled her over, my cock still buried in that hot pussy. When she hit her back I jackhammered that pussy until she came again. This time though I joined her.

The feeling of my hot cum shooting into her was enough to make her cum even harder at that point. She was gasping for breath by the time I pumped her full and as I slowed down she realized I was still hard and ready to go again.

I slipped out of her, my shaft gleaming with her juices. She drunkenly scrambled into another position, this time on her hands and knees.

Kneeling behind her I thought for a moment and then reached for the tube of lube on my nightstand. I’d jerked off with it earlier, but now it was going to better use.

I lubed up my still hard shaft and then her ass. That made her gasp, and she almost screamed as my cock slid into that tight little ass of hers.

I stopped buried deep in her ass, waiting for her to get used to my length filling her up. It took a few minutes, but eventually her ass started moving against me and I knew she was ready for more.

My hips were slapping against her ass and my hard cock was buried deep in that tight little hole. I reached up her body and cupped those big tits, squeezing them hard as we fucked. I saw Mom’s hand move and realized she was playing with her clit as my cock slammed her ass.

She finally got off, coming under my body once again. I wasn’t far behind, and gave her my third load of the night filling up her ass. We eventually stopped moving and my now spent cock slipped from her ass. I got up and headed to the bathroom to clean up a bit just in case we could go again. I’d need some time to recover, but I figured I had at least one more in me that night.

That became a moot point when I got back to bed. Mom was face down and passed out right there in my bed. I wondered for a moment what to do with her then. As I was pondering my choices I realized something. If I let her sleep there and she woke up with me, maybe we could do this without her being dead drunk. She was incredible in bed totally loaded. I could just imagine what she’d be like without the alcohol.

So I chose that option. I let her sleep, covering her with my blanket and snuggling in next to her to sleep myself. I fell asleep that night with her snuggled up to my back, those big tits pressed against me.

I woke up the next morning to a hand gently shaking my shoulder. I turned over to see Mom sitting there, the blankets pulled up to cover her body.

“Eric, what the hell am I doing in bed with you?”

I did my best to look confused as I replied. “You don’t remember Mom?”

“Obviously not.” With a worried look on her face she asked, “Did anything, you know, happen last night?”

“Well Escort Diyarbakır Mom, I woke up to you sucking me off and calling me by Dad’s name. Then you climbed on top and fucked me. And finally I fucked your ass. So I’d say yes. A little more than something happened last night.”

I saw her close her eyes and heard her softly say, “Not again.” Then she fell silent, obviously thinking about what I’d said.

I was still foggy from sleep and it took me a few moments to realize what she’d said. “Hang on Mom. What do you mean not again?”

Mom finally looked up and told me what she meant.

“Your honest sister Mary came out to me when she turned 18.” Mom closed her eyes and sighed. “After dinner that night she came home and had a drink. And then told me she thought she was gay.”

I laughed and told Mom, “Mary was never gay Mom. I can tell you that for sure.”

“How do you know that Eric?”

“Because Mom, Mary and I did the same thing you and I did last night. Quite a bit actually. She’s bi maybe, but definitely not gay. So what happened between you two?”

Mom blushed. “I guess I had a few too many that night and gave her her first time with a woman.”

“That’s kinda hot Mom. So you ended up in bed with her too then?”

Mom nodded again. “How many of your sisters did you do Eric?”

“All of them Mom. They’d turn 18 and we’d go crazy on each other.”

“Really? So Lisa was the first then?”

I nodded. “I heard a buzzing noise one night and Lisa was gasping. So I went to make sure she was ok and found her with one of your vibrators buried inside her. She pulled it out, tossed it aside and I fucked her that night.”

“Damn Eric. So she asked you then?”

I nodded. “She was in my room almost every night Mom doing one thing or another.”

“What about Chris?”

“She was fun. Lisa told her about the fun we had and once she turned 18 she came in wanting to know what rough sex was like.”

“So you showed her. And then Mary of course.”

“Yup.”

“So which was your favorite Eric?”

“So far? You are Mom. You’re incredible, and that’s with you drunk on your ass.”

Mom smiled very slightly. “Did I really call you by your Dad’s name?”

I nodded again. “It was kind of weird, but hey it worked for you and that’s all that counts.”

I could see Mom mulling things over in her head then and a question came to mind.

“Mom, why do you drink so much? I’m not complaining mind you. I’m just curious.”

“I started right after Mary went to school. Unlike you, they don’t seem to want to come home for the summer anymore. And it’s lonely Eric. Really lonely.”

“I get that. My freshman year at college I found out that no one dates freshman. I really do get it Mom.”

An idea had been percolating in my brain for some time at that point, and it seemed to be the right time to ask her opinion.

“What if I switched schools Mom? I could transfer somewhere else, and the nearest college to us that has what I want is only 35 miles from here. I could drive there every day.”

She questioned me about the curriculum, and I told her about it. I told her it had been my first choice to begin with, but she didn’t seem to mind then that I attended a school farther away. So I went to the state university to get the whole college experience.

“The point is Mom, I can be home every night and still going to school. And you’ll have someone here again that needs you. The only question after that is what about this?”

I gestured to both of us barely concealed by the covers. She looked a little surprised by my question and then smiled.

“You don’t really think this is going to happen again do you Eric?”

“Too be honest Mom, I’d love for it to happen as often as you wanted.” I saw the look of shock on her face and explained.

“Look Mom. You’re not only lonely, you’ve got needs that have needed attention for quite a while. Why else would you be fantasizing about Dad? I’ll be home every night now, and I’ll be I’m the same boat simply because all the girls my age are either at college or married already. So why don’t we take care of each other?”

That didn’t convince her, but luckily I had something to add to it.

“Besides all of that Mom, we love each other already. We both know we’re never going to have kids or get married, so why not?”

She looked at me shaking her head in amazement. “Are you telling me Eric that you’re attracted to this old bag of bones?”

“God yes Mom!” I stood up buck naked and went to her side of the bed. Pulling back the covers I told her, “Come with me.”

I led her to the full length mirror in my room and stood behind her. “Look at yourself Mom. Really look at yourself.”

I saw her eyes roam over her body then. “You’ve got amazing tits and wonderful nipples that I could spend days playing with. Then that body tapers down to a narrow waist and back out to an incredible ass. What more could you want?”

I moved then, it stepping in beside her. “And besides, look what you do to me?”

She looked down checking out my rock hard cock. That made her smile and her soft hand reached out and wrapped around my shaft stroking me gently. Finally she said, “You’re right Eric. Why not? Why shouldn’t we make each other happy while you’re living at home?”

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I walk into the pub, it’s a Friday night. We both feel a little old to go to the noisy bars, so the pub will do. We want to see what talent is about and eye up some totty together.

The woman with me is 54. She is very attractive. A divorcee, her kids have flown the nest and she is now discovering herself.

We met online, she is from North London. So meeting in town was the obvious choice. Neither of us have really been on the prowl like this before. We are out for a drink, a laugh, and to see where the night takes us.

The door swings shut behind us, people’s heads turn for a brief second to check out who has walked in. There are same sex couples, and mixed groups sitting and drinking.

I immediately glimps a brunette in a very tight dress. She looks stunning. I elbow my new friend Ange and nod over.

“Wow, I would.” She laughs

I grin “She’d be fun. Look at her skirt and her legs.” We look her over. She’s attractive, she’s also probably unattainable. A girl like her would be high maintenance.

The bar girl comes over and we ask for two house reds. Ange elbows me, “The girl she’s with is bloody fit. She’s younger than my daughter.”

I look back over, I look at the girl in the white dress, she’s now at the bar. Her legs are slim and long. Her breasts are big and fake. Her face is attractive, she has pink fake, full lips. Her eyes, I notice are big a blue. I notice her black choker and think it’s hot.

Quickly I shift me eyes to the table where she was sat. I can’t see the girl who is sat there.

“Blimey, that girl at the bar.” Ange nods. The drinks are now placed down in front of us.

“Anything else, that’s twenty eight pounds please.” The bar girl asks. I shake my head and then grab a twenty and ten from my purse. “Keep the change, honey.” I say and grin at the bar girl.

She takes the money, her hands are soft and small. She bites her nails, and I’m put off. I turn to my friend who turns her attention back to me and hand her a glass.

“Let’s Çeşme Escort see where tonight takes us, cheers.” I say and tap my glass to hers. She smiles encouragingly, “Indeed.”

Ange is beautiful. She is a similar size to me, both physically and her shape. Her breasts are big, I noticed them straight away. Her silver hair has some darker shades naturally running through it, but it is very well styled and not quite shoulder length.

Her dress is red, the v neck plunges to the top of her cleavage, her heels are black and not so high.

She screams stylish, professional and confident. I’m the younger one of us. I’m 38. My brown hair shapes my round face.

I’m wearing a dark trouser suit, and an open blue shirt. My cleavage is eye popping, and my heels are black and add some height to me. My hour glass figure is defined by the cut of my suit jacket.

“Oh, they’re off.” Ange comments, disappointed. “We could grab the snug where they were sitting?”

“They’re a hot couple, but one of them looks angry. The make up sex will be rough.” Ange supposes and sniggers. I grin and I look in the mirror behind the bar to see if I can get a subtle view of the girls.

I take a sip of my wine watching Ange watch them, her eyes are focused. I think about what sex would be like with her. She certainly has an imagination, and seems up for it.

I’m suddenly barged from behind. My glass drops onto the bar. Wine is dripping everywhere. I wasn’t expecting it.

“Excuse me.” I turn to them and apologise. Then, I see her, bridesmaid, she throws me an angry look. I get a pang of anxiety and she storms off.

“I’m really sorry hun. I didn’t see you there.” The sexy girl in the white dress says to me. I notice she looks embarrassed as she aplogises.

The girl, her white dress is delightfully short and tight, is bloody beautiful. She screams lesbian, from her choker and necklace. Her legs are long and toned, her arse is fit and pert. I don’t know why she has gone for the Çeşme Escort Bayan fake look, or why she has done what she’s done to herself. But my word, she’s a stunner.

I feel her looking at me. I think she’s checking me out, I doubt it though.

I prize my eyes from her and look for bridesmaid behind her. The girl in the white dress turns and leaves.

“I’ll be back Ange. It’s nothing to worry about.” I rush my words and follow the girls out. It has to be bridesmaid.

I’m surprised, I was not expecting to see her again, not in my wildest dreams. My stomach churns, her behaviour is off. I know she’s an intelligent girl, bright confident and has a joy for life, she’s also annoying, maybe clingy and stalker like. I blocked her number because of her incessant texts and calls.

I run out of the and call out “Helen.”

She’s standing talking to gorgeous girl in the dress. I notice her drop her hand. She turns to me angrily.

“I can’t believe that you are here. Why?” She asks. I feel her girlfriend looking at me.

“Come on Helen, it’s a free country. I didn’t know you were here.” I tell her.

“You’ve blocked me. I’ve not heard a word from you. You didn’t have to do what you did. You’re spiteful and hurtful.” Bridesmaid says, her anger is building towards me.

I laugh at the accusation she puts to me. I want to hold her, and comfort her, but she’s not mine, I’ve let her go. Seeing her now, I regret what I’ve done to her.

Her girlfriend tries to console her and tries to pull her away.

“I hope you miss this.” She says to me, her temper is subsiding. I look on as she tries to kiss her girlfriend, but she turns her head away and she misses. My heart breaks for her. She’s struggling and I did this to her. I’m wracked with guilt. She should be happy.

I see her girlfriend smile at me, as she turns I plead “Look after her please. She’s not like this. I’ve not seen her like this. Please take care of her.”

The girl shrugs, “I’ve Escort Çeşme only just met her.” I smile at her, I hope for the best for bridesmaid, and I hope this new girl is the person she deserves. I turn and go back to the pub. All eyes are on me as I go back in, and there are whisperings.

“Blimey, what was that about? Did you know them.” Ange looks concerned. Bar towels have been used to dry up the spilled wine and are now screwed up on the bar. Another drink has been placed on the bar. Ange hands me a clean towel to wipe myself down.

Placing the towel on the bar I take the glass, and thank Ange. She points with her head to the bar girl. I look at her and mouth “Thank you.” She smiles and nods in return.

We sit at the table where bridesmaid and her friend had sat in the snug. “A bit of drama!” Ange is pressing to know what happened.

Her face is cute, “Can I fuck you later?” I say. “On my first date!” Ange looks at me and around the bar. “Toilets are just over there.” I look. We smile at each other. “Shall we?” I say. “Come on, why not?” She responds. I’ve not done that before.

We get up leaving some of our belongings at the table with our drinks. I look at the bar, and the girl looks over and nods as if knowing what we are up to.

With a crash we enter the cubicle and lock it behind us. I smash Ange into the wall and kiss her hard a passionately. I lift her skirt up with urgency, she helps raking it up her legs.

I see her stocking tops and her white smooth thighs. I yank her pants down, I’m impressed with them, sexier than I’d expected. Ange spits on her hand and rubs it between her legs. I delicately suck my middle finger and reach down for her cunt.

We look at each other intently, I move my finger between her pussy lips, they are shaved and clear. I’m impressed some more. I force my palm against her hard clit and finger her quickly and passionately. She moans into my mouth, she’s enjoying this, I’m enjoying this.

She rubs herself against my working hand. I grope her big tits as I finger fuck her. She moans some more and I feel her cum. We kiss and hug.

“Let’s get back to our drinks.” She says. “We can continue this later.” She kisses me again. We head back to our table, and notice people watching us.

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Marrying His Naughty Sisters

April 3rd, 2027 — Detective Nelson Tucker

“Thank you for meeting with us,” my partner, Detective Sunny Savage said. “We really appreciate it.”

“Anything to help out the police,” said the black-haired, green-eyed young woman when she opened the door to her home. She had a bright smile on her face, though there was that nervousness that most people had with cops. In the background, a small child darted past in a superhero cape. “Come in, come in.”

Sunny went in first, keeping that patient smile on her face, her brown hair cut short. At twenty-three, she was young to be a detective, but she was sharp. Had good instincts. Her eyes darted around, noting the wedding photo on the wall of Becky and a young man who looked barely out of college in it.

Becky led them through the house, giving a sigh at the spill of legos across the floor. “Eddie, you can’t leave your legos lying around!”

The young boy, this Eddy, didn’t answer.

She sighed and shook her head. “Sorry.”

I shrugged. “It’s okay.”

We were led back to a kitchen table and Becky immediately offered us glasses of iced tea. It took a few minutes to get her settled. I had my legal pad out. Sunny put out a tape recorder and hit play on it. “This is Detective Savage with Detective Nelson interviewing Becky Yates on April 3rd, 2027.”

“So, what’s this about?” Becky asked as she sat nervously at her table. She had her elbows resting on a padded, blue placemat, her iced tea cupped in both hands, condensation running down the outline. “Not sure why the police need to talk to me.”

“We’re investigating a murder that happened in June of 2023,” I told her, using a cover story. We wanted to be discrete so no chance of Clint getting warned and not to poison the well and lead Becky into the story we want.

Sometimes, to be helpful, eyewitnesses to crimes a few years old would start to misremember or manufacture memories to fit what we looked for. The older something happened, the easier it was for a person’s memories to change. Not consciously, but memories were not accurate at all.

“A murder,” Becky gasped. “Oh, my. In 2023.” Her brows furrowed. “I can’t think how I could be a help in that.”

“It happened near the Sun Bright B&B on June 24th,” Sunny said. “You were catering the Elliston-Hiragawa wedding that day.”

She gasped, her face going pale. “Oh, no. Really?”

“We’re hoping if you saw anything strange. Any unusual activities during the ceremony. Anything that didn’t belong.”

“Strange?” She bit her lower lip. “I don’t think so. It was a pretty normal wedding. My husband was the videographer. He should still have the raw footage he took of the ceremony.”

“Really?” I asked, my heart pounding fast.

“Oh, yes,” I said, smiling at him. “That’s one of the services I offer. You know, get as much of the wedding stuff ‘in house’ as they call it. Offer package deals. I’m also a florist and a wedding planner. I try to do it all.”

Casually, I said, “Could we see that.”

“Let me call him and get it for you,” she said brightly.

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June 24th, 2023 — Becky Yates

The public ceremony was over, and I was eager for the private one. No filming this. The kids, including my toddler Eddie, were collected up by a few volunteers. I squirmed beside my brother, clinging to him. I couldn’t help glancing down at my wedding ring.

We had the ceremony, but it wasn’t an official one. Obviously, California wouldn’t let us marry. But we had the same last name. We introduced ourselves to everyone like we were married, and they never suspected anything. Why would they? Brothers and sisters didn’t fake getting married. Things like that weren’t supposed to happen.

But they did.

And now Clint Elliston was marrying not one but two of his sisters, including the one that had brought my brother and me together. Melody, back when we were in college, had seduced my brother and me into incest. There were some misunderstandings, my brother thinking Melody was into him and there were this kiss and a fight, but that was years ago. Melody and Clint had worked out their little rough patch while Tim and I had become lovers.

The B&B was owned by a politician, Representative Natasha Murphy, and she was someone else who knew the joys of incest. She found it with her son a few years ago. This was a safe place for our sort of people to hold weddings. No one would ever talk about what happened here.

My naked breasts rose and fell as my excitement built and built. I couldn’t help but stroke Tim’s cock. My brother had the same black hair and green eyes as me. He was a tall guy who still had that lean, swimmers build. My hand lightly pumped up and down his dick, keeping him hard as we waited for the “real” ceremony to begin.

We weren’t the only ones naked. Everyone was. Nearby, Mr. Umayyah sat with his wife, daughter, and stable of whores he ran. Leyla sat on her daddy’s lap, probably impaled on his cock. Their youngest son, Jalal sat with Didim Escort his wife, Kimmy. She was pregnant with their second kid, her belly swollen. It might not be his. He liked to pimp her out and watch her get naughty under his command.

Beyond them sat an old man I didn’t know. He had a young girl, in her early twenties, leashed and collared and kneeling before him. She sucked on his cock like an obedient daughter-slave. The Reenburgs sat in front of us, Sean with his wife and sister between him, his dad sitting nearby, eternally cucked by his son. The Wilsons were on my right, Jenny and her mother cuddled up to James, who had his hand between his mother’s and sister’s thighs, fingering them.

The air brimmed in anticipation. Clint and his sisters had transformed the campus, student body, and faculty. The Campo sisters sat up front, the older Carmelita leashed and collared. The Mihara twins, not wearing their Shinto robes like during the “official” ceremony, knelt naked before the altar, their petite, Japanese bodies composed. Their mother, and lover, sat in the audience.

Clint and his best man, Coach Young, were waiting up there along with two grooms, friends of Clint from college. All of them had learned incest from Clint, mentored into fucking daughters, like Coach Young, or sisters or mothers. It was all so exciting.

I tightened my grip on my brother’s cock.

The wedding party appeared. Alicia came out as the flower girl. She still looked girlish despite being a year older than me. She wore a pink, satin ribbon around her waist and had her hair in pigtails. She spread flowers as she moved up the aisle, beaming in delight. When she reached Clint, standing naked and muscular, she fell to her knees and kissed his cock.

Then she scampered out of the way, giggling.

The bridesmaids appeared, Clint’s other sisters. Zoey took the lead, her heavy breasts jiggling as she strutted with the sort of unconcerned grace of a woman used to stripping nude for the crowds. She had her arm hooked with Stefani, her girlfriend and lover.

Then came Lee, her hands bound behind her back by silk ribbons. She had clamps on her nipples and clit, each dangling the golden bands for the wedding rings. They glinted and swung as she took stately steps forward. I swear, I caught a glimpse of a butt plug nestled in her crack. You couldn’t tell from how she walked.

And then entered the brides. Pam and Melody, side by side. They wore white corsets that lifted their round breasts into a pair of jiggling mounds, nipples hard. Pam had the olive-tinge of an East Asian girl, her nipples dark-brown while Melody’s were a soft pink. They had thigh-high stockings and their pussies looked freshly shaved. They held flowers in their hands, whites and pinks. They moved with solemn grace, their veils covering their faces.

“Oh, this is going to be beautiful,” I whispered to my brother, so happy for Melody. She made this all happen with my brother and me. She helped Tim see me as a woman and not his bratty, little sister.

I wanted to mount his cock right here and now. I wanted to ride him and feel his cum in me.

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Clinton “Clint” Elliston II

My two brides looked gorgeous. This was the real ceremony. The official one where I married just Pam had come and gone. Legally, she was already my wife, but she didn’t feel like it. Not yet. Not when Melody couldn’t be included for the dumbest of reasons.

Now my sister-brides were approaching me. My cock throbbed at how beautiful they were. They seemed to float to me. All our friends and family were here, our mother-slaves sitting in the front row, naked like our audience. The influence I’d been building for the last few years was growing. Several powerful men and women were in the audience, introduced to incest through various methods.

A few more years, and the real work would begin.

It was hard to think about that with my sister brides taking their slow steps towards me while the wedding march played. They both smiled beneath their veils, Melody’s eyes looking liquid. Her bouquet trembled while Pam’s held steady. Pam had shaved for the occasions, and both their pussy lips gleaming, looking delicious. Their nipples hard. I just wanted to hug them both.

Then they were at me, handing off their flowers to Zoey and Stefani before they took my hands. They didn’t have our father here to give them away, which seemed like such a shame. I pulled them to me, Pam on my right, Melody on my left. They both reached down and grabbed my cock. They stroked up and down it, big smiles on their lips.

The Mihara twins both stood naked and regal. They were Shinto priestesses and performed all the spiritual weddings for those in the incest lifestyle. Their religion didn’t care about that sort of thing. They both had big grins on their identical faces. Their black hair fell down their backs, their small breasts perky, dark-brown nipples hard.

I could tell them apart only by how they acted. Kimiko, older by ten minutes, was the Didim Escort Bayan dominant of the two sisters. Minako held herself with a subservient air, not standing quite as straight, her arms behind her back the way a slave should stand, eyes a little downcast.

“We call upon Izanagi and Izanami to bless this wicked matrimony,” Kimiko said, her English nearly perfect, only slightly accented. I was glad their mother had come to America to work. Thanks to the powerful friends I made, I got them green cards and they were all working towards citizenship.

The two Mihara twins fell to their knees before me. Identical faces came together, slanted eyes staring up at me with hunger and passion. Melody and Pam gripped my cock, holding it out to the priestesses’ lips in offering.

“We accept this gift from the groom,” Kimiko moaned and then licked at my cock.

“A gift of his seed to shower us in his virility,” Minako whimpered. Then her tongue darted across the tip of my cock.

This was a departure from the ceremony, but the Mihara twins were honorary members of my harem. Like the Campo sisters. They could come and play with us whenever they wanted. I groaned, loving the way the twins’ tongues danced across my cock.

Behind me, moans came from the watchers. They were naked, free to love each other however they wanted. Some were monogamous with their incestuous partner or families, others were more free with their delight, sharing with those they love. The sounds of sucking, grunts and groans, the smack of flesh on flesh echoed.

Love was being shared.

My sisters’ naked breasts rubbed on my arms as the Mihara twins polished the tip of my cock with their hungry tongues. They licked out the precum, their eyes staring up at me with submissive lust. They ached to please me.

They sucked on the edges of my cock. They nibbled, lips soft and delicious. Their tongues slid out and around my dick. The pleasure felt incredible. I groaned, my dick twitching in my sisters’ soft hands.

“Mmm, just cum all over their faces, stud,” Melody whispered beside me. “Paint those little Shinto whores with your jizz.”

“Yes, yes, paint Minako’s face with your spunk, Master,” moaned Minako. She always referred to herself in the third person. “And upon Minako’s sister.”

“Coat us both, Master,” Kimiko whimpered. Then she sucked right on the tip, her pink lips wrapped around my dick.

Pleasure shot down my cock. I groaned as it twitched in her mouth. My balls swelled with my cum. She bobbed her mouth down my cock and brushed Pam’s fingers. Then she slid back up and popped off at the pinnacle.

Eager Minako darted forward and engulfed my cock, bobbing down my length. She sucked hard on the way up, my balls twitching and throbbing. Her mouth plopped off and Kimiko engulfed me. She sucked with hunger, bobbing twice. Teasing me.

“Lucky you,” purred Pam. “How many grooms get blowjobs from twins on their wedding day?”

“Not enough,” I panted. “Especially not when they’re cute, Japanese twins.”

“God, they are cute,” Melody hissed. “So cum all over their faces. Paint them, stud. I want to see them dripping with jizz the entire time.”

“Getting there,” I panted as Minako’s hungry mouth slid up and down my cock, her cheeks hollowing.

PLOP!

Then Kimiko had my dick in her mouth. The pleasure shot down my shaft as the twins passed my dick back and forth. They shared it with zeal, pleasing me, sucking hard and fast. The pleasure swelled and swelled in my nuts.

I couldn’t last long. Not with everyone watching. My chest rose and fell. I groaned as the pleasure hit that wonderful peak in me. The Mihara twins’ sucking pulled me to the edge. My dick twitched in my sister’s hands.

“Get ready,” Melody moaned.

“Cum on Minako’s and Kimiko’s faces,” moaned the submissive twin.

“Yes, yes, flood us, Master,” whimpered Kimiko. “Coat us.”

“Coat them,” Pam moaned and fisted my cock. She stroked up to the edge, brushing the crown soaked in the twins’ saliva.

“Fuck!” I groaned and erupted.

My jizz splattered the two twins’ faces. Ropy lines of my spunk painted across their pale-olive features. They both moaned, tongues thrusting out of their lips to gather any spunk that might land on them. My dick twitched and throbbed as Pam aimed my spurting dick.

The pleasure slammed through me. Hard and fast. My balls emptied in moments, leaving me gasping and panting, my fingers tingling from the rapture. My chest rose and fell as my cum dribbled down the twins’ faces.

“Thank you for this wonderful gift,” said Kimiko as she and her sister stood with grace, their small titties jiggling. “The gods are pleased with your offering.”

“As are Minako and Kimiko,” added the younger twin, such joy in her eyes.

Minako then went into her wedding ceremony again. It was different from a Western wedding. Lots of blessings were said and sake sipped out of a ceremonial cup. Three times my brides and I drank the rice wine.

A scroll was Escort Didim brought out that had my vows written on it. In Shinto, only the man made vows and then both he and the bride (or brides) signed scroll. It had the words written out in calligraphy, painted on in sweeping brush strokes to look as beautiful as Japanese characters painted in the same fashion. The Mihara twins held it while I clutched my brides’ hands.

The words came from my heart. “I, Clint Elliston II, swear to love, protect, and defend my sister-brides, Melody and Pam, and the rest of our family.” My thumbs slid over their fingers, brushing their engagement bands, the pink diamond on Pam’s, the clear on Melody’s. “To care for them always. To put their needs ahead of my own. We are flesh and blood united together to form something beautiful, something that I will cherish until my dying breath. Nothing shall keep me from loving you both. No law. No decree of men. No outdated morality. The rest of the world may call our love wrong, but I will never agree.”

Tears brimmed in both their eyes. I squeezed their hands, wanting to say more, to proclaim all these feelings inside of me. They were so complex, this love for my sisters. I was lucky to have them. To have all my women. I wish I could marry my entire harem. To legally call them my brides.

Behind us, passionate moans burst with the applause.

With a brush, we signed our names on the scroll.

“Izanagi and Izanami were the first gods to ever marry,” Kimiko said, her voice sterling. “They have heard your vows, Clinton Elliston. Let these gifts be tokens of your vows, the rings to symbolize the never-ending unity of your triumvirate marriage.”

Lee darted up, her hands bound, the butt plug humming away in her asshole. Pussy juices gleamed. The three clamps pinched her nipples and clit, the gold wedding bands swaying, the heavier dangling from her bud.

I yanked the first clamp off her right nipple. Lee gave a whimper of delight, her pink nipple slowly engorging, the impression of the jaws vanishing. I removed the ring and replaced the clamp. Then I seized Melody’s hand. She was the oldest of the three of us, if only by a few months.

“You’re mine, Melody,” I said. “I’ve wanted to do this since we were ten.”

“I thought you just wanted to fuck my brains out, stud,” she said, low so only my sisters could hear.

Pam giggled. Lee had a huge grin on her elfin face.

“And I already did that,” I said, sliding the ring on her finger, pressing it against her engagement band.

Then I yanked the clamp off Lee’s left nipple. She shuddered and whimpered and trembled then sighed as I replaced it on her abused nub. Her brown eyes had a glossy gleam to them. A naughty shimmer that matched the way she wiggled back and forth.

I took Pam’s finger. “I wish I’d known you as long as Melody. That you could have been a part of our family from the beginning, but I’m glad I found you.”

“My mom found her,” Melody said.

I gave her a look. She answered with a playful smile.

“I’m glad you found me, too,” said Pam. “No matter how it happened or how much like Lee Melody is.”

Melody gave a mock gasp of shock. Lee giggled.

I slipped the wedding ring onto Pam’s finger for the second time today. But this time it felt right. Official. Melody was here. Our true wedding. The one that counted in our hearts. Not the public one where we had to pretend that I had just married Pam while I lied about my love for Melody.

“Now,” Melody said. She ripped the clamp off Lee’s clit.

My sex slave sister gasped and quivered, her perky tits jiggling. Her hips humped the air and her face squeezed shut. I knew when she fought an orgasm. More pussy juices trickled down her thighs while Melody removed the ring then replaced the clamp.

“Oh, god,” Lee groaned, her entire body trembling. She shifted on her feet. “Master?”

“No cumming,” I told her. “It’s not your day.”

“Yes, Master,” she whimpered, the chains dangling from her clamped nubs swaying.

Melody and Pam both gripped my thicker wedding band and took my hands. “Well, stud, you did it. Bagged two sisters.”

“Big old perv,” Pam said, smiling. “I was so innocent until along came your family.”

“Our family,” Melody said.

“You awakened me to my true destiny,” Pam said with pride. “Fate brought us together for a reason. I’m eager to find it out.”

“We both love you,” added Melody. “Because we’re both just as big a perv as you are. We’re going to keep having naughty fun. Oh, the things I’m going to do to you.”

I grinned.

They slipped the wedding ring on my finger. It slid over my knuckle and felt cool against my skin. It glinted gold. I’d never worn a ring before. It felt strange. Important. I smiled as my thumb played with it.

“I’m going to hold you to that,” I told Melody.

“Me, too,” Pam said as the pair then moved close to me, hugging me. Lee stumbled out of the way so the ceremony continued.

“In the names of Izanagi and Izanami, I declare you, Clinton Elliston, wed to these women. Pam Hiragawa and Melody Elliston are shorn from their families and bound to yours. The white they wear is the promise to be dyed in your traditions. To become your family without reservation. Kiss your brides. Love your brides!”

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JOGGING

This happened a few years ago. I liked to keep in shape back then. I wanted to keep my figure and had worked to regain my muscle tone and flat stomach after I had a baby. I would jog a couple of miles per day, often I would drive about fifteen minutes to a state park and run for a couple of hours. My husband was at work and the kid was at day-care, so I would have the days to myself.

I would usually run a trail for a few miles and then do some stretching exercises and then run back. The trails were not crowded during the week. Usually, it was me and one or two other people running the trail. There was one good-looking guy who ran most days. We didn’t know each other and would nod as we passed each other. He seemed to have a similar routine to mine.

One nice fall Wednesday, I was doing my run and noticed that the good-looking guy was running the same trail about fifty yards behind me. I wondered if he was focused on his running of if he was looking at my ass as we ran. I was wearing my usual outfit of a sweatsuit, with a crop top and running shorts underneath.

I got to the top of the trail and stopped to begin my stretching exercises. Diyarbakır Escort The guy stopped a few yards away as he had often done. I was hot, so I took off my sweat shirt, revealing my crop top. I didn’t think anything of it when he removed his sweatshirt too. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt that showed off his muscular arms. When I took off my sweatpants, I noticed that he matched me by removing his. He was in running shorts too. I smiled and laughed at him and he responded in kind.

Next, I noticed that he was matching the exercises that I did. It was sort of flirty and fun and I was in a good mood. When he took off his shoes and socks, I decided to do the same.

I thought that would be the end of it, but he took off his t-shirt to display his muscular and well-tanned chest. He looked like a lifeguard, very impressive body. I decided to play along and I took off my crop top but still had on my sports bra. He smiled and nodded to me, that it was my turn to lead. It was a silly game but I kept going. I took off my running shorts and stood there in my sports-bra and my thong underwear. The guy could see my ass and Diyarbakır Escort Bayan my nipples were poking through the material of my bra.

It was his turn and he kept the match going by dropping his running shorts. All he had on was a jock strap. I had my bra and thong. He moved a bit closer and I smiled which he took to mean it was okay.

I nodded and laughed that it was his turn, expecting him to quit rather than strip completely. He surprised me by taking off his jock strap and nodding back at me. Oh shit, I thought. I should quit, but that wouldn’t be fair and I’m competitive by nature so I took off my thong. I have a nice furry pussy and some pretty cunt lips which he could clearly see as he walked a bit closer. I laughed at him and he laughed back.

He said, “This isn’t fair, you are still dressed.” I gave him a sassy smile and pulled my sports-bra over my head. I stood before him nude. He clearly was enjoying what he was seeing as evidenced by his hardening cock. It was a nice specimen and he looked particularly sexy with his toned, muscled body and his nice smooth prick.

Without saying a word, he moved Escort Diyarbakır toward me and put his arms around me and kissed me. I kissed back. I was in the moment and wasn’t thinking of my husband or anything else as we embraced. We lowered ourselves to the ground and I reclined with his chest pressed into mine. We didn’t say anything, but looked into each other’s eyes with pure passion. He mounted me and slid his cock between my legs. My pussy was wet, so he slid right into my vagina. He gently, but firmly pumped his cock in and out of me. I wrapped my legs around him to hold him in me. We kissed and attacked each other eagerly as we fucked. His cock felt so good inside me. It was a bit bigger that I was used to. It was really affecting me and I had and orgasm. My body tensed as I came. I was squeezing his cock as it was moving inside me and I pulled the cum from him. He shot a load inside me. I could feel the warm fluid gushing into me.

He kissed me and then he stood up. He said, “I’m Dennis.” I said, “I’m Penny.” Without another word, we both got dressed and he took off on his return run. It took me a few minutes to catch my breath and then I started to run too.

I’m not sure what happened to Dennis. I never saw him again. It must’ve been his last day there and he did what he had fantasized about while he was watching my ass as I ran ahead of him. I always have a good memory when I stop for my stretching exercises during my run. It jogs my memory.

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After that Saturday morning with Drew for the first time in my life, I felt a connection with another man that I never felt before. Drew and I text and made plans for that coming Thursday when his wife worked again, it was a long week waiting to see him.

Thursday finally arrived and I made sure to leave work early to get home and shower and get to his place as we planned for 5:30. I arrived at his house and he greeted me wearing a robe as he has just gotten out of the shower, as soon as I was thru the door we were in each other’s arms and kissing. I quickly undid the robe as I fell to my knees taking his cock in my mouth as I sucked him up against his front door. And like the previous encounter, I sucked him until he blew in my mouth with me swallowing it all. As I got up he smiled and made the comment he was on to me blowing him 1st so he fucks me longer, and he kissed me and said he loves it.

He then took me down to his finished basement where we can fuck tonight, not wanting to do it in the bedroom with the wife coming home soon and him not cleaning. Once down there he removed his robe and I removed my clothes, he sucked my cock for a couple of minutes before I stopped him grabbed a rubber he had down there already and lube, and fucked him on his couch. I jerked off earlier in the day so I was able to fuck him for a while in a couple of different positions. I must have fucked him for about 30 minutes before exploding in that rubber buried in his ass. As I pulled out and removed the rubber we shared a very passionate kiss, as he told me it was snow my turn.

I took his cock in my mouth for about 2 minutes getting him nice and hard again, as I grabbed the rubber from him and placed it on his cock. He then applied the lube to both of us while I begged him to fuck me as he placed me on my knees on his couch. He then fucked me good and hard for a while, until we changed positions and then I rode him facing him sitting on the couch as we kissed until he came.

Once he came we just stayed locked in this position kissing, neither one of us wanting to move for a couple of minutes. Finally, we got up, dressed cleaned, and went upstairs and had a drink. He walked me to the door and we kissed goodbye until Çorum Escort the next time.

Drew is all I thought about, his wife didn’t work that Saturday so we couldn’t see each other until Thursday again a whole week from our last encounter. I thought about inviting him to my place but I couldn’t it was weird I know but it was what it was. We text each other throughout the week which was nice about general things and about sex and had plans for Thursday again. On Thursday afternoon, I received a text from Drew he had to cancel because of a work obligation he had to stay in the office for. I understood but was upset, I was horny for him and wanted to be with him. He was very apologetic and I told him it was ok, but he said he would make it up to me on Saturday. Friday night he sent a text confirming I was good to come over Saturday morning at 8:15, which I was, and like the previous Saturday encounter, he told me to not shower he wants to wash me. He then finished the text and said this encounter will be all about me.

I arrived at his house at 8:15 and he greeted me naked, as I walked in we shared a passionate kiss. I could smell that he showered already which was sexy, and as usual, I went to go down to blow him but he stopped me saying not today this was all about me. He then removed my clothes in front of the door and led me upstairs, as we walked thru the bedroom he had the curtains closed keeping the bedroom dark but candles all over the place for a romantic setting. We made our way into the bathroom and into the shower where he would wash me very sexy. We kissed a lot, and he also fingered me driving me nuts. he then had me lay on his bench and he sucked my cock making me come hard in his mouth. after coming he washed my cock more driving me nuts and keeping me hard, as we got out and dried off.

Once we dried off he led me to the bedroom laying me on my stomach on the bed. He grabbed some sort of lotions and started to massage me, taking his time, it felt so good and sexy. He must have done this for a while before I felt him start rimming my ass really driving me crazy. He ate my ass for a while before he replaced his tongue with fingers making me moan loud. My ass was raised off Çorum Escort Bayan the bed and I was on my knees as he was fingering me well driving me nuts.

He then flipped me over on my back rubbing my front but not touching my cock teasing the hell out of me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I finally said I need you in me already, and I could tell he wanted me also. He grabbed the lube that was on the bed and lubed me up, he then went to put the rubber on when I stopped him and said no. He looked at me and as I looked in his eyes I said I want to feel you in me as you are, your bare cock in me. He just looked at me as he applied some lube to his bare cock. As he started to push his uncovered cock into me I looked at him and told him to make love to me. No more words were said as he slid his cock into me and we made love. We kissed and looked into the eyes of each other until he came in my ass and I came in between our stomachs from the passion of the lovemaking.

Once we both came we just continued to kiss until he went limp and slipped out of my ass. He had a towel on the bed from the massage he was giving me that he used to clean us up with, and then laid next to me as we held each other. We didn’t say anything for almost 10 minutes, I lay there thinking about what had just happened. I asked a guy to fuck me, I mean make love to me and come in me for the first time and I am not regretting it. Drew was the first one to talk and said so that just happened as we laughed together, and then had a quick kiss. Drew then said he wasn’t seeing any other guys and didn’t want to see any other guys and in fact, he removed the Grindr app. I told him I did also and wasn’t seeing anyone else either.

We lay there talking about all different kinds of things until Drew was hard again. I wanted to fuck him since he fucked me but he said no this was my day, and he was ready to fuck me now. I got on all fours and with the cum in my ass he was able to slide right in and fuck me. And fuck me he did for a while in many different positions, I don’t care what I heard over the years but the feeling of an uncovered cock compared to a covered cock is no comparison. I believe we fucked for 45 minutes until Escort Çorum he came for the second time deep in my ass, and I was loving the feeling. I didn’t come this round and Drew started to blow me until I stopped him, and said to him this was all about me correct and he said yes. I then told him well what I want is for us to go in your shower and sit down on the bench while you ride my bare cock in your ass until I cum. I remember the look in his eyes as we hopped off the bed and made our way into the shower.

Once in the shower, we kissed until I sat down and he sat on me taking my bare cock for the 1st time in his ass and riding my cock. The excitement of my bare cock for the first time in an ass uncovered made me come after 5 minutes coming for a second time that morning deep in his ass as I held him down and he turned his head kissing me very passionately.

We got out dried off cleaned up the bedroom and then walked downstairs naked where my clothes were so I could dress. We had another passionate kiss before I left. That night as I had a cocktail and thought about my morning comparing it against the morning two weeks prior I was wrong because this day was the most amazing sex I ever had.

That Thursday Drew and I saw each other again, it was a quick trip where we blew each other and I fucked him only based on our time, and no more rubbers. We continued to text, and I would see him the following Thursday again this time a little longer where we both were able to fuck each other this time.

I was able to see him that Saturday again since his wife worked, and like on previous Saturdays I would go over at 8:15 we would shower, and then we would have sex. But like two weeks prior it was passionate again and we made love to each other taking turns making love to each other with me doing him for a bit then him doing me, with this back and forth before we even came for the first time. This was very hot, and another first for us. Afterward, as we lay there Drew said I love my wife and I am not looking to mess up things in that department but I have feelings for you. I felt something in me because I think I was feeling something for him and came out and said it to him as we kissed and then talked about it. I told him I respect he doesn’t want to mess up things with his wife but there is something between us that I never felt with another man and I like it, and he agreed. We agreed to take it slow keep this discreet and then we made love again.

Where was this going?

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[Recap: Anya wants to learn how to top Jen so with Henry’s help they’ve concocted Mistress X, an online domme profile, played by Anya in black latex. After arranging for Jen to meet her fantasy Mistress in the flesh, they think the game is finally over, but instead Jen wants to become Mistress X’s slave. Henry and Anya are left with one final desperate roll of the dice to save their relationship.

You can read ‘The Monogamists’ for the backstory if you want to find out how Henry, Jen and Anya met.]

ANGELS ON SHOULDERS, AGAINST THE DEVIL HERSELF

Jen and I were on the balcony, leaning on the rail and catching up on what had happened in our days, when Anya found us. She smiled at us both and held up her phone.

“That was Tana,” she said.

“Everything okay?” Jen asked.

“She’s having a rough time. The little terror isn’t sleeping. She sounds at her wits end.”

Anya joined us at the balcony rail. “Would you mind if I went over there for the weekend?”

“Sure,” I said, “If you think it would help your sister. When would you leave?”

“I was thinking Friday night,” Anya replied.

“Ah shit.”

“What?”

“It doesn’t matter. I was gonna go out with the guys and leave you two to a romantic evening,” I said. “Danny was going to drag us to the casino.”

Jen piped up, “You can still go. I don’t mind.”

“It would be a real late finish,” I said.

Jen stood up and crossed her arms. “I don’t need babysitting. Go and enjoy yourself. I’ll just chill here.”

She flashed us both a dazzling smile, her cheeks dimpled.

“Okay,” I conceded. Anya nodded agreement. It was done; we’d scripted the scenario and Jen had leapt at the chance. She now had a perfect window of opportunity on Friday night and wouldn’t have to tell either of us anything.

—

I kissed Jen and headed out the door, Anya following with her little travel suitcase.

“Don’t blow your wad,” Jen cautioned me as I left. I just waved and scooped up Anya’s luggage for her.

Once we were outside, we ground to a halt.

“What time is it?” Anya asked.

“Six thirty,” I replied.

Anya doubled over suddenly.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she wheezed.

I dropped into a crouch next to her and wrapped an arm around her waist. When she straightened up, her lovely face was grey and drawn.

“Henry, I don’t think I can do this,” she gasped. I could see tears in her eyes.

I knew there was nothing I could say, so I wrapped her in a hug and held her, standing out on the kerb in front of our home.

Finally, I disengaged and took her face in my hands.

“If there’s anyone who can do this, it’s you,” I said. “You’re the planner in the team, and we’ve rehearsed it all.”

My hands drifted down to take hers. Anya looked at me for a long time, but there was nothing more to say. Either Jen would choose her Mistress tonight or us. By tonight, we would know if we all still had a future together.

Finally, she said, “Let’s get it over with.”

—

I sat in the hotel bar, ensconced in a quiet corner with a view of the main doors. I had located a power point to plug my phone into. On the little screen, I could see a figure fussing with a small suitcase.

“How you going?” I said into the headset, “Testing.”

The screen showed an empty room, suddenly eclipsed by a slick, black mid-riff. The body dropped down and a pair of gorgeous, full, glossy black orbs descended into the frame. I felt my cock twitch involuntarily in my trousers. A face came into view, close up, filling the screen. Shiny black latex, unreal blue eyes and a slash of crimson red lipstick, but otherwise featureless, expressionless and inhuman.

“I can hear you,” said a sultry voice with a lilting French accent.

“How’re you feeling, though?” I repeated.

“Nervous,” the voice replied, “Weird. Angry and horny. Henry, I’m all over the place. Wearing this makes me so turned on, but then I think about Jen and I just get….”

Anya broke off her sentence and just clenched her fists. She stepped back from the camera until I could see a full body shot. Anya had insisted on a new purchase, an expensive full body latex catsuit. The tight, slick material shaped and moulded her already gorgeous proportions, pulling her bottom into a gleaming black pillow and lifting and shaping her breasts into shiny domes. With the hood on and the blonde fake ponytail emerging from behind the glossy black head, Anya was completely unrecognisable.

“Am I fuckable?” she asked.

“The truth?” I asked.

The glossy black statue nodded emphatically, making the fake blonde ponytail bounce.

“If it was me in the room, I would fuck Mistress X in a heartbeat if she wanted me to.”

One glossy black arm inched down her sleek, shiny torso until her hand was hovering over the zip to her crotch. The fingers danced there for a moment, tracing the pussy lips beneath the slick, black latex.

“That’s just the thing Henry. I would never, but she might just let you,” Anya replied.

I felt the blood rush to Didim Escort my groin. Anya was not into men; our relationship worked because we were both into Jen. Even the three of us naked together, I had never so much as run a hand over her, or she me. I began to contemplate what it would feel like, my eyes fixed on her latex-clad fingers slowly circling the shiny black material covering her slit. I could see now how Mistress X, the fantasy figure that we had concocted for Jen, had come to mean something to all of us. She was beginning to seduce all of us, a fourth person in our lives. It was certainly changing Anya’s character, transforming her from the diminutive, shy, organised, slightly neurotic dynamo in our lives into a sleek, assured, in-control dominant for Jen to worship and fantasise over.

More than that, her words told me that she was falling as deeply into this dominant persona as Jen was into her submissive one, two black holes spiralling in towards each other. A little voice in my head was telling me that this was a mistake, but I didn’t listen. I should have.

There was movement in the foyer, and I looked up from the screen. Jen had come through the doors and was making her way to the reception. She had a jacket wrapped around her that stopped at mid-thigh, showing off her long, sleek, sculpted legs. She stood at the desk in her highest stiletto heels, asking for a keycard, her feel elevated almost to tiptoes, shaping her calves and showing off her toned runner’s legs. It did nothing to help my raging hard-on, and the thought crossed my mind of just following her up to the room and pressing both women onto the bed. The little voice in my head went into overdrive.

Jen picked up the keycard and walked out of my field of view, stilettos clicking on the polished stone floor.

“Heads up,” I said.

The figure on the screen was suddenly in motion, rearranging the suitcase slightly, smoothing down the sheets on the bed.

“How does she look?”

“Achingly fuckable. I nearly intervened.”

“Easy tiger. What’s she wearing?”

“That short jacket of hers.”

“It’s good that you didn’t intervene then. I had her come here dressed in that jacket and nothing else.”

“What?”

“She’s completely naked underneath.”

The thought of unbuttoning her jacket in the middle of the foyer to reveal Jen’s pert breasts and smooth, waxed pussy came unbidden into my mind. I should have released the pressure valve before I arrived. Too late now.

The figure on the screen walked out of frame and I was left with an empty scene. The camera angle showed curtains covering floor-to-ceiling glass windows on the righthand side and a king-size bed to the left of frame, looking up from the foot of the bed, and a space in between where the table and chair had been pushed back against the wall to create a little stage for tonight’s performance.

The black latex figure strode into view from the left, followed by a second figure in a short jacket and towering heels. I felt the nerves buzzing in my stomach.

Mistress X wheeled Jen around so that I had a side view of both women: Mistress X with her back to the window and Jen with her back to the bed. Each woman contemplated the other silently for a few moments.

Mistress X broke the silence, her voice lilting in a soft French accent. “Before we begin, you need to understand this. Against my better judgement, I have decided to take you as a slave. I do not do this thing, ever, and I have often wondered to myself why. When you messaged me, it forced me to think about why, again.”

Mistress X paused for effect, her hands settling on the smooth, shiny curves of her hips.

“I was concerned about the impact,” she continued, “Not to my subject; she would have little or no choice by the time I was done conditioning her, I would quite easily and happily reduce her to my mindless fucktoy and not think any more of it. No, I was concerned about what I would do to me.”

Mistress X reached out with a hand and began to unbutton Jen’s jacket.

“The temptation of having a living human being under my complete control,” she said, flicking another button.

“The ability to unleash my darkest fantasies.” Another button.

“Finally, not needing to hold myself back.” The final button.

“To leave the comfort blanket of consent and safewords behind, and mould another person permanently to my deepest desires.” She slipped the jacket from Jen’s shoulders, and it fell to the floor.

“I never considered what it would do to her, since it’s obvious that she would become my unresisting toy,” she stepped closer to Jen. “But the questions is what I would do if I had everything I ever wanted.”

Her hand reached out to caress Jen’s breasts. I could see her nipples were standing firm on the soft curve of her chest.

“And then you came along.”

She leaned forwards and kissed Jen on the lips, a slow, tender kiss. Her fingers traced down Jen’s body until the latex fingers grazed her clit. Jen, now completely naked save for Didim Escort Bayan her heels, shivered.

“The question is, are you really ready to leave your old life behind? Your life with your husband? Are you ready to let me shape you into a mindless toy, responding only for my pleasure?”

Jen swallowed and licked her lips. “Yes Mistress.”

“We will see. Let’s start with something easy for you.”

Mistress X walked over to the suitcase and retrieved a small bottle and a cloth. She handed both to Jen.

“Polish me,” she said.

Jen took the cloth and tipped a quantity of the liquid into it as Mistress X turned around to present her back to Jen.

“Start here,” she said.

Jen applied the cloth in slow, circular motions, applying the liquid to the black material, polishing Mistress X’s body until she was coated in a deep, glossy shine. Jen worked her way over the pert, heavenly buttocks until they were slick and featureless. She worked her way down one leg, applying more liquid as she went, and then up the other until Mistress X’s lower body was slick, reflecting the room lights like a mirror.

I took a sip of my drink, more to wet my tongue than anything. My mouth had gone completely dry and the pressure in my pants was almost unbearable.

Mistress X turned so that Jen could polish her front. Jen worked her way over Mistress X’s head, down her neck to her chest.

“Take particular care here,” Mistress X said. “I need to shine. Your lack of attention to detail will be noticed and will increase your punishment.”

The little voice in my head piped up again. Something in that statement wasn’t right, but all I could do was watch Jen apply a little more liquid to the cloth and began to polish the firm, ample latex spheres of Mistress X’s breasts. I followed the cloth intently as it traced around those curves, watching twin points emerging in the front of the shiny black domes. Jen brushed the cloth back over these, gripping slightly and then circling them. Mistress X allowed this and smiled broadly.

“Good girl,” she breathed. “How does it feel to polish your Mistress?”

“Amazing, Mistress,” Jen replied, her eyes on her Mistress’s engorged nipples.

“Are you wet?”

“Very, Mistress.”

Mistress X allowed Jen to continue circling her breasts and nipples with the cloth. Jen understood that she wasn’t allowed to move further down, yet.

“While you work, let’s set out my expectations,” Mistress X said. “I don’t care about your wants and needs. It seems you talked your unfortunate husband into letting you go, though I can’t personally see how he could stomach it, watching his own wife allow herself to belong to someone else. But let’s set expectations. You’re here because you give me pleasure, both to see you submissive in front of me and because I can put your talented tongue to good work. If I get bored with my toy, I’ll throw it away. If I break my toy and it can no longer please me, I’ll throw it away. Hopefully there will be someone who still loves you enough to take care of you afterwards.”

Mistress X paused, but Jen continued to polish her breasts, eyes fixed firmly on her task, expression unreadable. But even from the distance of the camera, I could see the flush of arousal in her cheeks.

“You may continue with the rest of your task.”

Jen dutifully began to polish the taut, black latex that enclosed Mistress X’s waist, circling ever closer to her crotch. She sank to her knees, automatically spreading her legs. I watched, mesmerised, as the cloth dipped down between the black latex thighs, finally sweeping over the crotch zipper. Mistress X spread herself slightly to allow Jen proper access to her groin. She remained motionless while the kneeling, naked woman beneath her used the polishing cloth to caress her most sensitive parts through the slick black material.

“Good enough,” Mistress X said, reaching down to pluck the cloth from Jen’s fingers.

She dropped it on the floor and her fingers returned to the crotch zipper, aligned directly with Jen’s eager face. Gripping the zip, Mistress X slowly brought it down and the shiny black latex split open to reveal a neatly trimmed square of blonde pubic hair. The zip descended further, allowing swollen pink lips to protrude from their latex enclosure, finally exposing Mistress X’s pussy fully to the other woman. Jen’s eyes were fixated on the pink folds, and I could see that she wanted to give Mistress X some intimate attention but knew that she wasn’t allowed. The need burned deep within her as she forced herself to wait.

“Begin.”

Jen bent forwards, nuzzling her Mistress’s hood with her nose, breathing in the heavy musk of her new owner’s wetness. She began to kiss the folds lightly, working her way up and down the moist slit. She stretched out her tongue and probed into the hood, searching for the nub of Mistress X’s clit.

I watched the shiny, black-clad figure react. Her posture relaxed as the submissive woman kneeling between her legs began to service her needs. Escort Didim The black gloved hands reached back to grab her own shiny buttocks and she splayed her hips wider to allow Jen deeper access to her pussy.

“I have to say,” Mistress X continued, “You’re taking all this pretty calmly. I just told you that your marriage is over because I expect complete loyalty to me, and that I will break you until you are a helpless, obedient toy at my disposal.”

Her hand reached out to caress Jen’s cheek softly.

“Maybe you think we’re still playing games. Maybe you didn’t think I meant it.”

The movement was quick, almost too quick for me to see. Mistress X struck a stinging slap across Jen’s face. Jen jerked back, eyes wide, staring up at the other woman. Mistress X raised her hand as if to slap Jen again, but instead replaced her hand on her buttock. For a moment, she stood perfectly still, legs splayed, hips forward, towering over the cowering woman before her.

Neither woman said a word.

“Anya,” I breathed, “What the fuck was that?”

Mistress X didn’t move or acknowledge that she had heard me. Her icy blue eyes continued to stare down into Jen’s, mercilessly.

Then Jen leaned forward and began to slide her tongue into Mistress X’s pussy again, this time with more intensity. I watched a latex-clad arm reach up and tug the blonde ponytail emerging from the back of her hood.

“Yeah,” I said. “Damn right we need to talk.”

Mistress X turned to look at the camera, her movement safely hidden while Jen’s face was pressed into her groin, Jen’s tongue busily working away inside her. I could see an expression on her face, even under the shiny latex of the hood. It was something in her eyes. I understood. Neither of us had expected Jen to go back to the task. Even in the depths of her submissiveness with me, the Jen I knew would have told me to fuck off if I had attempted that.

“I’m thinking,” I said. “Buy us some time.”

Mistress X looked down at the kneeling woman.

“I need an orgasm,” she said. “For me it will be the first of many. For you, it’s going to be the closest you get for a long while. Show me that you’re worth my time.”

I watched Jen’s reaction. She shuffled forwards to get a better angle and brought her hand up, teasing fingers around her Mistress’s pussy lips, then slipping a finger inside her.

“Better,” Mistress X cooed. “I need to cum. Don’t disappoint me.”

Again, I was taken by surprise as Mistress X landed another slap hard across Jen’s face. Jen’s head jerked back and I could see her cheek was red with the sting, but this time her eyes remained on the other woman’s pussy and her finger continued to slip in and out of the sopping pussy lips. Jen bent forward again and resumed her task.

I could tell that Mistress X was close. Anya had told me that Jen had an instinctive knowledge of her pussy, and it seemed she was following the same rulebook. It obviously never occurred to Jen to question why her technique worked so well or brought about such a result in a complete stranger. In retrospect, I realised that it simply deepened the connection that Jen felt towards her new Mistress, that she was able to service her so intuitively.

Anya had packed an assortment of equipment into the suitcase in case we needed to divert from the script. What did Anya have to hand that she could use? I began to race through the possibilities, Jen’s no-go zones; one of them should work. Deep down, there was a nagging doubt though. I thought back to how she had been after I collected her from Mistress X the first time: compliant, submissive, unquestioning, vacant. What if she was too far into this already? What if she no longer had limits? What if she never called out her safeword and drew the line?

“Two things,” I said into the headset. “First, how about you get a load off your mind and clear your head. Then I think we try anal play. She’s never done it and it’s one of her limits. It should be enough to make her think.”

Mistress X placed one hand on the back of Jen’s head and spread the other hand across the cheek she had just slapped, black latex covering reddened skin. She began to grind herself into Jen’s face, forcing the other woman to give her pleasure.

“More,” she scolded, “Do better.”

Jen began to stroke the other woman’s clit with her thumb, while her tongue darted deep inside her. Mistress X began to moan.

“Good… girl,” she said.

Jen switched, taking her Mistress’s clit and hood fully into her mouth, working her tongue against the swollen nub to devastating effect. Her fingers slipped deep inside Mistress X’s pussy, searching for her most sensitive spot and beginning to stroke it.

I could see the tension building up in the black latex body. Mistress X began to arch her back, pressing Jen’s lips hard against her clit, hips now gyrating in little fucking motions of their own volition. Suddenly she bent forward, releasing Jen’s head, shuddering, thigh muscles trembling under the shiny black latex.

“Ahh…,” Mistress X exhaled, “Good.”

She disengaged from her slave’s face and took a step backwards, catching her breath. Her latex-gloved hand smoothed itself down her slit and she gently played with herself for a few moments, watching the kneeling woman in front of her.

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“Well? What do you think?” I asked my girlfriend a few seconds after taking off her blindfold.

“I- I love it,” she managed to whisper, her face showing that she was clearly shocked. We had moved into our new home a few months ago, and we had intended on putting a hot tub on the roof’s balcony. We weren’t able to get one right away. But today, while my girlfriend was at work, I had a hot tub delivered. After getting the hot tub ready that morning, I spent the rest of my day making the area look more romantic and inviting while I encouraged her to spend a few hours out with friends so that I could get everything set up. I could tell my efforts had worked as I watched her take in the scene, noticing her eyes linger on the table next to our outdoor couch where I had placed a few things. A couple of towels, a change of clothes for both of us… she stared at the ball-gag, the bottle of lube, and the strap-on that were sitting on the table next to our clothes.

I let her gaze at the table for a few seconds, knowing that she was starting to fantasize about what I had in store for her tonight. Then I gently reached up for her face and turned it towards me. Looking into her eyes, I stepped a couple of steps backward. Then, I lifted my oversized t-shirt up over my head and dropped it behind myself on the deck, revealing that I hadn’t been wearing a bra or panties underneath.

She was immediately distracted, staring down at my large boobs. For a few seconds, she didn’t say anything as I jiggled my boobs in front of her. She stared, mesmerized. I giggled, amused by how easy she was to distract. Çeşme Escort I walked over to the hot tub and got in, leaning up against the side of the tub.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Strip and get in,” I ordered.

“Yes, mommy.” She nodded and quickly stripped out of her clothes, dropping them on the ground. Within thirty seconds, she was in my arms and sitting on my lap in the hot tub. I let out a sigh as I pulled her close, resting my head on top of hers.

We cuddled like that silently for a long time before I carefully stood up with her still in my arms. Slowly stepping out of the hot tub. I carried her over to the outdoor couch, laying her down on her back and immediately climbing on top of her to kiss her. We made out for a few minutes, our tongues intertwining. Then I flipped us over, shoving her head between my legs.

“I need your tongue. Now,” I moaned, anxious to have her mouth on my pussy. She was just as eager as I was, and she started licking me as soon as I asked. I was soaking wet, and she enthusiastically lapped up my juices. Within minutes, she was able to make me cum by licking my clit. My legs quivering, I dragged her away from my pussy and pulled her up next to me on the couch. Panting after my orgasm, I held her tightly while I caught my breath and we stared up at the night sky above us. After a few minutes of cuddling like this, I got up.

“Mommy?” my girlfriend asked, opening her eyes to see what I was doing. She stared wordlessly as she watched me put on the strap-on.

“Flip over, princess. Mommy is fucking your ass tonight.”

She Çeşme Escort Bayan quickly complied, flipping over onto her stomach. Using the side of the couch, she elevated her ass for me. I grabbed the lube, squirting a small amount onto my fingers. Then I slowly inserted my finger into her asshole. She let out a loud moan.

“Be quiet, or else the neighbors will hear,” I scolded. “You don’t want that, do you? How would you feel if all our neighbors knew what you were doing right now? Look at me and answer me, now.”

She turned her neck to look at me, my finger still in her ass. She looked down because she couldn’t meet my eyes. Her cheeks were glowing red, and she began stammering while I continued slowly fucking her ass with my finger. “I… I… Mommy… I… I didn’t mean to but I couldn’t help it… I want you to take me so badly right now and… I wasn’t trying to…”

“It’s okay, princess, But be quiet from now on, or else I’m gagging you,” I soothed her, leaning down to gently tuck her hair behind her ears. “I don’t want to hear another peep unless I request it. Don’t disobey me. Do you understand?”

She nodded. “Good girl. I’m going to insert a second finger now. Don’t make a sound,” I whispered to her as I positioned another finger at her entrance. Like I asked, she made no noise as I inserted the finger. After a couple of minutes of getting her ready, I pulled my fingers out of her asshole.

“Turn around and face me, then kneel and open your mouth,” I commanded. She quickly did as she was told, and I grabbed her face, thrusting the Escort Çeşme strap-on inside her open mouth. Holding onto her hair, I fucked her face for about thirty seconds. Then I leaned back, the strap-on popping out of her mouth.

“Get back up on the couch, babe. Now that my strap-on is wet and ready, I’m going to fuck you.” Within seconds, she was back on the couch and bent over again. “Good girl. Are you ready?” I asked as I positioned the tip of the strap-on at her entrance.

She nodded, and I slowly thrust inside her. As the full length of my strap-on penetrated her, she let out a slight whimper before immediately looking up at me.

“What did I tell you about that?” I reached for the ball-gag. “I guess I’m just going to have to gag you. What a shame.” I put the gag on her, and began fucking her while holding on tightly to her hips. She was still trying her best not to make noise, and the gag was helping at least somewhat. I alternated the speed of my thrusts, enjoying how the strap-on harness felt as it rubbed against my clit when I was thrusting inside her. After a few minutes, I raced to take the strap-on off and I sat down on the couch.

“Get over here,” I ordered. She kneeled down on the ground in front of me and I took her gag off. Then, I grabbed her face and shoved her head between my thighs again. She immediately started licking, lapping up my juices. As she lapped them up, she started fingering my vagina. Using two fingers, she fucked my pussy while alternatively sucking on and licking my clit.

After cumming in her mouth for the second time that evening, I let her finish cleaning up my pussy with her tongue. Then I pulled her up onto the couch into my lap and we cuddled for a while, staring up at the stars. I leaned down to kiss her. Then, I looked into her eyes before asking her an important question.

“Ready for more?”

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Sally stood at the edge of grass near the fair stage fanning herself. She could feel the late summer sun on her shoulders and was glad she wore a strapless top to be a little cooler. After glancing around the other fair-goers she looked at the stage to see a woman go to the microphone and announce the act was a little behind. Sighing, Sally turned and went walking to find a concession stand to get a drink.

“Hey stranger, it’s been awhile.” Sally heard a familiar voice as she waited on her lemonade. A familiar pair of eyes popped up and startled her. “Hey Jake! I knew that voice was familiar.” And it should’ve been since they were high school friends and neighbors who drifted apart after college.

“Are you hiding the good drinks in there?” Sally asked jokingly since they both knew alcohol was forbidden at the fairgrounds. “Not here, but I can get you something better if you come back later” Jake said. “I may have to take you up on that Jake” Sally said as she turned towards the stage.

After the show was over, Sally went back to Jake’s stand and couldn’t hide her disappointment when he was gone. As she started to turn away she heard a voice say “Hey you’re Jake’s friend. He left this for you.” A young girl handed Sally a note that read ‘Come to camper lot 12 for that drink and to catch up–J.’ Sally smiled as read his writing and signature that never changed.

Nervously she walked Çorum Escort back to the campground looking at lot numbers and remembering some of the good times she & Jake had. Even though they were always close, there was never a spark with them and Sally had always wondered why.

Sally saw Jake sitting outside his camper with what appeared to be a thermos of coffee. There was a second chair and thermos making her wonder if it was a good idea to come back. “There you are. Wasn’t sure if you would make it but got ready just in case” Jake said as he nodded to the chair. “Don’t worry there’s a little something extra in the coffee. I remember just how you like it.”

Sally smiled as she took a sip and tell there was something more in the cup. As they sat talking, the sun went down & Sally started to shiver. Now she wished she had worn something a little warmer. Jake saw her shivering and got up, taking her by the hand and said “Let’s go in and catch up more. I don’t want you to get sick because of me.”

As they went in the camper, Sally was surprised by how nice it was, but how there was no place to sit. Jake saw her look “It’s a work camper and when usually there isn’t that much empty space. We can watch tv in the bedroom and talk like we used to.” As Sally followed him, she remembered the late night talks they would have and the few times they did kiss. Jake looked back and Çorum Escort Bayan it was clear he was having the same memories run through his mind as he pulled her close and kissed her.

Sally pulled away with a confused look. Jake kept his hands wrapped around her waist as he said “I’ve spent a lot of nights wondering what could’ve been and trying to figure out why it wasn’t. Seeing you tonight, looking beautiful made me not want to wait. Even if we can’t go back, let’s have tonight.”

Hearing those words made Sally melt and she nodded. Jake squeezed her tight before leading her into the bedroom. As he turned, Sally grabbed him and pressed her lips passionately on his. As her head began to clear, she felt Jake’s tongue enter her mouth making her moan. Sally brought her hands up to Jake’s chest and began unbuttoning his shirt. She felt him moan as she ran her fingernails over his chest.

He finished taking his shirt off and picked Sally up throwing her on the bed making her giggle. As she laid back, Jake began kissing Sally’s legs and working his lips and tongue up her body. She began to moan and run her hands thru his hair.

With her head spinning because of Jake’s hands and lips all over her body, Sally didn’t even realize her had taken her shorts off her until she felt his lips on her most sensitive spot. She gasped as he kissed he slid his fingers in and continued Escort Çorum to work his lips up to hers. As their lips met, Sally looked in Jake’s eyes and saw built up feelings of love and lust coming out. She passionately kissed him and pulled him in closer to her.

As she let go, Sally pushed Jake back on the bed giving him a wink “My turn now.” Sally ran her long hair over his chest and smiled as she saw his face. She kissed her way down his firm stomach to his belt buckle. She smiled up at him as she loosened it and pulled his jeans down. She smiled even bigger when she what was waiting for her. She had always wondered what he was hiding down there and it looked like it was worth the wait.

Jake ran his hands thru her hair as she began to caress the bulge between his legs. He let a moan escape his lips as Sally’s lips found the tip of his dick. He sat up and grabbed her, pulling her lips back to his. As he kissed her, Sally straddled Jake letting out a loud moan as she slid herself down his hard shaft. Jake pulled his lips from hers and slid them to her neck as she began grinding on him. Sally threw her head back as felt herself begin to cum. As she quit shaking, Jake pulled her lips back to his and flipped her on her back. Jake continued to kiss her and massage her breasts as he thrust into her.

Sally caught his eye and held his stare with passion and intensity as she could feel him approach orgasm. She pulled him closer and bit his lip as he came and filled her. Jake kept thrusting until he was drained and then collapsed beside her. “I think I should come to the fair more often” Sally said as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

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Before you begin to read this story I wish to say thank you to all of you who have read my previous offerings and I hope, have enjoyed them for what they are, Stories. I welcome all comments, but I do have one comment of my own, I am not an author I am a storyteller. I am also certain that most of you have had a far better education that the one I had. The punctuation errors are errors, not an insult so please bear that in mind as you read.

I was hot and weary. My car had a wrecked wheel after I ran over a huge pothole in a narrow country road. I hadn’t seen any sign of houses, so I struggled to get it off the road and onto the narrow strip of verge and started walking. I had a map, I was dressed for walking, and I knew where I was, so it was no disaster, just annoying.

After trekking across the moorland, I was now on the heights above the small town I had been making for. I had managed to contact a guest house there after the one I had previously arranged proved to be no longer available. I had also managed to arrange for the car to be collected by the local garage and I would see them tomorrow,

My intention had been to lodge at a guest house some five miles behind me but upon my arrival I discovered that it had ceased to be such some three weeks earlier, after the owner had a heart attack.

I had followed a small path down the escarpment, and this had joined up with a slightly more used path which led from the valley to a point some way high to my left and this had taken me down to, and through, the shade of a small stand of trees.

Stopping for a rest to cool down, I took hold of a handy sapling and pulled myself up the slope and onto an outcrop of granite, which was certainly better than laying in the leaf mould below it.

My pack became a handy headrest and I lay back to enjoy the coolness. I had no sooner settled than I heard voices. They came from two girls approaching from below, but as they entered the copse the voices stopped as the girls also moved off the path.

Although The girls had stopped talking, I could hear muffled sounds and so I rolled onto my stomach and peered over the edge of my rock. The girls were in a clearing. They had known something that I had not, which was the location of the small clearing on the other side of my resting place.

They were kissing, and the blonde one was undressing her companion, she had undone her friend’s blouse and pulled it down over her arms to unfasten her bra, and as I watched she slid a hand under the cup and grasped the firm flesh beneath it.

Several minutes passed before they parted, and I learnt that Blondie was called Judith, and the black-haired girl was Sue. Sue was telling Judith that she had not stopped thinking about last night, ever since Judith’s mum had kissed her and said that they had grown tired of keeping their feelings to themselves.

“I was in heaven; because I had thought I would never have the nerve to be able to tell you about how I felt about you. It is hard being at a different Uni, and then your mum was kissing me. I was delirious when I saw that my mum was kissing you.”

As they talked Sue removed Judith’s blouse and bra and they closed together to kiss and fondle each other.

“When we walked in on them having sex, I was scared that there would be a huge row; because we’d found them like that when we were supposed to have been in the cinema.”

“I am glad we did find them like that Sue. Now we know why they had suddenly become so eager to go to the book club. Just think! We no longer need to pretend to be going somewhere when all we want is an empty house.”

“When mum said that they had realised that they had the same sexual feelings for each other and towards us I was so relieved. It was wonderful to hear her say that as we had also been having sex together, we should stop pretending. When she felt my breast, I almost wet myself.”

“Oh Judith, I thought that what we did for each other was good, but what your mum did to me was unbelievable, I had no idea that it was possible to do what she did to me, and It sounded like you were having the same experience. Ooh: I want more of that. I slept with mum last night.”

“I slept with mum, but we just cuddled together.”

“When mum said that after she’d done the morning shift at the chemist shop, she was going to the library, I almost laughed, but she really is going there, to return the books she has been borrowing as a cover for their lovemaking evenings.

She said she would have to return home afterwards as someone had phoned to ask if she had a vacancy; he had just discovered that the place he had booked was no longer available. Then she’d come to collect me.”

Ah, So Sue lived in the town and in the house within which I hoped to be lodging.

Laying on an erection, not daring to move is a very uncomfortable position to be in, but I stuck to it and had the reward of getting a birds-eye view of two girls having their respective labia kissed and licked.

There Didim Escort was no climax, just Ooh’s and sighs and requests for something to be done again; until an alarm sounded, and Judith rolled over to reach into her discarded pack, retrieved her ‘phone and switch the noise off.

“Time to go Sue. I phoned mum earlier and told her you were with me, she said that was great as she had been asked to do a stand-in for a couple of hours in the surgery, she is pleased that you are with me for company, and she knows exactly what we’ll be doing.”

“I had better call mum and tell her not to be too quick to collect me.”

“No need, my mum said she’d call her. We are so lucky that we have no need to pretend anymore. Its brilliant. I wish we were going to Uni together. “It is hard being apart but at least Sheffield and Manchester are close to home so we can see each other occasionally at weekends.”

What to do? I needed to know more. Where were they going now? the questions flowed. I knew it was Judith’s home, but where was that, and just how much sex did the two mums want. What was the husband and father situation in the respective households?

The answer was obviously to take one step at a time and follow them. I did so. I was fortunate in that the path was well used and dry, and because it wound around rock outcrops and through the occasional copse I could be reasonably certain of being unobserved, especially as they were so busy talking that they never once looked back.

It was not a long walk to Judith’s home, which was the cottage I had seen in the distance earlier in the day and discounted it as a possible destination because it was isolated.

I now knew where both girls lived because I had the address of the guest house, so I set off back down the path. I made my way into the small town and asked for directions at a newsagent.

When I arrived at the guest house, it was only some ten minutes later than the time I had given Sue’s mum when I had called to explain about the car and was therefore walking the last leg of my journey.

Sue’s mum opened the door and I identified myself as Martin Bennet. I was invited into the hallway and shown the room being offered. It was spacious and well-furnished and with a duvet on top of the double bed, which pleased me. I hate blankets. It also had en-suite facilities.

Sue’s mum was about average in every sense. Medium height, medium build, I’d say somewhere in the size 16 to 18 range, short black hair, full breasts straining her blouse. She was attractive in an unobtrusive way, softly spoken with a good laugh.

After I had said that I was hoping to find a house to purchase in this area, and so would like to stay for a lengthy period, I became a very welcome guest; A long stay guest is the golden egg as far as guesthouse owners are concerned.

When I said that I expected to remain for at least six months she was overjoyed; especially when I insisted on paying up front and did not require repayment if I left before the term.

Over coffee and cake, I learned that her name was Joan, she had a daughter called Susan who preferred the shortened version ‘Sue’. Joan worked three half days a week in the local chemist shop and had resorted to letting her two extra bedrooms under guest house terms, to supplement the family finances.

Sue studied at Manchester University, so money was tight and the problem with that is there is very little demand outside of the summer season for guest houses, and unless a long stay visitor arrives the laundry costs can be quite high for short stay visits, because the bed linen and towels etc. must be replaced every other day.

She was quite open about the fact that she counted me as a blessing and would be happy to provide Sunday dinners as part of the package.

I said that I needed to get to the garage to recover my two suitcases and she immediately offered to drive me there. Wonderful; I had not been looking forward to lugging the suitcases from the garage, especially as I had no idea how far it was from the house. It turned out to be a two-minute drive and my suitcases were in the office.

Back at the house she gave me a key and said that she would be working tomorrow afternoon in the local chemist shop. As she set off to collect her daughter from a friend’s house, she said that she would only be a few minutes, and then she would tell me which the best café’s, pubs, and restaurants to visit were. Not that there was a huge choice to pick from

Joan set off to collect Sue and returned with both girls because Judith’s mum was still busy. She had been called out to an emergency in the local nursing home and was uncertain how long she would be.

I had decided that I should make the girls aware that I had seen them earlier, because it was such a good way to unsettle them, so after the introductions had been made, I began:

“This is such a coincidence. I saw you earlier today on the path to the heights. You Didim Escort Bayan were so busy chatting that you never saw me, although that is not so surprising because I had stopped walking to make use of the shade in that copse.”

Turning to Joan I said that one of the best additional things about modern phone technology was the remarkable clarity of the inbuilt camera they had.

“I remember that as a lad I used to walk about these moors wishing that I had a camera, but those available were too bulky and heavy with which to go hiking. These days the phones are so light and take far better photo’s, which is marvellous if you unexpectedly come across wildlife or lovely scenic views.”

Sue and Judith were staring at each other, and Judith was blushing. She rose, excused herself, and I heard her run upstairs to the bathroom. Sue went into the kitchen for a glass of water.

To distract Joan, I chatted with her about my reason for house hunting. I told her that my father had passed away and left me a sizable inheritance, a house I disliked, in an area I also disliked, and so I was changing both dislikes to one certain like and one hopeful like; and that I already thought I had fallen on my feet.

The front door opened, and Judith’s mum walked in.

I was introduced, and Joan told her that I would be staying for some time as I was house hunting. I appraised as they chatted. Her name was Margaret, and as I learnt, Maggy for short. she was a doctor 5ft 5inches tall, slightly overweight, blonde, good looking. high proud breasts, Lively and talkative. I wanted her.

Margaret finally got around to the reason for her visit, who was still upstairs. She went to tell her that she should hurry up. Sue came in, asked if she could go with Judith, and when they appeared, Margaret agreed, and the two girls quickly left the house.

When we were alone, Joan asked me if I knew why the girls had become so upset when I mentioned cameras. Oops!!, There was no way of avoiding this.

“Yes. I rather think that I do. They were rather Err mm; involved with each other and were also discussing recent events.”

“What do mean, involved?

“They were having sex. I was stuck on top of a rock and because I had no wish to frighten them, I kept quiet.”

“Oh dear; oh, the poor girls must be mortified. You said that they were discussing recent events. How recent?”

“Yesterday evening. Joan, please understand that I am, above all else, honest and truthful. I heard what I heard, and I cannot pretend otherwise. I learnt that you and Margaret are lovers, I also learnt that you took your daughters into the fold, and although it is not my place to comment, all I can say is, ‘good for you’.”

“I do hope that this will not affect my staying here, You and Margaret appear to be sensible and concerned about your daughters and trying hard to provide a comfortable and loving home. That is all that matters really.” I think you need the money and I need the room.”

“I have no problem having you stay here, even though you are aware of much of my personal life, but I also have to consider my daughter and of course Margaret and Judith.”

“Of course, call Margaret and ask if she could leave the girls there and come here. That way you can tell her what has happened, and I can say my piece. If she agrees about my remaining, then you can talk to your daughters and clear the air. They have to be able to cope with their own mistakes.”

Joan called Margaret. When she arrived, she said that both the girls seemed subdued and not at all their normal lively selves. Joan told her why that was.

Margaret looked at me and asked me what I thought about the situation.

“I have no thoughts about it. It happened, I’m willing to bet that it happens somewhere in the world every day. You are both doing the best you can for yourselves and your daughters,

You found someone you love; it is hardly surprising that they did likewise. I admit that the sex adds an extra layer to the cake, but to be truthful, I think that it is the icing layer.”

“Your problem now is to get your daughters to accept the situation. They stopped to indulge themselves before arriving at your house, which has caused this situation, if they had been more thoughtful, they would be having all the sex that they could handle with no worries.

If they had kept quiet about what they and their mothers had been doing, the same would apply. So, unfortunately, they were the catalyst. The only real problem for them, is having that next meeting with me.”

“OK, that is well put, now tell me what you think about your situation.”

“That is something I do not want to discuss, I’m a stranger trying to stay cool and calm.”

“Are you succeeding?”

“I repeat, I do not wish to discuss that.”

Margaret said that she had no problem about me being aware of their situation, as she pointed out, they could not banish me from the town, and I did seem to be clear Escort Didim headed about it all, which was good to know.

“Is that the professional medical conclusion?”

“My conclusion is that you are struggling with the situation as much as we are but managing to hide it. Joan, come up in your car and after our chat with the girls you can bring Sue home.”

“Goodnight Martin, it has been a pleasure to meet you.”

“Goodnight Margaret and thank you, I shall go and find The Steak House restaurant.”

“Call me Maggy, please.”

On my return to the house, Joan and Sue were sitting on the sofa, Sue with red and tearful eyes, Joan beside her looking worried. She stood and moved towards me.

“Martin, did you take photographs on your phone?”

“No; If you remember, I did indicate that it would have been so easy for me to have done so, here is my ‘phone. Please Joan, check it.”

“No, that will not be necessary, I believe you.”

“Maybe, but I think Sue will be happier if you check, in fact let Sue check it.”

I passed the ‘phone to Sue who looked at her mum for permission and then checked every part of the storage medium. Of course, I knew that there was nothing to find, there was only one picture on the phone, that of my late wife.

Sue handed the phone back to me and whispered that she was sorry, but she had needed to be sure.

“I know, I understand.”

I held my hand out and she shook it.

“That was a beautiful woman, is she your girlfriend, or wife?”

“She was my wife. She died just over a year ago, which is part of the reason I want to sell the house.”

Joan came, took me into her arms and hugged me.

“Oh Martin; Oh, I am so sorry for you. You must still miss her terribly.”

“Yes of course I do, but I have to carry on and so I came up here hoping to settle and possibly find another woman to share my life, and look, I have found four already.”

The next day Maggy and Judith were given the news about the state of my phone and marital status. A week later, after Maggy had spoken to a friend working in the local office of an estate agency, she had several properties for me to look at.

One morning Maggy insisted on accompanying me to three of them. It was after the third one that I bedded her.

In the master bedroom of the third house, it had been so clearly obvious what she wanted when she looked at the bed and raised an eyebrow; that I was lost. I said, “Yes please” and we left, at speed. She drove us straight to her home. We were in her bedroom inside five minutes, and I was putty in her hands.

She was as desperate as me. Her vagina was soaking before I had touched it, and I did a great deal of that. I fucked her hard and fast and then she demanded that I do it again straight away. I got my hands around her rump during the second bout in order to pull her hard against me when I thrust forward, and my fingers pressed against her sphincter. She did not react verbally, but her body did physically.

Her back door opened and allowed the tips of the two errant digits to enter a little way in and then she climaxed. A short rest, and then she asked me if I had ever had anal sex, when I said that I had she put two pillows on the bed, took a bottle of a lubricant out of her bedside cabinet and gave it to me. She kissed me then lay on her stomach over the pillows so that her rear was invitingly high. I oiled a finger and began to stroke her sphincter. As soon as it began to open I pressed and my finger slid in.

I pushed it in as far as her inner sphincter and applied a little pressure against it which had the desired effect and her body was waiting for its reward. Removing my finger I poured a few drops of oil into her tunnel and put the bottle safely away and then literally slid my erection into her rectum.

Maggy gasped and wriggled a little to get comfortable and then came the exhortation.

“Come on then Martin, fuck my bottom. Show me what you can do. I am sorry but you will finish before I have even warmed up. I have had three men in there and each one has cum before I was anywhere close to real arousal but enjoy yourself while you have that erection. It won’t last long. She was wrong and I had a fabulous fuck with a soft round, extremely active backside belonging to a soft slightly rounded woman who climaxed with a bloody loud wail, then lay panting in a soft heap as I continued to fuck her bottom until my own release came. She didn’t know much about because she was asleep at the time.

I woke her, and after we had tidied up both ourselves and the bed we left. We and went to a café for a late lunch. Maggy told me that Joan was awaiting a news flash because they had admitted to each other that they wanted to bed me and as they really were very good friends as well as lovers; hints and tips, were to be forthcoming,

Joan had promised Maggy that she would not take advantage of my living in her house. She said it would be better if Maggy was first to try, because otherwise it was no contest.

“What happened to your deep abiding love for each other, the love of sapphic sex?”

“We still have our deep abiding love for each other, and for sapphic sex, what we are now doing is corralling a live penis we can trust.”

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Thomas and Gerry (short for Geraldine) watched Netflix cuddled up on the couch. The kids, early teenagers, were finishing homework and/or studying. Married early, they had pushed through the early years of career and family, and were able to do so with the help of two sets of grandparents. Now, both were well established in their careers, they were starting to enjoy their mid-30’s. They also had taken steps from an early age to talk to their children about anything and everything. So far, in the early teen years, it was paying off as their 13 and 14 year old still came to them for advice.

“What do you think, does she sleep with the guy?” muttered Tom.

“Probably, you know how these adult shows go…” she offered. “Oh, and don’t forget the block party is this Saturday.”

“How can I forget? After last year’s 4th of July bash…everyone is talking about it. Think Phil will get plastered again?”

“Not according to his wife,” she chuckled.

Phillip Morris had partaken a wee bit too much of the jungle juice last summer and had peed his pants just after sundown. He said he didn’t remember it, but that might have been his cover story. When they finished the show, they checked on their kids.

“Need any help?” they chorused as they peaked in on them one, then the next.

“No, we’re good. I’m okay.” each had replied.

They went to bed, spending some time with pillow talk. They had a ritual, a practice of saying nice things to each other before nodding off. If they were fighting, which did happen like any married couple, then they talked about that. If it wasn’t resolved, they would continue the next night, usually two nights was enough. Rarely had they disagreed into a third night. They dozed off after some compliments for the little things that made each other’s lives better.

Tom woke up at 5am with a raging wood. These were more frequent when he was younger. As he was 35, he liked to take advantage and use them when they magically appeared. He slowly removed the blanket and sheet from Gerry. Her nightie was shoved in an awkwardly erotic way. One breast was fully exposed, and her tiny bottom was wedged into her crevice. Tom blew cold air on her exposed nipple until it started to get hard. She shivered, but that was all. He kissed it lightly, still no movement. He licked it, and she moaned. He smiled, and crept down to her bottom, lifting the waistband gently, and started to shimmy it down. She stirred, and when she did, he moved it down her bottom a little faster. She stirred more allowing him to get them off entirely.

He waited.

She was still. Then she started to roll over a bit so he grabbed and used a pillow to open her legs. He waited again. After a few moments, he could hear her soft breathing. He slowly and carefully went to the drawer that had his underwear. Lifting them up, he got his cock ring and lube. He went back to her side, placing the lube on the sill. The cockring he placed as far down as he could on his shaft. She was still asleep…so he started kissing his way up her semi open legs. She stirred a little.

As he got to the meeting place of her long legs, and opened her completely and started licking her kitty. After a moment, her body moved, opening her legs wider.

“Did you get one of your Woody Woodpeckers?” she sleepily said.

He now started sucking her lips into his. His tongue entered her, licking up and back, teasing her g-spot.

“So that’s a yes I take it.”

He continued eating her pussy. They had long learned what each liked and knew how to please each other.

‘Bring me your cock then,” she said.

He temporarily stopped to move so he was licking her from almost 69. She grabbed his meat, squeezed it several times before pumping it with her hand.

“Mmm, yes! Nice and hard. I love our sudden fuck-fests.”

They were both up and aroused. He kept orally stimulating her, then he felt her wet lips on his hot rod.

“I love when you return the favor!” he moaned.

The liquid sensation had them both energized, and they suckled each other with renewed vigor. The wet sounds of her blowjob, and his licking up her wetness filled their ears. He ran his hands on her body in pseudo massage. She grabbed his waist and pushed his cock deeper in her mouth.

“Mmm, you gotta fuck me soon,” she crooned.

“Don’t mind if I do!” as he shifted, arranging himself next to her.

“I love when we fuck sideway,” he could hear the smile in her voice.

“Yeah? Tell me why Gerry?

“Because it takes longer for you to cum, so I get my pussy fucked even longer,” she said. She grabbed her breasts, rubbing it, squeezing it, then brought it up to lick her nipple. He lifted her leg from behind, then placed his mushroom tip at her lips and pushed in.

“Oh, and your dick hits my g-spot better this way,” she continued licking her nipple.

His member inside her, he took a moment to simply enjoy his favorite body part encased in the sweet liquid embrace of her silky soft and warm maidenhead.

Then Çeşme Escort he pushed, aimed right at the little area of ridged folds just inside her lips. He poked at it repeatedly, her breath rising and falling with each thrust. He kissed her shoulders, leaving little wet spots he would blow air on. Pushing into her, she reached around to hold his body closer.

On and on, they made love like they had a hundred times. After a good while, he finally came inside her. She moaned and thanked him for taking care of her needs.

“No no, thank you for letting me get off!” He kissed her.

*************

Friday came, and Tom was gathering all the supplies they would need for the block party. Gerry was getting the lawn chairs and canopies together with the help of their kids. As it got closer to 3pm, families started setting their gear up in their front yards. Kids were riding around the block on their bicycles, scooters and skateboards. Some ramps were set up in the cul-de-sac. A pair of dads had closed off the street at the entrance with their sawhorse from their workshops. Beer already in their hands, they acted as the ‘security’ for the neighborhood.

By the time the sun was setting, food was cooking everywhere. There would be pie contest, the place setting contest, and for the dad’s that brewed, a homebrew contest. Random fireworks were being lit. Kids ran around with sparklers and lit ground flowers. Mom’s were gossiping while the men, once finished grilling, were talking sports.

Tom and Gerry, yes they were well aware of the cartoon, were talking to the Millers. They were far enough from the kids when Beth Miller asked,

“Have you watched Wanderlust on Netflix?”

They shook their heads, although they had seen it listed on the Top 25. “What is it about?” asked Gerry.

“A man and wife try to re-spark their sex life by having a ‘hall pass’. They sleep with people they know, and try out an open relationship,” said Beth. “It’s more complicated than that, but you might want to check it out.”

“Oh, okay. We’ll see if it makes our rotation of shows,” Gerry said noncommittally.

When another couple wandered over, they changed subjects. The time came to judge the different contests. Parents and kids voted on the pies, wives on the place settings and the men on the homebrews. As the 4th of July party came to an end, husbands and wives cleaned up before heading home.

*************

Several weeks later, Tom and Gerry had a trip to San Francisco planned. They arranged for the kids to stay with the grandparents for their getaway trip. They had caught a few episodes of Wanderlust, but when they arrived at their hotel Friday afternoon, they caught the episode where Toni Collette sleeps with another man.

“So what do you think,” she asked Tom.

“About what?”

“The idea of sleeping with someone else for the fun of it,” she said.

“You’re not serious,” he looked at her, “Are you?”

She shrugged, with an impish smile. “I’m just asking what you think,” she put forth.

“No, I think you are suggesting, not asking my thoughts,” he clarified.

“Okay, what if I am suggesting, what do you think?” she pushed.

He sat silently, thinking, looking at her. He was more than a little shocked to hear her say it, but also piqued by the possibility. She seemed to read his mind.

“You’re thinking about it,” she smiled.

“Yes, but only because you suggested it. Where is this coming from? Is our sex life boring you?”

“No, absolutely not. You’re a great fuck. I just thought it might be fun to spice it up. But only if you are okay with it.”

“So we go out, look for and possibly have sex with a stranger, and what? Come back to the hotel and say ‘good night’? He asked.

“I guess, maybe.” she shrugged.

“When did you want to try this?”

“Why not tonight, it’s still a little early.”

“Holy shit, you’re serious. You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?

“Guilty. But listen, I’m just suggesting we ‘try it out’, not that this becomes a regular thing. We try and see what happens, we come back and talk about it. We might not like it or we might love it. Who knows?

He looked at her incredulously. Thoughts raced through his mind, and he weighed his options.

“Okay, so ground rules..?”

“Neither of us can ‘host’, we can’t use this room. If we find someone, we go back to their place. No spending the night. We come back here, let’s say by midnight. We can talk about it then or in the morning. Must be protected sex, and be careful the entire time.”

He looked at his watch, it was only 7pm. He looked at her, saw her eyes and realized she would only do this if he approved. And that’s what sold him on it. She wasn’t looking to get laid, she was looking for an experience and she wanted to share it with him.

“Okay, tonight only and we see where it goes from there.”

“Agreed.” They even shook on it. Both suddenly didn’t waste time and started dressing up for a night Çeşme Escort Bayan out…with someone else. She dressed in a red sleeveless silk dress and white shoes. She covered her shoulders with a mini sweater. The combination emphasized her curves and her breasts. He dressed in jeans, a patterned button down shirt w/ a vest and capped it off with a newsboy hat. For shoes, he wore a pair of relaxed Nike shoes.

They took the elevator to the ground floor and stepped out into the lobby. The hostess saw them and asked “Date night?”

“Something like that,” she remarked. They stepped outside and looked at each other. They both were suddenly very serious.

“Last chance to back out,” they echoed each other. There was a moment of silence, then they nodded to each other. She stepped to her left and she googled ‘lesbian bars’, he googled ‘hot spots for one night stands’. They tapped a link, and followed by calling a Lyft. Her’s arrived first and she waved as she got in. He smiled and waved back. They were both feeling excited like teenagers on their first date. The fact they were trying this out on a whim was both erotic and exciting. His Lyft arrived and he climbed in.

***Gerry tastes pussy.

Her Lyft dropped her off at Jolene’s Bar and Restaurant, as she noticed a number of women standing around the entrance. They were all waiting for seats. She asked the hostess if she could sit at the bar.

“Of course, let me walk you over.”

Gerry sat and ordered a Gin and Tonic and looked around the bar. There were any number of couples, but she didn’t see many singles. She took a sip and looked the other way, when she felt someone take the seat next to her. She glanced to her left and there was a brunette that looked like a dark mirror of Gerry.

She was about the same height, and had a similar sized breast, she was wearing a sleeveless blue dress and had a scarf over her shoulders. Her body was equally curvaceous. The lady caught Gerry looking at her and extended her hand.

“Terry, pleased to meet you.”

Gerry took her hand, smiled and giggled “Gerry, with a G. Likewise”

“What brings you to Frisco, Gerry with a G?”

Gerry almost let slip out she was here with her husband, but quickly offered. “I came to visit a college friend. Flew up and turns out she’s sick. So I got a few free days in San Fran.”

“I’m here for a teacher conference, and I ditched all the fossils that still teach to have some fun.”

“Oh, okay. What kind of fun were you looking for?” Gerry asked.

“Well right now, you don’t look half bad,” Terry batted her eyelashes, suggestively.

Smiling, Gerry looked into her glass and took a sip. “I think I’m blushing.”

“You are, ohmygawd that’s so cute! Your place or mine?”

“Your’s, definitely yours,” as they got up and walked out. Terry summoned a Lyft, and they got in. They talked as they rode to a different hotel. But it wasn’t long before they were fondling each other in the back seat and kissing, a lot of kissing. By the time Terry used her key card, Gerry was all over her. They stripped each other as they climbed into bed.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” Terry asked.

“Yes, in college. Some flings, nothing serious.”

“Oh good, then you know what to do.” Terry asked.

“I want you to eat my pussy, and I want to devour yours,” Gerry said.

“Oh, I love 69!”

They arranged themselves, and Terry dove into her crotch, which was nicely shaven. Gerry had lied, she had never been with a woman, but was willing to make up for lack of knowledge with her passion. Terry was on top, so Gerry pushed Terry’s pink lady down on her face and did what Terry was doing to her. If Terry sucked out her labia, Gerry mirrored her. If she sucked on her pearl, she did likewise. Gerry was feeling giddy at her new experience, and was pleasantly surprised how making love to a woman was far more sensual than with a man.

Once both ladies had climaxed, Terry shifted and wanted to scissor with Gerry. Gerry didn’t seem to understand what she was trying to do, so Terry had her get in position and then began rubbing their lips together.

“I thought you had been with a woman before?” she asked as they engaged in coitus.

“Sorry, that was a white lie. I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“Your a lesbian virgin?” Terry squealed. “Your giving me your lesbian virginity?

Terry started grinding her vulva harder in Gerry, she now wanted to give her multi-orgasmic sex that she would never forget. Gerry had quickly picked up on scissoring and was trying to return the favor, ultimately however, Gerry exploded into the single greatest orgasm she had ever had. She squirted a clear fluid, which she had never done before. She was so shocked, she thought she had peed all over the bed and Terry. Except that her body was torn asunder with waves rolling through her body. Staggered by the physical sensations, she lay on the bed waiting for the emotions and sensations to come to an end.

Terry was licking Escort Çeşme all her wetness from Gerry’s legs, and going for her vagina again.

“No, stop. I can’t handle it anymore. Please, just give me a second.”

Terry, smiling, came up and started kissing Gerry on her face, like a mother rewarding her child. “Okay, but I’m not done with you yet!”

After a short break, Terry picked up where she left off and Gerry would go on to several more orgasms. She let Terry do whatever she wanted. This is what she had been dreaming about.

***Tom gets laid.

Tom’s Lyft dropped him off at the 500 Club, which according to SFist, was the hottest of hot spots to meet people. Going to the bar, he ordered a cocktail and looked around. It was crowded and any number of people were there in twos, and threes, and fours. He felt like he stuck out as a single, but not in a good way.

“Are you lost, or did you lose someone?”

He looked around, there was a girl several barstools down looking at him. He walked over, and replied,

“Kinda both?” He made an inquisitive face.

She was multi-ethnic and had softly kinky hair and skin that showed she was at least part black. But she also had freckles and a round cherubic face, with a hint or red in her hair.

“Both? Okay, I guess that’s an answer.”

“It’s my first time in San Francisco. I was just looking around to get a feel for the place.” As he sat next to her.

“So what brings you to San Francisco, dad?”

“Business. Is it that obvious? He blushed.

“I was teasing. You must be 10 years older than me. I thought guys your age went to bougie restaurants and ordered specific types of wine. By the way, that was genuinely cute that you blushed.”

“Well, you’re genuinely cute as a person. So favor returned. Tom.” He shook her hand.

“Aw, your attempt at a pick up line was so…Opie Cunningham. Patreece.”

He had a lost expression on his face. She started laughing uproariously.

“Let me guess; you thought you could come in here and score a one night stand. However, dad, you forgot you haven’t been in the dating scene for…a decade?” She shrugged. “You’re so cute, so innocent and naive. I might have to take you home with me.”

He smiled, took a swig of his drink, and looking right at her said, “Please do!”

She laughed even harder, and it was a deep down belly laugh. She finished her drink, smiling at him, “Okay, let’s go!”

He followed her out, and within a few steps were at her car. They got in and she started driving to her flat. They climbed some stairs, her flat was a large house that had been turned into a triplex, and opened a door along the side of the craftsmen home. Inside, it was a hippie heaven. Everywhere were ethnic decorations, a Moroccan rug, Indian tapestries, and assorted handmade decorations. The walls had paintings, posters, and graffiti,

He looked around, admiring the kitsch. “Over here,” he heard her call him.

He turned to her, and she had already pulled out the futon. It was under a large window. She was already half nude.

He gazed at her, bathed by the street light, her hips were shapely, and her legs longer than he thought. Her breasts were nice and full. A classic hourglass figure. She was standing in her panties removing her bra in full view of the window. Her smile invited him in…

He crossed the floor between them, leaned in and kissed her. Her p0uty lips opened for him automatically. Her breasts were rubbing on his vests…he quickly started removing his clothes as she continued wrestling with his tongue. Once nude, they both moved to the futon. He laid down and she crawled on top of him, still kissing like teenagers. His hands massaged her body, they massaged her hips, her bottom, her legs, her sides, her breasts…her nipples. She was grinding her mound into his stiff manhood. He shoved her panties to the side, and was about to enter her… “Condom?”

She leaned over him, her breasts falling onto his face. He grabbed them and started kissing and sucking on her large areolas and nipples. She was smiling as she had a condom in her hands. She started giving him a handjob, stroking his more than adequate shaft. When he was as hard as a tree branch, she expertly unrolled it down his root. She had barely gotten it on, when she raised her hips and impaled herself on it.

“Aaaahhhh, I love that feeling!”

By the light from the window, Tom could see her eyes closed and a sensual smile on her face. He reached up and cupped her large breasts as she started rocking back and forth on him, eyes still closed. She leaned her breasts into his hands, smiling as she opened her eyes. Her hips went from rocking back and forth to colliding onto him in a staccato rhythm. She took his arms by the wrist and pinned them above his head, and dangled her mammaries in his face. He sucked at them as they randomly bounced on his face.

“Uh uh uh, you like that? Do you like how I’m fucking you? I bet you do, I bet you’re not even thinking of your wife, are you? You like this milk chocolate, don’t you?”

“How’d you know I was married?” he said between suckling her tits.

“You forgot to take off your wedding ring,” she said.

“And you didn’t mind sleeping with a married man?” he voice ragged from the sex.

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