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I had just spilt my last rope of come in to Jenny’s ass. I pulled out and admired the view. It was surprising how tight Jenny’s ass still was even though I had fucked in her ass so many times. These past few days must have been a wild time for the ex-lesbian; after realising her true heterosexuality she’s had my cock in all three of her tight little holes. Unfortunately she was leaving today…

The porno I had put on whilst we were fucking had pretty much finished; one of the prisoners had just finished sucking the warden off, and was now on her way out of the prison (With the wardens help). Jenny put another one on whilst I lay on the three seater couch. As Jenny bent down to put the porno in to the DVD player she made no effort to hide her obvious wetness; I was gonna fuck her up her tight little cunt. Jenny lay down away from me; I had my arms around her waist. My cock was being hugged by her ass cheeks; as one of my hands sneaked down and played with her clit.

The movie started and we were greeted by a very attractive blonde showing her white bikini clad body shamelessly. Jenny moaned her approval; I was reminded of her very pronounced bisexuality. Life was good. I moved my other hand to feel and grope Jenny’s boob. I pinched her nipple at the same time I shoved two of my fingers in to her little cunt. On screen the hot blonde was now fingering her pussy feverently; Jenny automatically made a move to align my cock with her pussy. I took her hand away from my cock; which slapped against her wet pussy. I moved her hand up to her clit; Kuşadası Escort whilst I used both my hands to massage her tits. My cock meanwhile was rubbing against her pussy lips eliciting long and loud moans from Jenny’s mouth.

The camera man in the porno had taken out his cock; and was having the blonde suck his balls. Jenny moved her head round and we met in a passionate kiss. I chose this moment to move my hips away from hers; and slowly plunge in to her sopping wet cunt with my entire length. I then continued to pump her slow; whilst all the time exploring her mouth with my tongue.

I exited her mouth and started to kiss down her neck. Jenny moaned her appreciation and relaxed her neck; allowing me more access to her. My hands slithered down from her boobs to lie on her stomach; her skin was so soft, smooth and perfect. As I was slowly pumping in to her honey-pot I could feel her muscles begin to tighten around my cock; like the inevitability of the sea crashing against the rocks was the inevitability of her screaming orgasm. Her hot pussy juices flowed out of her pussy and trickled down to form a puddle around her leg. With one of my hands I reached down and dipped my two fingers in her juices; then brought it back up to Jenny’s waiting mouth. She violently sucked my fingers in to her mouth; the taste of her own juices only heightened her orgasm and lengthened it.

Jenny’s orgasm subsided; and she was left glowing with my hard cock still fully inside her. I didn’t thrust; but just enjoyed the feeling Kuşadası Escort Bayan of having her hot, tight pussy around my cock. I sucked Jenny’s neck; and started to once again grope her boobs. Jenny’s hard nipples felt great on the palm of my hands. I started to pinch her eraser like nipples; eliciting more moans from the younger sister of my girlfriend.

Jenny’s moans were making me ever hornier. My cock seemed to have a mind of its own; I involuntarily started to pump Jenny’s cunt again. I could feel her juices starting to flow once more; making my pumping slicker by the second. Jenny was obviously getting in the mood a lot more; as she started to buck against cock; making circular motions with her hips. Because of these circular motions; every time my cock entered her tight cunt, I thrust at a different angle. The feeling for both of us was magnificent. Jenny’s moans were becoming screams; as we started to come together. I could feel my come finally travelling the length of my cock; and exiting with a mighty force. I kept pumping throughout our shared orgasm.

Jenny’s pussy pumped the last drop of come out of my cock; but I was still hard. Jenny looked round at me and kissed me. The brief, but wonderful kiss was broken by Jenny; she had different plans. Jenny turned around so she was facing me; the cool air was a shock to my cock as I had been in Jenny’s pussy for so long. Jenny was also surprised when my cool cock slid back in to her pussy.

“I thought I left that feeling behind with the non-heating Escort Kuşadası vibrators!” Jenny laughed as she swung her leg over so I was lying in a combined puddle of sweat, and pussy juice. Sex on a leather couch was VERY wet. Jenny started to bounce on my cock; whilst trying in vain to sweep her long, silk-like, brown hair behind her. In this position her boobs poked out a little more; and were practically begging me to be groped. I started to grope her wonderful boobs whilst Jenny gave up on her hair; and just did a bun with it instead. Her hands came to rest on chest balancing her whilst she aggressively sprung on my cock. Jenny stopped bouncing on my cock and instead started to move back and forth on my cock. Her body was like a wave. As her pussy went back and forth; towards, and away from me. Because of this style of fucking my cock was being pumped, but then it was also changing angle very rapidly. The affect was that it felt great on the bass of my cock. I lowered my hands so they rested on her hips; and guided her motions. Jenny stopped moving, and lowered her head towards mine as we shared a kiss. Her mouth still held the taste of her pussy juice from when I stuck my pussy juice clad fingers in to Jenny’s mouth.

I could feel my come once again rising to the tip of my cock; this was going to be the second blast of come that I would have shot in Jenny’s pussy. My hot come shot out of my cock, and mixed with Jenny’s juices for a second time that day. It felt great to have Jenny’s pussy muscles trying to pump all the come out of my cock whilst I took over the thrusting and help Jen-puss’s cause best I could. My orgasm died down, and Jenny lay on my chest. I was still hard! I guess my cock knew that this was the last day I was gonna be spending with this tight pussy.

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I hadn’t been called Miss Blanchard in the eleven years I had been Mrs. Murtz, and when she called me by that name, her voice caught a chord in my heart, and I knew I knew her, though her look was unfamiliar. Her hand was cold from the beer when she reached for mine, and with a great playfulness, the woman sat beside me and introduced herself. Re-introduced herself.

“Saylia Diamond. You were my teacher in the seventh grade.”

I smiled, trying to reconcile her short hair, black nails, fitted grey tank top with long blonde braids and a schoolgirl’s tunic. Saylia was always more mature than her years, I remembered her quick intelligence and dark humour immediately. “You are all grown up,” I said, barely able to keep my eyes from tracing the muscles in her arms, her firm breasts, and her slim abdomen. She caught me staring, and looked delighted.

“Are you waiting for someone?” I smiled. Did it matter? I was thrilled that she had found me these years later. I came here often now… now that I was single again.

“No,” I said, so aware of the heat coming off of her. She was half my age, and burning energy like a machine. “What are you doing now?” I asked benignly, sipping my drink.

“You want to know where I’ve ended up?” She laughed, and it was all mischief.

“Of course.” I took a sip of my drink and stared into blue eyes that had seen tragedy and disappointment since I’d stared into them last. She was a grown woman, I could see that, and as she took a sip of her beer, I counted in my head how old she must be.

“I’m a scientist. An allergist.”

“I’m not surprised, Saylia. You are so bright…” She shifted toward me.

“Yeah?” She was no wearing makeup, but her skin was so pale, the flush upon it was evident. Had she finished too many drinks before she spotted me?

“Yeah. I always thought so.” I smiled at her.

“Why are you here tonight,” Saylia asked.

“I’m here sometimes… Just looking for a friend…”

“I’ll be your friend tonight,” Saylia said and placed a graceful-fingered hand on my thigh. My body responded immediately, but I wanted to push her hand away. I felt, however, powerless to her. Her eyes were locked Kütahya Escort on mine as her hand travelled slowly up my thigh.

“Um…” I said, “I’m so sorry, I’ve just… never thought of you this way.”

“I wanted you since the seventh grade,” Saylia said, gripping my thigh and smiling eagerly. I wasn’t sure what to think, but she was close enough that I could smell the baby powder on her.

I looked down at her perfect hand, and back up to those steely eyes that wanted me so badly. Saylia Diamond, winner of the spelling bee, eating me up with her eyes. I had to laugh. This girl had been one of my favourites, but she had been dark. Now I saw a mature need in her eyes. “I used to stare at you,” she said, with a smile. “I’ve thought about you so often since then, It’s quite… magical that I found you here.”

“Indeed,” I said, placing my hand over hers. She was stroking my thigh, and I felt so excited by her touch that I had to stop her.

“Listen,” I heard myself say. “I don’t live far from here…” her fingers tightened on my leg.

“Yes?”

“And if you want to come home with…”

“I’d like very much to come.” Saylia downed the rest of her drink and grabbed her jacket. Her eyes were cool fire as she stood on thin and lithe legs. “Take me home, Miss Blanchard.”

As we walked, I could feel her beside me. She smoked a cigarette which was unexpected, and every few paces, I was engulfed in a cloud of smoke. My legs felt like jelly as we approached my building. “You live here?” she asked, butting out her cigarette with her Birkenstock sandal.

“I do now,” I said.

“Which floor? It’s either safety or view, isn’t it?”

“View,” I said, smiling. “I live on the top floor.”

As we walked toward the elevators, she did something unexpected, and touched my face. I drew back, unsure of what to do. My fingers found the button, and she leaned in to kiss my cheek. It was slow and warm, and when the elevator came, Saylia practically pushed me inside.

I felt her mouth on mine, and her fingers in my hair. As we rose into the sky she kissed me hard, and pressed herself against my hip. I responded to her, because I had Kütahya Escort Bayan no choice! Her mouth was demanding, and when the door to my floor opened, we fell out of it and slammed against the wall on the twelfth floor. She had me pinned, and I dropped my bag on the floor to touch her face. And suddenly her hands were everywhere on me.

“Second door,” I stammered, grabbing that beautiful hand and leading her to my apartment. What was I thinking? This girl was twenty-three, maybe twenty-four, and I was… well, I knew better. We entered my apartment door and into the small foyer. She dropped her coat on the floor. I could see the outline of her nipples on that gray tank top, and I don’t know, but my hands gravitated towards them, until we were standing, face to face, with our hands on each other’s boobs.

“You were always beautiful, Miss Blanchard.”

“I’m an older woman now…” I started to explain, but her mouth cut me off. I felt her soft lips against mine, her tongue exploring my mouth.

“I know what I want,” Saylia said. “And I want you.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled me toward her. I felt her warm against me, and drank her in with my hands on her small waist, on her ass.

When I walked her to my bedroom, she didn’t resist. She crossed her arms in front of her and pealed off her tank top, exposing perfect young breasts -no bra- and she looked pleased at herself.

“Lose the top,” she said.

“I was hoping you could help me with that,” I said, feeling a spread of warmth in my groin.

“Sure.” She pressed herself against me to remove my top, and I laced my fingers around her waist as she relieved me of my clothing.

Her hands found my bare breasts as we fell backwards on my bed. I arched my back and moaned as she took my nipple between her teeth and bit down a little. I cried out, but she just said “shh..” and I bit my lip. She slid her pants down, and straddled me. I was still wearing my pants, but she was grinding into me so it didn’t matter. She lay on top of me and rubbed my clit with her body. I was squirming underneath her, desperate to take off my stupid pants. I reached down and undid Escort Kütahya them.

“Hang on,” I said as I wriggled out of my pants. “Come back,” I urged when i was lying only in my underwear. She did.

I grasped her hips as she rubbed against me with her crotch. It felt beautiful and my hips rose to meet her movement. I felt her breathing change and her pulse increase, like a fine engine. I pulled her into me, and she wriggled above me, kissing my neck and the top of my chest.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “Does that feel good?”

“So good,” I groaned, lifting my hips faster.

Suddenly she straddled my face and pulled her underwear over to the side. “Lick me. Fast,” she said, lowering herself so her sex was in my face.

“Ok,” I said, and started flicking my tongue over her swollen clit.

“Yeah…” she said as I licked her hard. She rode my face until she started moaning ad begging for more.

“Make me cum!”

“Mmm…”

“Yeah, I’m gonna cum!” she moaned, gripping my headboard. I licked her as fast as I could, my tongue grazing her sensitive clitoris. She sat on my face, and rode my tongue like a jockey at the Breeder’s Cup. I knew I hit the spot when she practically exploded into me. and called out my old name… Miss Blanchard… Miss Blanchard… She collapsed into my bed and covered herself in blankets, smiling, smiling.

“I’d like to return the favour,” Saylia said, slipping her hand between my legs. I admit, it didn’t take much prompting until I was practically begging her to rub between my thighs, and bring me to the same ecstasy she had found riding my mouth. She kissed my neck, sending delicious shivers down my body, and I didn’t want her to stop touching me. “I want to taste you,” she said, sliding down the bed until she was covered by the sheets and the duvet. I closed my eyes and felt her.

Her tongue circled my clit, and i rubbed against her mouth, calling out Saylia! Saylia! She sped up and I felt myself building towards orgasm.

“You want me?” Saylia asked from somewhere dark.

“Yes. Don’t stop!” She didn’t stop. My orgasm came hard, and I pressed into her face as I came in great waves of relief. She licked me slow now, and my pulse came against her tongue.

“Are you happy,” Saylia said, emerging from my covers.

“Yes,” I managed.

“So am I,” she said. She lay with her head on my chest.

“Is that what…”

“What I always wanted,” she finished.

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Jack sits across from me at his desk with his feet up, as usual, looking at ridiculous immature videos on his phone and making comments out loud as if anybody else is really listening. Jack is very appropriately named because that’s exactly what he is. A Jack-off. He is a misogynistic pig with absolutely no self worth. It’s so hard to concentrate on work when you have distractions like this; his annoying sneers and snickers and comments under his breath. How he was even hired to work here I will never know.

My phone buzzes alerting me to a text message, pulling my eyes away from Jack and his antics. Thank god.

I hit the icon and bring up the text. Once again it’s from an unknown number. I have been getting these random texts for a few weeks now and I have no idea who they are from. I consistently ignore them, but not this one. I’m intrigued. And a little scared. Ok maybe a little flattered, too.

Unknown: You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on…

And the messages just keep coming, one after another.

Unknown: I want to run my fingers through your long brown hair, breath you in, that perfume you wear mmmmmmm, it drives me insane….

It has to be somebody in this office. Somebody who gets close enough to me to smell my pheromones and my fragrance.

Maybe it’s Chad. Chad seems like a sexual being, but in a nice way. He subtly hits on me from time to time, a wink here, a bright flashy smile there, a hand to the small of my back occasionally. He comes close enough to me to be able to smell my fragrance. I’d definitely fuck him if I had the chance.

Has to be Chad. God I hope it’s Chad.

I’m not gonna lie I might of used some of these mere encounters in my fantasies when I go down on myself in the shower. And before bed. And after the gym. But that’s a story for another time.

I really need to get some work done. I put my phone on silent and stuff it back in my purse. Not worth getting fired over just to flirt with some anonymous coward.

***

That night on my way out of the office, I pass Chad. There was no way around him other than through. His large brick house frame takes up most of the hallway in a sexy professional wrestler kind of way. I flash him a quick smile as I slipped past him.

“Carrie, I love that perfume. What is it? ‘Aura?’ Mmmm. The way it mingles on your skin….”

I knew it.

Before my face turns redder than my lipstick I scurry to my car, my panties dampening with sexual moisture. I’m Kayseri Escort no prude, that’s for damn sure, but he just DOES something to me. I lose my senses around him. I get stupid. Guess I’ll just have to take care of myself YET again. Maybe I’M the coward.

*** I lean down to turn the water on full blast and to temperature of scalding hot lava. A cold shower would probably do me some good, but I’d rather it be hot and steamy. The water cascades down my body and it feels amazing. My goosebumps melt, it’s been blustery and cold out lately, and my tight muscles finally relax.

I begin to lather myself as thoughts of the mysterious text messages creep back into my head again. So do the images of Chad. I imagine Chad’s hard body standing in front of me, his full pouty lips close to mine. His thick cock standing at attention practically begging me to reach out and stroke it. I insert two fingers inside myself, pretending it’s Chad. Over and over again as a matter of fact. Maybe I should just reply to these messages and solve the mystery so I can actually concentrate on something other than sex.

My orgasm explodes and more tension is relieved as I end my glorious shower. I pat myself dry, lotion up my skin and blow out a big sigh. Even though it’s early evening, I slip into my flannel pajamas, make a cup of hot tea, and settle in with a book.

All is nice and peaceful. If only for a brief moment.

Unknown: Hello gorgeous! What are you wearing?

Oh no. Not now.

My heart skips a beat. I don’t like confrontation. Flirting yes, but I’m really not sure what this is or what this may lead to. I debate on whether or not to reply and to end this silly game.

Me: Who is this?

Unknown: Ahhhh I’ve got your attention now, don’t I?

Me: Yes. Sure. So tell me who this is!

Unknown: Oh come on, it’s your favorite coworker!

Another heartbeat skipped before it starts racing like a Ferrari. So maybe I feel like being a little naughty. Especially with Chad.

Me: What makes you so sure you are my favorite?

Unknown: I see the way you look at me. The way you bite your lip and shift in your seat when you read my messages. I can see the lust in your eyes.

Ok this is borderline creepy, but creepy I can handle it. Especially if it ends in amazing sex.

Me: Nothing

Unknown: Nothing?

Me: Yeah. That’s what I’m wearing.

A few moments pass and I am almost excitedly anticipating the next message. Kayseri Escort Bayan I glance at my tea as it gets colder and I’m getting hotter.

Unknown: Show me

Me: What?

Unknown: Show me. I want proof that you are naked right now, send me a picture.

That’s one thing I won’t do. Pictures. That’s hard evidence that can be forever in cyber world. No fucking way.

Me: Not a damn chance. I don’t even know who I’m texting let alone share a picture of myself nude and vulnerable!

Unknown: Fair enough.

And that’s where that conversation ended. For the time being. And I was ok with that. I think.

***

The next day continues with my same old boring routine. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my job, and I don’t mean to complain. But, needless to say I think it’s something everybody goes through at some point in their lives. Everybody needs a little excitement, a little shaking up, some rattling.

And my rattling is about to begin.

Unknown: Janitors closet. Noon. Meet me there.

Me: What? No. No way.

I waited a few minutes staring at the time on my phone, 1136am. Nothing. No reply from my mystery person. Several minutes pass by on only a few seconds. Do I go? Or do I blow mystery person off? Seems almost hypocritical if I don’t seek out this possible adventure that threw itself at me.

Then I come to my senses. What if it’s Chad?? I could be passing up an amazing opportunity.

It’s 1157am. I start to chew on my fingernails and it isn’t even helping. The only thing to distract me is Jack sitting at his desk doing the usual, playing games on his phone or whatnot. I get up from behind my desk, cautiously look around and make my way toward the janitors closet. What do I have to lose?

In the hallway behind the main door to our office is THE place. I open the door and flick on the light. Empty except for the normal items you would expect in a cleaners storage room; mops, buckets, spray bottles of disinfectant, cleaning cloths, that moldy metallic smell of dirt and grime. I close the door behind me and just stare. My mind starts racing when suddenly the light goes off. I hear the door click open, light trickles in for a brief moment but my eyes haven’t yet adjusted.

I stand still, trying not to move at all. I’m holding my breath so I don’t even make a sound. But it’s too late. I’m trapped.

Suddenly and with quiet precision the buttons of my blouse were being manipulated by Escort Kayseri a set of fingers that didn’t belong to me. I felt a wave of hot breath brush up against my neck and I became even more ridged, yet aroused. No words were being exchanged. There was complete silence save for the blood that was bounding through my vessels from both excitement and nervousness.

The mystery fingers continued their way deeper into my blouse, tracing the edges of my bra, eventually making their way to my overly-sensitive nipples.

My heavy moan broke the silence. Still no legible words were spoken, but they really weren’t needed or wanted. I could only concentrate on the masculine hands that cupped my tits with a desire and a need that sent a chill up my spine. My need or his? I wasn’t sure.

His hot mouth landed on the crook of my neck and meandered down past my collarbone before taking in a nipple. Skillfully he rolled it around with his generous tongue. It was already hard, as he nibbled it with care. I felt myself become wet, moisture seeping through my panties, settling in between my thighs. I wanted fucked. But I couldn’t even identify whose body was there with me in the dark, turning me on, suffocating me with passion.

I could feel a rock hard cook pressing against the cheeks of my ass, begging to be used. My hand caressed it through the soft cotton of his pants. In my mind I see Chad, his sexy sinister smile staring me down as I manipulate the zipper to free his hard on. In reality, I had no idea who I was dealing with.

My legs began to quiver as I knelt before him and guided him into my waiting mouth. A salty bit of liquid slid down my throat and I took him deeper with every swallow. He was girthy and delicious. I savored this act. This moment. And I remembered how much I miss this. He forcefully grabbed the back of my head, thrusting himself deeper into me. This was not what I expected to be doing today, but it certainly was a pleasant surprise.

It didn’t take long before he exploded generously into my mouth. I gulped down his seed, a little left lingering on my lips. Mystery man zipped his pants, wiped the remaining cum off of my mouth with his finger and he was gone. I sat pondering this episode for a few minutes before getting up off my knees, straightening myself out and heading back to work. I didn’t like to be late coming back from my lunch break so I hustled to my desk without checking myself in a mirror first.

I settle into my chair, take a big cleansing breath, and unlock my computer. Jack walks over to me with a smile on his face and quietly says “check your phone.”

I pull my phone out of my purse and check the one text message that is waiting for me.

Unknown: 125 Broad St. 7pm. We need to finish what we started…

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As I drove us towards the restaurant, Ann was quiet. Oddly, we both were. Once we’d gotten into the car, we’d both stopped to think about all the things that had just happened while we were inside The Leather Door. It was as if we were silently reflecting on what we’d just done. For me, it was more than just the sex with Ann. It was the entire party, and what happened afterward. And while I didn’t know what Ann was thinking about exactly, I was sure the events of the last few hours were going through her mind. She was playing with the heel of her white stiletto, her legs crossed underneath her as she sat in the passenger seat, staring out the windshield. I was following Dana, who was leading the way towards where we were going, with Missy in the passenger seat of Dana’s car.

Ann eyes shifted toward the floor of the car, and finally she took a deep breath, sighing.

“Are you okay, babe?” I finally asked.

“I suppose,” she said, not sounding that convincing.

“What’s the matter?”

“I…I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Done what? You did a lot of things?”

“Upstairs, with you.”

“So…you’re saying you shouldn’t have fucked me?”

“No. Well, I don’t know.”

“Wow…I never thought I’d hear you say you’re sorry we had sex,” I said with a laugh, trying to lighten her mood just a little.

Ann looked at me and smiled. “That’s not what I meant, Neil. Are you upset that I sucked you in front of all of those girls?”

“No…why?”

“Well, I just don’t want you to think that I used you.”

“You did use me…and I used you too. That’s always going to happen when we fuck.”

“Again, that’s not what I meant.” I looked at Ann, letting her know she needed to just tell me what was on her mind. “You know, I love showing myself…the exhibitionism…the thrill of it. But that’s me. I guess I feel a little odd about all my girlfriends knowing now just how big you are…and how amazing you are.”

“They were going to know how big I was anyway, Ann. Missy gave every one of them one of those ‘Antonio’ dildos as a party favor for coming to your shower. Or you’re bachelorette party…or, whatever that was.”

“I didn’t know Missy was going to do that at the time. When I unzipped you and pulled out your cock…that was me doing that on my own.”

“So?”

“So…I’m the one that showed them. And now, I’m not so sure I don’t regret it. And part of that is BECAUSE Missy gave them the dildos.”

“I thought you said we shouldn’t look back with regret if what we did was hot. And I have to tell you, Ann…that was a lot hotter than watching those strippers dance. The fact that every girl stopped and watched you kind of proved that, don’t you think?”

“That’s because YOU are so much hotter than either of those guys, and you know it. But you’re right. I did say we shouldn’t regret what we do together.”

“Well, then the question is…do you believe that?”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann stared at her torn blouse and shredded bra, lying in a pile on the black leather couch in Missy’s office. She was still naked, cum oozing down her legs from her pussy, her labia splayed and slightly swollen from the intensity of our fucking. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, tits jutting out proudly from her chest from the position she was bound in.

I had the same feeling of guilt come over me that I had when I’d ripped the front of Carol’s blouse open in the examination room of the Hospital in West Virginia. But this time, the bra was toast too. And there was no blazer for Ann like Carol had, to put on and cover herself. While it was hot when we were doing it, now, it seemed really stupid. Not to mention wasteful.

But Ann looked at me after eyeing her mutilated clothes, and she smiled, just before she burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, still feeling a little remorseful for ruining part of her outfit.

“I just can’t believe you read my mind and ripped those off of me. God that was hot!”

“What? Really?”

“Sure! Don’t you think so?”

“Well, yeah…when I was doing it. But now…”

“Neil…I don’t think you should feel guilty for doing something like that with me. It WAS hot. And if it was hot at the time we were doing it, then it is what it is. I don’t think we should look back with regret. If we start doing that, we’ll end up never taking chances. I think we’ve both established that we don’t want to play our marriage safe.”

“So, we’re not going to be…safe?” I asked.

“I want to be safe in your arms, baby. But I think I speak for both of us when I say we love taking a few risks every now and then. If we start regretting things we’ve done, then we won’t want to take any more risks…and I think that would be a shame. Don’t you?” she said, batting her big beautiful brown eyes at me with an impish, innocent look on her face.

It really wasn’t a point that one would argue. I loved the fact that we were…adventurous. “Yes…that WOULD be a shame. So…where do we go from here,” I said, pointing at the pile of useless clothes.

“Well, I love flashing…but just walking Isparta Escort around naked? I don’t know about that. Besides, giving those two guys a free look at the goods…that just ain’t happening.”

I gave her a wicked little grin, and grabbed Ann by the handcuffs, pulling her to me, twisting her quickly so that she fell into my arms. Holding her steady, I reached down and pawed at her left tit with my big right hand, squeezing it.

Ann smiled nervously, biting her lip as she said, “You’re going to make me go in there like this, aren’t you?” I could feel the shiver run up her spine as I held her tightly.

I watched her eyes, trying to determine if she really wanted me to do just that…make her parade around in the room just like she was. But as much as that appealed to me on one level, Ann was right. Even I didn’t want the two strippers to get that good of a look. So, I compromised, helping Ann into her thong and miniskirt.

“I’m surprised you’re letting me put these on,” Ann said, leaning into me as I pulled the thong up her sculpted, athletic thighs.

“I thought about it. But I don’t want them even thinking they might see your pussy. Besides, I like the idea that you’re going to be very wet…and very sticky the rest of the night when that big load starts dripping out of you.” I felt Ann shiver and I let a devilish little laugh.

“You are such a naughty man,” Ann said. She looked down at me, crouching in front of her. I leaned forward and flicked my tongue quickly over her protruding clit as it tried to poke a hole in the fabric of her thong, making a jolt run through her body. When I looked back up at her, Ann’s eyes were wide, and she answered my question before I asked it, saying “And…I wouldn’t want you any other way, baby.”

Her panties safely tucked under her little plaid skirt, I got dressed and led Ann out of the room and down the hall; the rest of her garments, or what was left of them, held tightly in my left hand. Ann took a deep breath as we stopped to let her compose herself before I led her in the room. Her nipples were stiff, but I couldn’t resist leaning down and sucking on each of them, making them pop out farther from her areolas. Leaving them shiny from my saliva, Ann moaned and said, “Are you happy with my nipples now, or do you need some more time to make sure they stick out the way you want them?”

“You know, I think they might look better if the were accessorized. I think I saw a set of nipple clamps in that little kit that these cuffs came in,” I said, my eyebrow arched as I peered into her eyes.

She knew I was serious. At least, she thought I was, and she shuddered a little. “Uh…I’ll be good,” she said, trying to make me laugh. I patted her on her ass and opened the door to the room where the party was being held.

Actually, it was the room where the party HAD been held. The room was empty, except for all of the presents left behind, and the three people who were cleaning up the mess left behind. Missy and Dana were busy picking up wrapping paper and throwing away plastic cups and napkins and such. To the side was Billie, taking Ann’s presents out of the individual packages they came in and neatly packing them into a larger box that would hold them all.

“Where’d everybody go?” I said disappointedly.

Dana looked up and smiled. Missy laughed and said, “I only paid for the guys for two hours. The rest of the girls left to get their other halves so we can meet them at the restaurant. They got tired of waiting.”

Ann said, “Waiting. We only went off to have a quickie for God’s sake.”

Missy got a shocked look on her face and said, “A quickie? Hell, Ann, you two were gone for almost an hour.”

“Really?” Ann said, looking over at Billie, who was smiling at the two of us.

“Fifty minutes by my watch, dear,” Billie said.

“Wow, that really WAS a quickie,” I said with a smirk on my face.

“Really?” Missy said in disbelief.

Before Ann could answer, Dana said, “It probably is, the way those two go at it. I bet they’d still be in there if we didn’t have to go out to eat.”

“Very funny,” Ann said. “Still, I feel bad that they all had to wait around for us. Did everybody at least have a good time?”

“I think so,” Missy said confidently.

“It would have been better if the strippers would have actually stripped!” Billie said, surprising all of us.

“What?” Dana chuckled.

“Well, if they’re going to do a private party, and they’re going to thrust their dongs in our faces, the least they could do is actually strip off and show us,” Billie said gruffly.

Missy said, “You know…they were supposed to, weren’t they! Hell, I paid for the two of them to go all the way. I’m going to have to call their agency tomorrow and get a refund, dammit!” Missy walked by with a trashbag, and I stopped her and dropped the blouse and bra in side. “What that hell happened to those,” she asked.

Ann perked up and said, “Oh my God Missy! We did it…we did it!”

“You did what?”

“Neil was Rupert! And I…I was…I was…”

Ann was so Isparta Escort Bayan excited, she was stammering. “Stacy,” I said, helping Ann finish her sentence.

Missy’s mouth dropped open. “No WAY!”

Ann nodded. “Yeah. And your office was perfect…and this is even a…”

“Sex shop!” Missy said, and the two of them screamed like teenagers. Ann was even jumping up and down with Missy, her tits bouncing for me to admire. Missy went to hug her, and realized Ann’s hands were still cuffed. Turning, Missy said, “Billie, do you have the keys to the handcuffs over there?”

Billie nodded and slid them across the floor towards Missy, and Ann turned around and let Missy take the cuffs off. Missy removed them, and then she hooked one of the cuffs to the sash on her waist, giving her sexy white sun dress an even sexier look. She added to that when she lifted up the short hem and tucked the key into a white lace garter she had on her right thigh. Ann turned back to Missy and got her hug. It seemed so strange that Ann was half-naked, and yet it also seemed so natural…and more than a little hot.

“The couch?” Missy asked.

“It was perfect. And then he put my arms over his head…and…carried me. Just like the movie!”

“You’re kidding me! How was it?”

“I felt like I was flying…and God was he huge inside me then. Well, he’s always huge, but it felt even bigger…and then…”

“The doorway?”

“No…we used the window. It was a little different. He had me pressed against the glass overlooking the street.”

“Really…so everyone could actually see you if the were looking?”

“Well, not really. I mean, with the glass being tinted and all, no one could see us.”

Missy put her hand over her mouth. “Ann! It’s tinted, barely. Not like the glass downstairs. Hell, even that glass you can see through if it’s cloudy or dark out. That’s why we have the blinds.”

Ann started to turn red and said, “What are you saying?”

Missy laughed and said, “I’m saying, the windows in my office are a little darker than normal, but you CAN see through them…easily. And if you were pressed against the glass…well, if anyone was looking, they sure got a good show.”

Ann turned to me, and I smiled. She shrugged her shoulders and said, “Fuck it. I had fun, and I lived out my little fantasy, so it was totally worth it.”

“I’ll say,” I agreed.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We helped finish cleaning the upstairs room. But Dana was getting antsy. “You know, we really need to get going.”

“Then let’s go,” I said, looking around and seeing we were pretty much done.

Ann looked at me and said, “I suppose you want me to go like this?” She lifted up her amazing tits in her hands, making sure I remembered she was still topless. It wasn’t like I could forget, since my eyes had been stealing looks the entire time she walked around as she helped straighten up.

“Now that you mention it,” I said, kidding with her.

“I need a new outfit,” Ann said, looking over at Missy. “Got anything particularly slutty that might suit me, Miss?”

“I think we can find something. Let me go downstairs and see what I can find.”

“Nope. I’m coming with you. That will just take more time, and Dana’s in a hurry.”

“You’re going downstairs like that, dear?” Billie asked.

“Uh-huh. You’re not disappointed in me, are you, Em?”

“Never, sweetheart. I love your free spirit. I always have. Just act like you’re supposed to be that way…don’t look for the stares, or it WILL take longer.”

“Thanks, Em…see you in a little while?” Ann asked.

“Of course. I have to go get Alfred, but we’ll be there. We may be a little late though.”

“Really?”

Billie picked up her little gift bag, and pulled out the take home dildo, waving it as she passed us heading toward the door. “Yes. I think ‘Antonio’ and I are going to have to get acquainted first.”

I kind of blanked for a moment, shaking my head as what she said sank in. When it finally registered, I noticed Billie staring at my crotch as she stood in the doorway. Ann didn’t seem fazed in the least, acting like there was nothing unusual about Billie announcing she was going to go home and fuck herself with a rubber cock. Instead, Ann asked, “What about Alfred?”

“Don’t worry, dear. I’ll let him watch.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Billie left us standing there, shocked just a little. Well, I was. The women in the room seemed to take it in stride.

I turned to Ann, bewildered, and she just shrugged her shoulders. “What can I say? Em really never was in a shell for me to get her out of. She’s been pretty open about her sex life since I’ve known her. That’s what makes it so easy to be around her.”

Dana said, “That’s crap and you know it. She may have said a few things, but she never would have acted like this before you came into her life.”

“Okay, that might be a little true. But don’t make it sound like I corrupted her. Em has taught all of us a thing or two, if you remember.”

Dana and Missy started laughing, but I knew it was something Escort Isparta I was never going to know about. It was one of those secrets that ‘sisters’ share, like my Mom had with her friends, Carrie and Paula. Instead, I honed in on something else entirely that intrigued me.

Looking at Ann, I asked simply, “Em?”

“Em…as in the letter ‘M’; as in…Mom. Em is like my California Mom.”

“Oh…well…that makes sense to me now,” I chuckled.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Missy and Ann walked hand in hand down the stairs towards the store part of the old house. I was sure there would be at least a few customers that would be milling about, and I was excited about seeing their reaction when Ann strolled through the aisles topless on the way to the clothing area. But I didn’t get see that. Dana had me taking things she had brought to the party back to her car. And, I had to put Ann’s big box of sex toys in the back of her Honda. By the time I got that done and I was back in the store, Ann was already in the dressing room area with Missy.

I knew Ann had had an impact on the customers, because I saw several men craning their necks from behind displays and racks, hiding themselves. My guess was they were hoping for another look, but didn’t want to be out in the open in case that might scare her off. In contrast were the two women that were in the store, one browsing in the vibrator section, and the other holding a VHS tape in the doorway that led to the adult videos. They were both very blatant and open in their staring towards the closed curtain that led to the dressing rooms.

I walked over next to the checkout counter and waited for five minutes, until Missy walked out of the dressing area, strutting toward me with a puzzled look on her face. She stopped so abruptly right in front of me, it made the silver handcuffs dangling from the sash of her dress swung up and hit me lightly in the crotch. Her quizzical stare made it evident something was really bothering her, and she said, “Ann was telling me that you’re really different from most guys. Well, all guys that I know of. Is that true?”

“I’m not sure what Ann would have been talking about. Care to enlighten me?”

“Um…well, I’m…not really sure how to phrase this.”

“You’re a friend of Ann’s, Missy, which means you’re a friend of mine. And I’m sure it has something to do with sex, so…just spit it out.”

Missy flashed me a big, toothy smile and said, “Well, it does have to do with sex. I think everything Ann has on the brain lately has to do with sex…but that’s because she has you on the brain all the damn time. And you should know, when it comes to sex, I don’t spit. I swallow.”

“I would have been surprised if you didn’t,” I said as I leaned back with my hands the counter, crossing my legs. “So…what do you want to know?”

“Ann says that you…kiss…afterwards. Is that true?”

Missy was squirming a little, going back and forth between being a confident sexual woman, and a shy inquisitive little girl. I knew what she wanted to know, but I loved watching the way she was acting, so I played coy. “I kiss after what…sex? Of course I kiss her after sex. I kiss her before it and during it too. It would be rude not to kiss her afterwards.”

Missy looked at me and crossed her arms, striking a defensive pose. “Okay…I’ll be blunt. Ann says you don’t mind tasting your own cum, and that you kiss her after she sucks your cock and lets you cum in her mouth. She said you’ve even cleaned her face before. True…or not true?”

“Why?”

“Why…what?”

“Why do you want to know? Were you planning on sucking me?”

“No!”

“Well, why is this so important then?”

“I just wanted to know if Ann was lying to me, that’s all.”

“Have you ever known Ann to lie…I mean, does she have a habit of telling you stories that aren’t true?”

“No…Ann’s never lied to me before. Why would you think that?”

“I don’t,” I said with a grin.

Missy’s left hand came up and covered her open mouth. Then she grinned and said, “I just answered my own question, didn’t I?” I nodded, still smiling at her. She practically jumped up and down, excited for reasons that I couldn’t figure out. “Don’t go anywhere, Neil. I’ll be back.”

I watched her tight little ass swaying as it headed back to the dressing room along with the rest of her, and I couldn’t help but wonder what that conversation had been about. At least, other than what was on the surface. I’d gotten used to women and their reactions to the fact that I was willing to taste my own sperm. But usually that was a direct result from what I’d done it with them during some kind of sexual encounter. I couldn’t remember having a random conversation about it with anyone that I hadn’t been intimate with. As Missy slipped through the curtain, I was left to ponder why she’d asked the question in the first place.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I had a long time to ponder. At least, it seemed long. Dana had been browsing around the store, looking for things that she might like to continue to stoke the fire between her and Chad. She’d even bought a couple of things and had taken them out to the car. But now she was standing next to me as we waited for Ann to pick out an outfit. The odd thing was, Missy wasn’t bringing her any clothes to try on. In fact, Missy hadn’t come out in the ten minutes or so since she went in.

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Just a short disclaimer: This is fiction. I’m not Anna, and will ignore feedback from those who think so.

Other feedback and comments is of course always appreciated. Love to all and enjoy the read. –Lin

It was morning. I could tell by the fact that I was about to wake up, like so many times before. Before I even knew who or where I was, I knew that it was morning. That was, and still is, the greatest blessing of my life. To be able to wake up, in my own pace, without the hammering siren of an alarm clock calling me to yet another nine-to-five torture day.

The rest, the money, the comfort, the clothes and the ease of day-to-day worries, was just icing on the cake. I would never have to worry about paying the bills. In fact, I would never even see the bills. All that was taken care of.

Slowly, my mind floated up to the surface of consciousness, a shimmering dot of sunlight in the darkness of dreams. As one by one my senses returned, I began to come to grips with the world around me, and what my senses told caused the gears in my head to start rolling. There was something not quite right here.

Maybe not wrong, but certainly out of the ordinary.

The smell was different. This was not the stale air of a closed bedroom and warm eiderdow sheets. This was not the light smell of my skin and my soap. No, this was the smell of sweat, musky cologne and the meaty, sweet tell-tale odours of a night before that must have been nothing short of amazing. Now, you might think that the thought of that would give me that ever so familiar, warm feeling that waking up after such a night can give.

Now it was just annoying, because as hard as I tried, I could not even recall the smallest detail about the day before. Nothing, my memory was blank.

The taste in my mouth told me the same thing. It seemed like I had been a good bad girl last night. The odd thought about whether soaking in THAT a whole night might be bad for the teeth or not passed drearily through my mind. But no pointer, no flashes, no recollection at all.

I could hear the sound of a serene sleeping breathing next to my left ear, and my bed was heaving underneath me in rhythm with the breaths, pressing against my chest.

Wait. That was no mattress. That was skin. Warm, sweaty, sticky, bare skin against mine. As I came to my senses, I could feel that naked body underneath me. I was lying right on top of someone. A man, a man with a strong, muscular chest where I rested my head, just underneath his neck and chin. My hand on the front of his shoulder, my legs straddling his right thigh. An arm was wrapped around me on one side, probably to prevent me from sliding off him, and it’s hand was resting firmly on my ass. A finger had even snuck in between my buttocks.

Where the hell was I? Who the hell was this man? Finally, I reached the surface of awareness, shook off the last traces of sleep, and opened my eyes. Ok, the surroundings were familiar. I was at home, in my own bed, but not alone. I lifted my head to look down at the face of the man underneath me.

I knew him. His name was Daniel. I knew him so well, much better than he knew me. And then, I suddenly remembered. Yesterday came rushing back…

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He had been there for over a year. That kind, handsome, cheerful man. Always smiling, always helpful, polite, respectful. He lived two doors down, in an expensive apartment just like mine. We had shared the quietness in the elevator, we had shared short moments of idle chit-chat while waiting for cabs in the lobby, we had shared cabs sometimes, short walks in the corridors. A smile, a greeting, a comment on the weather, a brief discussion about whatever was on the news. Short moments in each others’ homes, as we also shared books, occasional CDs and DVD movies. He had a lot of books.

The almost daily routine of polite greetings soon turned into mutual jestful, friendly flirting and five minutes of yapping about new books or movies. The encounters with Daniel became more and more important for me. It was a patch of normality in my extraordinary life, a break from the crazy roller-coaster that was my work. In my business, the mundane and the everyday becomes a cherished hobby.

In time, we got to share more than just books. He shared his musings on everything under the sun, I shared my laughter at his easygoing way of approaching even the most serious matters. He shared stories about his family, I listened and relished, but didn’t open up about mine. How could I, when I had none? He told me at length about his work, chief developer and co-owner of a successful software development company. A position which immediately made me label him a geek. All in good fun of course. He was my geek, I was his bookworm. He told me on a regular basis about meetings and characters he met at the office. I kept my mouth shut about my days. I mean, come on. How could I ever tell him? Fortunately, he took the hint of my reluctance to share, and asked no prying Kastamonu Escort questions. Always careful, always respectful.

But still, how he must have wondered.

That all came to an end that one afternoon, when I heard that familiar tappeti-tap-tap knock on my door. I went to open it, and as expected, Daniel stood outside. I wondered what he might want. Maybe something fun had happened at work that he wanted to share? Maybe he had found that book we were both looking for?

“Hey, geekboy!” I said and gave him a friendly hug. “What’s up?”

“Oh, not much, Anna. Say, are you big on musicals?”

“Musicals? I don’t know, I think people bursting out into song just looks so silly in a movie. Not since Mary Poppins, if you ask me.”

“Oh, I don’t talk about the movie kind, but the real thing, on stage. That’s a whole different thing. See, the reason I’m asking is that I’ve got two tickets to a new show tonight. I don’t know quite what it is, but It’s supposed to be really good. But my date decided to stand me up and spend the evening doing adult things with her ex instead. So, I’m all alone, with first class seats, and no date. Wanna be my replacement for the night?”

That’s when my brain shut down and caution flew out the window.

“Wow, can I come!?”

“You know, I just asked. Duh.”

“Smartass. Of course I wanna go! When is it?”

“At eight. We’d better take a cab at seven to get there safe on time. Unless, Are you hungry?”

“Famished.”

“Then just put something nice on, and I’ll meet you in the lobby in ten minutes.”

“Make that twenty.” I said. “I’m a girl, you know.”

“You are!?” he said with feigned chock.

“Very funny. Twenty minutes. Now scram, so I can take a shower.”

“Need any help?”

“Haha. Go away, you naughty boy.”

“Yes ma’am. See you then!”

We had dinner at a small Lebanese restaurant nearby, with excellent food and a good selection of wine. Most of all, it was quiet, good service, and not as snobby a clientele as in the uptown joints. We enjoyed our meals and went on with the same old yap and banter that we always did, about movies, books, now also musicals, and almost anything under the sun. Then we hailed a cab and aimed for Broadway.

I don’t remember anything about the musical, except that it was the rocky kind and that the music was a bit loud. I wasn’t paying attention like Daniel was, I was too caught up in the moment. This was the first time in years that I had gone out and done something like this – in private. Being myself, relaxed, with a good friend. So I just sat there and enjoyed being on a regular date. Yes, this was a date, I realised. A date with a good, nice, normal man. When did that happened last? Had I ever had that before?

After the show, the night was far from over. We rushed to the nearest bar, and ordered in silly drinks with umbrellas. We drank, we talked, we drank some more, we laughed, giggled, danced, laughed some more, drank some more, threw peanuts at eachother, threw peanuts at other guests, were told to stop that, bought drinks to all that we had thrown nuts at, and danced danced danced until our feet hurt.

Finally we found ourselves cooling off in a cabride home, and then, in the elevator up to our floor, I turned to look at him. Drunk from alcohol, summer heat, and a boldness that came leaping on me from nowhere, my dam finally burst. I wanted him so bad, I needed him to be all mine, wanted to give him the real me, share all my secrets with him. But I couldn’t I just couldn’t tell him, I was so afraid of what he might say, or think.

So, that night, I gave in to the easy route, and gave him what I right then thought I safely could. My body.

I was too far gone to think it over, too washed over with wine, desire and infatuation to remember that there was a tomorrow, that I would have to wake up. That was for later, now there was only him.

There, in the elevator, his top buttons open, his hair in an irresistible mess, his arm around my waist, hand on the summer sweaty skin of my bare midriffs, me leaned against him, I passed the point of no return. I faced him, grabbed him by the head and placed my lips on his in a feverish, intense kiss.

After a few seconds of stunned surprise, Daniel managed to get a grip on himself and pry me away.

“Woah! What are you doing?” he asked.

“Shut up.” I murmured, and launched another attack at his mouth.

He didn’t resist this time. Instead, he put both his arms around me and pulled me closer. My body pressed up against his, his hands on my back, our lips parted, seeking out eachother. When he sucked my tongue into his mouth, the world around me melted away, blurred and all that mattered was his hands on me, his torso against my breasts, and his lips on mine. The elevator reached our floor, opened and closed the door, and started down again, we didn’t notice.

Five minutes of occupying the elevator later we staggered, Kastamonu Escort Bayan much to the relief of the other hotel guests, out of the elevator, lips still locked, hands all over each other, and across the corridor, straight into my apartment.

In one way, I was so jaded, so bored out of my skull with this. But in another way, it was so good, so real, so incredibly long ago. Long ago? No, forever. I was a virgin, my deflowering incredible. I was a virgin, taken a thousand times before, with fingers, tongues and cocks in every hole, fucked senseless, pumped full of white hot cum.

And still, I was a virgin. Because I had never been made love to.

Clothes were pulled, buttons popped loose, my blouse accidentally torn, as we stripped ourselves and eachother in an almost panicked whirlwind of pent up desire. When I was down to my panties and a bra with one strap already down, I finally managed to snap out of the frenzy and staggered back. Breathless, pulses racing, mouths open, we stared at eachother.

“What are we doing?” Daniel panted. “It’s the wine, the drinks. This is… This is crazy.”

“Is it?” I breathed bach.

“Yeah, I mean… Isn’t it?”

Yes it was. Crazy as hell. More crazy than he could ever guess. But the words just came out of my mouth by themselves.

“I’m not that drunk. I’m perfectly clear. No, this is not crazy, this is wonderful. I want you. I want you so much, Daniel. Don’t tell me you’re not attracted to me.”

“Oh, god yes, I am. But it will change things. You and me won’t be the same anymore. We haven’t crossed that line, yet. We can still back out, and you can still be the girl next door. My bookworm. What if we break that?”

“I don’t give a shit! I can’t stand this! I want you. I want you inside of me. I need you to fuck me all night long, or I’ll go insane! Please!”

In two steps he stepped up to me, took a firm grip at the laced front edge of my bra and just ripped it off my body. It all went so fast that I didn’t even feel any strain at the straps or on my back, just a faint sting across my back, like from a torn band-aid. It wasn’t until after a few seconds that I realised that my chest was bare and that the torn piece of lace and strings that Daniel tossed aside was what I’d just been wearing. Then he promptly picked me up, like I weighed nothing at all, and carried me into the bedroom.

“Don’t do anything, let me.” was all he said, as he gently laid me down in the middle of the bed.

It was happening. I felt like in a dream, the edges were blurry, I felt so warm, so oblivious of anything outside of our two bodies, so safe, so completely taken care of. Daniel leaned over me, kissed me softly on the lips, and placed kiss after kiss after kiss down my body, spending some extra time to suck on my nipples, lick my belly button and blow some warm air on my crotch. Then he sat on his knees, and started pulling my panties down. I lifted my hips to allow them to slip off my ass, then raised my legs as he freed me from them entirely. He then held them up and looked at them with a smile. He held the panties under my nose, and the scent of my own sex filled my lungs.

“Feel that?” he murmured. “Feel how wet you are? When did you get this wet?”

“In the elevator.” I breathed.

He held up the panties to his own face and took a deep breath. “That smells so good. It must taste even better…”

He threw away the panties and positioned himself between my legs. I instinctively spread them as wide as I could. Slowly, ever so slowly, I felt his tongue come in contact with my pussy lips, parting them, and slide deeper in. A rush of pleasure washed over me, and I moaned in delight, as he just kept sinking deeper and deeper inside. Then his hands were there. fingers tracing the slit, lubricating in my juices, before sliding up to my clit. When Daniel’s fingers reached it and started moving in small circles over the sensitive knob, I totally lost it. I just arched my head back, and gave myself to his skilful caress and tougning. Another lubricated finger had been placed on my anus, rubbing gently, but not penetrating.

“Push… push it in…” I panted.

“My finger? Do you want my finger in your ass?”

“Mmmm, yes! Please…”

He pushed, and the finger slipped in first one knuckle and then the second. I love a finger up from behind, and Daniel seemed like he knew what to do with it too. He began to wriggle it around slowly, and pushed it in and out in a slow, fucking motion, in rhythm with the movement of his tongue. I had his fingers on my clit and in my ass, his tongue fucking my cunt and my own hands pulling and pinching my nipples. I could feel my orgasm coming like the train, and when it hit me, it felt like being hit by a train. My mind exploded, my body tensed up, and I let out a loud, long moan. Before my orgasm had fully subsided, Daniel had sat up, taken his hands and mouth off me and climbed up to position his cock at my pussy hole. Escort Kastamonu

I hadn’t even noticed when he took off his pants. Now his hard naked cock slid in without any resistance, it filled me up, he stayed still for a few seconds and I could feel every detail of it inside of me. I looked up to find him looking straight into my eyes, and from that moment, I could look nowhere else. I was hypnotised. Trapped. When his cock began pumping in and out of me, the gaze remained still, steady, intense like nothing else. While Daniel’s cock was fucking my cunt, his eyes were making love to my soul. When he finally came, erupted and unloaded his seed inside of me, he closed his eyes and arched his body, then sunk down on me, emptying the last drops in my womb with a series of short, fast thrust.

For the second time in only a matter of minutes, I also came again, clung to Daniel’s upper body, bit down on his shoulder, and grunted in pace with the thrusts. We rolled over to the side, and his cock slipped out of me, as his eyes found mine again.

“Happy?” he said with a smile. I just grinned and kissed him on the nose.

“Hey, that wasn’t ‘all night’.” I teased him.

“Take it easy, bookworm. I’m a guy, you know how we work. I need some time to, you know, reboot.”

I laughed.

“Reboot?! You geek! Well I need some rest too.” I said and rolled over to the other side. “Let me know when you’re up for some dessert.”

Sexual tension out of the way, my saner side returned with faint objections. This was the man that I had sworn I’d never let that close. The man that unknowingly was the centrepiece in my daily routine, but that I thought I needed out there, distant, polite, normal. Well, fuck that. There was no way to go back now. And I was too spent to be pondering tomorrow. Then Daniel turned around, kissed the back of my neck, slipped a hand around my waist, and pulled me close. For a while, spooned and feeling so comfortable and safe, I allowed myself to drift off to sleep.

After only a few minutes I woke again, feeling that familiar tingling between the legs. Daniel had not fallen asleep, but was absently stroking my hair with one hand and the skin on my tummy with the other. I sat up, looked down at him and smiled.

“Ready for more?” I said.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

We kissed, we licked, we caressed, we fucked, we sucked, we came, we groaned, we screamed… How many different ways? How many times that night? I can’t remember. But from the way I woke up this morning, I’d say that the last time was with me on top. I like that. That’s where I’m at my best. It’s always appreciated.

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That was yesterday, and now I had woken up, it was morning, and the magic of the night was wearing off. Left was the mess, the situation that I had put myself in, my situation, and my strange, strange life. A life that I now had to drag Daniel into. Poor Daniel, he didn’t deserve that. He deserved a simple, good, romantic relationship with a nice, normal girl. And I’m not that. Not at all. Sure, I can act nice. But normal? That’s a joke.

So now I was sitting there, at the edge of my bed, now knowing what to do. This was such a weird situation, I could had read a million Cosmopolitans through my teens, and watched Oprah for fiftytwelve seasons before anyone addressed anything even remotely close to my situation.

“Hey, lover.” his voice called. He had woken up.

I didn’t reply, but before I could stop myself, I had let out a troubled sigh.

“Huh? Are you ok?” came the voice from behind my back. I turned around to face him. It was time for the truth.

“Look…” I started, but interrupted myself, still struggling for words. “Shit! I knew this was going to happen, sooner or later. Damn it!”

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“I really like you.”

There. I blurted it out. So what the hell, I might just as well wing it from there, and see where it got me, I thought. “I might even…I might even be in love with you.”

First he didn’t say anything. Then; “Wow. I’m glad to hear that, because I really don’t want this morning to be the end of us.”

I sighed. “And that’s what makes this so damn hard. But I can’t lie to you. If you want to keep seeing me, you’ll have to know the real me.”

“The real you. And who might that be?”

“Just shut up, and promise that you let me finish.”

“Sure. I promise.”

I told him everything. Everything that I thought I could never tell anyone outside of my business. I told him what, where and how I made the money to rent this great apartment, and what I did when I was away for those nights and weekends all the time.

I told him all about how I was the welcoming arms for the rich and mighty. How I was the ultimate discrete ‘adventure’ for many public persons in this big city. How I was the travel companion and no-commitments all-night sex-partner in upscale hotel rooms all over the world, the instructor of advanced intercourse for the young, rich and restless family-money brats, the dominating aggressive slut for a few regular business execs and the obedient fuck-toy for yet a handful more. All that I was, and all that I told him about, every sordid detail, every role I’d play for the right price.

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Harold and Charmian are not swingers, but every now and then they like to spice up their sex life by letting another couple watch while they fuck. They visit Barry and Laura who themselves are not swingers but are looking forward to seeing a live fuck for the first time. They get on well together and, at the end of Part One, Charmian has had two explosive orgasms. Now Harold has just shot his cum on to his wife’s pear-shaped tits.

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He had seen what Charmian and I hadn’t noticed while anticipating the grand finale: Laura had slumped in her chair, half reclining, her skirt raised and her hand gliding inside the white knickers. Embarrassed now, she covered herself and apologised.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” said Harold. “I expect you can’t wait to get at it yourselves now. In case anyone comes to call or little Johnny comes home for his tea. We’d better leave you to it.”

“No, please don’t go.” This was Laura interrupting quickly. “I mean – well, perhaps you could stay for a while. To see …”

I confess I didn’t know what she wanted. Perhaps at that point she didn’t either. But they agreed to stay. Charmian said, “Well, that’s nice. You obviously enjoyed it.”

“A lot,” I said. What had been exciting for me was the way it had lifted the curtain on the most intimate area of someone’s private life. Charmian was an assistant manageress in a store on Oxford Street. Tomorrow I would see dozens of women like her and I would wonder if – like her – they came alive when they got on their backs and opened their legs to a hungry cock. Of course they do, and now I would look at them and imagine them doing just that. “It was – well, very exciting for me.”

“And for me,” agreed Laura.

“So what would you like us to do? Harold can go again if that would be good. Give him half an hour.”

“Maybe a bit more,” said her husband, handling what had become a very limp dick. “That was quite a session.”

“But you could do it all again?”

“Not exactly the same. We don’t have a set routine, like first this, then that. For it to be good, it has to be spontaneous, doing what we feel like at the time. And it would be nice if you wanted to join in, wouldn’t it, Char?”

“For both of us, yes it would.”

I looked at Laura. “We’ll see,” she said. “But tell us how you got started with – well, with this.”

“It was funny really,” said Harold. “In the summer we like to go for a picnic – there’s an area in Epping Forest we enjoy. Usually fairly quiet, not too many noisy kids. We take a few sandwiches and a thermos of tea and just wind down after a week at work. And this particular Sunday we had it all to ourselves.”

“So there I was, minding my own business, lying back on a blanket with my eyes closed, half dozing, when this devil,” she nodded towards Harold, “this devil put his hand up my skirt. Well, one thing led to another and before I knew it my knickers were off, I was on my knees and Harold was in me from behind.”

“Very good it was, too,” said her husband. “Until suddenly, this man appeared from the trees. I was a bit shaken and stopped, and really I was wondering what to do – pull out, or what – when he said, ‘Please don’t stop. You do it very well. But do you mind if I just watch?’ He was about fifty and he sounded like a well-educated chap, and I saw that he had his cock out and was stroking it.”

“So did I,” said Charmian, “and I was turned on. I told Harold to keep going if he could.”

“It wasn’t difficult. My cock was still up for it and Char was very wet, so I just kept pumping her the way she likes it. Like you’ve seen her. And then, all of a sudden, he gave a little noise and shot his cum on the grass. He said, ‘Thank you. I enjoyed that,’ wiped his knob with a handkerchief. zipped himself up and disappeared back into the trees. I couldn’t have stopped if I’d wanted to, and just as I came we heard a car start up and drive away.”

“Did it ever happen again?”

“No. We went back the next Sunday and a couple of times after, but we never saw him again. The thing was, we couldn’t forget it. Just thinking about it could get us going. So we looked around for a way to have someone watch us. And I found an ad for a hotel in Spain.”

“And that was a mistake,” Charmian added.

“It looked all right. They were open for broadminded couples only, twenty-five and over. It was easy to get the message, so we booked a week. A bit pricey but we took it anyway. The only flight we could get meant we arrived late. When we checked in the reception guy asked us if we wanted to ‘join in straight away.’ He didn’t say join in what, but we were tired and went straight to bed.”

“But we soon found out. Next morning at breakfast. It turned out the hotel was a bit out in the country and had walls all round. Breakfast was served on a patio by the pool. When we got there, we couldn’t believe our eyes, could we?”

“No. There were several couples there, some just having breakfast. All the women were topless. Well, perhaps we shouldn’t have been surprised by that. Zonguldak Escort But there was one woman sitting on the edge of the pool, dangling her legs, and there was a man in the water giving her a lick. Another couple were fucking on a sunbed. At half past nine in the morning.

“Not knowing quite what to do, we found a couple of sunbeds in a corner and watched what would happen. Pretty much everything did. Several times people wandered over and invited us to join them, but we said it was our first day and – well, basically, no thanks.”

Charmian screwed up her face at the memory. “Eventually, one of the less pushy couples came over and asked us why we didn’t want to join in. And when Harold explained what we were hoping for they said they would spread the word to leave us alone. But then they suggested that after the evening meal we would need to avoid what was usually a free-for-all. Instead, they said, we could go to their room with them for a session.”

“To be honest.” Harold added, “we spent most of the rest of the day in our room watching television – there were several porn channels, so we fucked and dozed. But we couldn’t lose sight of why we were there so we decided to go along to this other couple’s room after the meal. And that was another mistake.

“When we tapped on the door, he opened it, stark naked, and beckoned us in. His wife was already being fucked with two men standing over her waiting their turn. There were two women groping each other on the second bed. It was the last straw. We went back to our room and checked out the following morning, got a taxi into town and found another hotel where absolutely nothing was happening. From one extreme to the other.”

“Probably the worst holiday we ever had. An absolute waste of money. I mean, we’re broad-minded but that was like animals.”

“Back to square one,” I said.

“Yes, but the idea wouldn’t go away,” Harold said, “and after a lot of failures with time wasters, we made contact in a chat room with a couple who seemed like us. And that’s how it turned out when we met, and that’s how we’ve gone on ever since.”

“But even now,” added Charmian, “it’s only an occasional thing – when the mood takes us, really. There are two or three couples we’ve been back to, but sometimes we meet people who are all right at the time but no more and they stay a kind of one-off.”

“And us?” asked Laura.

“Oh, we’re very comfortable with you. We wouldn’t still be hear otherwise. We can go on again, if you like. Just say.”

That was when Harold indicated a cock that was beginning to harden under his handling of it, but wasn’t quite ready for to resume normal service. He said, “If I could make a suggestion, why don’t you two ladies set the example? Always speeds things up for me.”

I’ve often wondered since if that was a spur of the moment remark, or whether it was a Charmian that they had used before. Anyway, she quickly turned to Laura and said, “We haven’t asked you, dear, are you bi? Bisexual, I mean.”

As Laura hesitated, I sensed a possibility that had never occurred to me. After a pause she said, “No. Not – I mean, I don’t know. It’s …”

“It’s not a big issue, you know. More and more women seem to be these days.”

“Bisexual?”

“Yes. You wouldn’t be surprised if you worked with me. Just think about it. Helping a customer try on a shoe that’s often a size too small, your hand curls round her calf and you look up for approval – “

“Noting the knickers on the way,” Harold interjected.

“Yes, but also quite often seeing a look in the customer’s eyes that has nothing to do with shoes. More about wondering how it would be to have that hand wander a bit further up her leg.”

“And that really happens?”

“Oh yes. I’ve had more than one woman hand over her credit card with a piece of paper with her phone number on it. I remember another one who asked if she could have a think and come back later. That might have meant she would shop elsewhere but it didn’t. She came back and asked to try on the shoes again. Somehow she then managed to lift one leg higher than the other so her skirt rode up – and showed me everything. She’d been somewhere – the Ladies at John Lewis probably – and taken her knickers off altogether.”

“Do you ever follow up?”

“Never. With that customer I thought, if you’re that eager you’d better go back to John Lewis Ladies and get yourself off there. Sex and work have to be kept apart. A few weeks ago Harold told me about a new woman in his office, mid-twenties, big tits, not much to say about any boy friend. Would have been lovely to have her, but sex and work don’t mix.”

“But,” says Harold, looking at me, “that’s not a problem now. Would Laura like to try?”

I look at Laura. She says. “Can you cope? If I do.”

I’m pretty sure I will be very excited but still not sure how much to give away. “If it’s what you want.”

Charmian feels it’s time to stop talking and move on. She begins to undress Laura who doesn’t object. But then Harold interrupts. “Go ahead, Char. But if Laura Zonguldak Escort Bayan doesn’t mind, can I deal with the white knickers first?”

Charmian laughs. “I should have remembered – it’s his big turn-on. Across your lap?”

“Yes please,”says Harold, seating himself on the edge of the bed, still using slow hand movements to get extra hardness into his dick. Charmian leads Laura over to him and helps her to lie across his lap, face down. Laura looks up at me and smiles in anticipation, all inhibition rapidly disappearing in incipient lust. I find it is very good for me. Time to stop being wary. I step out of my trousers and y-fronts and start to work on my cock, though in truth it doesn’t need much.

Harold is feeling my wife’s arse through her knickers. His hands mould the soft material to the contours of her buttocks. She murmurs softly. His hand slips between her legs. She widens them to give him access. Charmian says, “She’ll be very wet. He’s good at this.”

I think to myself that the pair of them are apparently good at everything. I hope there will be something for me, too.

Harold reluctantly decides it is time to give way. He gets Laura to stand while he slowly eases the white knickers round her arse, which he fondles for the last time, down her thighs and legs until she steps out of them. He picks them up to show us the stained crotch. “Very wet,” he says. “She is so sexy – and all yours now, Char.”

Soon the two women are on the bed. My wife has her legs open, knees drawn up, hands teasing her nipples, eyes closed. Charmian, the shoe saleswoman we met for the first time less than two hours ago, the woman with the high cheekbones and the sensual mouth, looks down approvingly. “Lovely,” she murmurs, “it won’t take long. Harold has got you in a state, hasn’t he?”

Laura doesn’t reply and Charmian lets her head rest on Laura’s inner thigh, her eyes only inches from the glistening labia. She tests the opening with a tentative finger. “Oh, yes. You are more than ready. This will be very easy. So don’t work for it. Just take your time while I do things with my tongue and fingers, and just come whenever you are ready. It will only be the first, I promise.”

Passivity might have been the advice but it is very quickly clear that Laura isn’t finding it easy. At the very first contact of tongue and clitoris she emits a long drawn-out sound – a kind of oooohhhhhhh – and her pelvis jerks up to reciprocate the pressure. Charmian’s hand moves in to augment what her mouth is doing. I glance at Harold, who is still masturbating carefully. “”Tongue and two fingers,” he says. “It never fails. Not when Char .”

He is right. Within minutes, I can see the familiar signs. Laura is ready to come. Already she is so advanced it wouldn’t be possible to stop if she wanted to. And she doesn’t. Her hands leave her tits and come down to clasp the back of Charmian’s head. Her arse is pushing up from the bed. Charmian is tonguing and fingering her. The orgasm is the kind I have known in our own bed only when Laura has been without for a while for whatever reason – no fucking, no masturbating, saving up for a delirious release.

Credit to Charmian – she has unlocked something elemental in my wife, something I have since learned is now there to be tapped into at heightened moments. This ordinary couple are in the process of taking our future sex life to a whole new level.

The wind-down is prolonged, an indication of how far Charmian has taken her, and how determined Laura is to savour every last throbbing second. But eventually, she sits up and asks, “Should I do that for you now?”

Every minute, it seems, a new Laura exposes her innermost libido, confident in herself and what she is discovering she likes, knowing that I am watching, wanting, I now suspect, to take me with her. My cock tells me I am more than ready.

“Of course, dear,” says Charmian. “But start with my tits. That always for me. Then the rest.”

Charmian lies back, arms and legs spread wide. Watching Harold sliding his cock into that voracious cunt half-an-hour ago was only the beginning. Now my wife is planning to taste it.

First, she kneels to deal with the gorgeous pear-shaped tits. Lifting them one by one to her lips, first licking then nibbling the nipples. Charmian says, “Good. Be careful but not too hard. Then down below soon.”

The hint is taken. While Laura nibbles she kets one hand slide down to Charmian’s cunt, seeking the clitoris. The combination seems to be just right for her partner who wriggles encouragement. After a while, she says simply, “Now, please, Laura.”

As far as I know my wife has never had an experience with another woman, but she takes to it with ease, enthusiasm almost. Her fingers part the swollen lips, slide each side of the clit and her tongue makes contact. My cock is sticking out at right angles and I remove my hand for fear of doing too much too soon.

Harold, too, is now at full erection and bending down to speak softly into Laura’s ear. “Keep licking but use two fingers inside. Finger Escort Zonguldak fuck – in and out. Not too fast. She’ll need longer than you did. When it starts to happen, go in as firm as you like with your fingers and hold them there. Having something to press against while she comes is good.”

And that is what happens. Taking advantage of everything Laura is offering, Charmian is mistress of her own orgasm, taking her time, letting it build, talking too. “You’re right dear,” she tells Harold. “This is a real sexy one. She doesn’t need teaching. Barry is a lucky man.”

Then she falls silent, her eyes close, she bites her lower lip. I’ve seen her do this when Harold was fucking her earlier and I sense that she is willing herself into the final phase, feeling the tongue and fingers charting the path to fulfillment, picturing in her mind Laura’s head nestling between her legs.

This climax is entirely different from the one Laura has just shown us. Charmian grasps material from the bed cover in each hand, concentrates fiercely and lets nature have its way. No histrionics, much deep breathing as her the pear-shaped tits rise and fall, a kind of half twist of her body to prolong the contact with my wife’s tongue, and that does the trick. Her eyes open and she looks down at Laura whose attention she has so deeply absorbed, and says, “Thank you, my dear. That was just perfect. Not many are as good as that.”

I wonder how many other women have preceded my wife, but I find I am proud of Laura for being so good. I am also indescribably horny and wondering where we go from here. This time, it is Harold who picks up the cue. He says, “I know you two ladies aren’t complaining but don’t forget us, will you?”

Afterwards I wonder if this isn’t another pre-planned bit of dialogue, an exchange they have used with other couples. Anyway, it prompts Chamrian to say, “You’re right, but it depends on Barry and Laura, what they would like. Perhaps they just want to fuck while we watch.”

“Or?” The question came swiftly from Laura.

“Or,” Charmian goes on, “I know Harold would like to fuck you. And if Barry wants to put that into me, he is more than welcome.” Suiting action to words, she knelt in front of me and took my cock in her mouth with relish. I looked at Laura who smiled, nodded and turned to grasp Harold’s dick with fingers still slippery from Charmian’s cunt juice.

It was the start of more than half-an-hour of sex without inhibition and in all its combinations. At first we fucked side by side, Harold on top of Laura, me pinning down Charmian and pumping steadily. That woman was fantastic. Nothing would have been easier than for her to open up, take me in, tell me to go harder and in seconds I would have filled her cunt with the cum that had been building inside my balls all through that erotic afternoon.

But that wasn’t her way. Whether it was down to past experience, or just to a sexual sixth sense, she understood implicitly my state of arousal from minute to minute, from one wriggle to the next, from an early warning to take a time out to a sharp “Now fuck again.” Always wanting more but always careful how she took it.

More than once I was conscious of Laura reaching across to squeeze my hand and catch my eye. “Good for you?”

“Yes. You?”

“Wonderful.”

Are all cunts more or less the same? Probably they are, give or take the care that has gone into preserving the grip. But the mind plays its part, too, and pressing my chest against the pear-shaped tits while I felt her inner warmth and wetness enfolding my dick, I registered a difference between Charmian and Laura. Not something better, just different. Gradually, I discovered that it was possible to respond to Charmian’s intuition and fuck with control.

We went at with gusto and a certain amount of subtlety, too. Changing positions, changing partners, changing back again. At one point, when Harold and I felt the need for restraint before resuming coupling, Laura and Charmian slipped into a sixty-nine until Laura came.

The climax came when Harold was on his back, cock sticking up like a flag pole and Laura was kneeling over him sucking it. Charmian had asked for a vigorous doggie and the sweat was dripping off me as I gave it to her. But then she shuffled us round until we were directly behind them. Charmian looked back at me and mouthed, “Keep doing me,” when she lowered her head towards my wife’s backside.

For a moment, I wasn’t sure of what is was seeing, but my cock gave a massive jerk as Charmian’s tongue found its target. Laura shrieked, “Oh my god, she tonguing my arsehole. Yes, just there. Do it, do it. Make me come. Put your tongue in there.” Her hand flew underneath her and she triggered her last orgasm of an unbelievable experience. Harold made his contribution by jerking his cock until he splattered my wife’s tits with his cum.

I was still clinging on to Charmian’s hips and plugging her cunt for all I was worth until I felt her come too. How she did it, I don’t know because I had no contact with her clit. Laura may have been brilliant mind control. Anway, just as I was about to let my load go into her, she shrugged me off, rolled me on my back and plunged her mouth on to my dick, sucking greedily. Out of control, I surrendered. The spasms were out of this world as she drank the lot.

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After I heard that mom was gone for some shopping I went downstairs again. I had some fast breakfast and went to college. The whole day my mind was full of mom and what she looked like this morning. I couldn’t forget her nipples pointing out at me. And I don’t know why but it got me turned on knowing must have seen me getting hard.

So don’t get me wrong, I have never before thought of mom in any sexual way though it turned me on hearing her and dad having sex. But I guess it could have been everyone having sex next to my room to get me hot and hard.

It was about 10 p.m. when I came home. I’ve been with a friend after school and sport and we played some computer games. Back in my room the thoughts about this morning were back in my mind. It was then when I recognized another letter lying on my bed. It was moms hand again. I started to read . . .

Dear Steve,

I feel sorry about what happened this morning. It wasn’t my intention to upset you. I just wanted to talk to you about sex as we did so often before. I thought and still think dad and myself have raised you and your sisters so open-minded that you have no problem talking about sex. We never had any secrets and we always tried to let you know that sex isn’t something dirty or that it is wrong to have sexual fantasies. Even I want you to know that it isn’t wrong to watch porn magazines or adult films. It is a very normal to do such things. Dad and I do it as well and we don’t fell ashamed. And it is natural as well to masturbate. Everybody does. Your dad masturbates and I masturbate. Sometimes we do it together or watch each other doing it. And even your sisters do it; I’ve talked to Giresun Escort them about it several times.

So you don’t have to feel ashamed and you don’t have to worry about getting a hard on this morning while I talked to you and you watched at my tits. I think this is very natural for a young man your age. To be honest I am a bit proud that my body makes you hard.

I never thought that a woman my age could turn on young men your age.

Do you think I’m sexy honey? Did you enjoy watching my body?

I still want to know what you think about the magazine and the girls in it? Do you like it? Do you like girls shaving their pussy? By the way have you ever seen a woman’s pussy before? And how about the pics with the cum covered faces. Did you love them? I think most men like to see girls covered in cum, don’t they?

If you still feel ashamed talking to me about all this why don’t you take a paper and write an answer to your mom?

Your loving

Mom

‘Wow, Mom, your are damn hot’, I thought to myself.

As I said before we have been raised very open-minded and sex never has been a taboo but I couldn’t imagine my mom being so open. I was hard and so I decided to take a hot bath while enjoying myself.

I was lying in our bathtub and enjoyed the feeling of the hot water all around me. I let my mind wander and again thought about moms letter and the evening when I saw her after she has had sex with dad and went to the bath when some cum dropped from her pussy to the floor. I started stroking myself when I heard the door open. It was mom who came inside.

“Hey, sweetheart, I’m sorry Giresun Escort Bayan but my bladder is killing me. I have to pee. Do you mind?”

Although the bathroom door never has been locked I couldn’t remember being in bath while mom or one of my sisters peed.

“It’s all right mom, I don’t mind.”

I tried to hide my swollen member so mom wouldn’t see it but it was impossible ‘cause the tub and the toilet face each other. This means when you have to use the toilet while someone is taking a bath you have to watch at each others face. I tried to behave as normal as I could.

Mom went to the toilet and pulled her pants down. Instantly I recognized she didn’t wore panties. She sat down and watched at me and started smiling. For the very first time I heard what it sounds like a woman taking a pee. And I loved it. I tried not to stare at my mom but I failed again.

“Honey, are you staring at your mom again? Do you try to get a glimpse of your mom taking a pee? Oh, you are such a nasty boy watching your mom peeing. Would you like to see some more? Would you like me to spread my legs a bit apart so you would get a better view? Do you like watching girls taking a pee, sweetheart?”

“Mom, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare at you. I was lost in my thoughts and wasn’t aware staring at you.”

“Honey, don’t feel ashamed.“ I heard my mom say, “It’s alright. I can see that something got you excited. Your cook has gotten quite hard!”

“Mom!“ I heard myself saying. On the one hand I felt upset but on the other hand I felt turned on by my mom watching me. So I stopped trying to hide anything.

“Nice tool Escort Giresun you have, Steve. I can’t believe how fast you have grown up. It seems to be like yesterday that I’ve nursed you. Oh, I still remember all of it. I loved breastfeeding you. It has always turned me on as you sucked my nipples. It always made me wet and got me hot. Most of the times I masturbated after you fell asleep or when your dad was at home we had wild passionate love. And your dad loved to suck my breast as well. He loved the taste of my milk. And I loved to cover him all over in my hot milk.”

She hadn’t stopped peeing while telling me all this things. But she hadn’t spread her legs and now she had finished.

“Honey, now I’m done now and you have mist your chance to watch me pee ‘cause you haven’t said a word.” With this she got up put her pants back on, washed her hands and was going to leave me alone.

“Take good care of this nice cook!“ she said before leaving.

‘Man, my own mother is such a hot babe.’ I thought to myself.

And she is playing with me. She would have shown me her pussy if I just have had the courage to ask her for it. I could have watched her peeing. Wow, this is for sure one of the hottest woman I will ever see.

I left the tub and went into my room. My cook was still hard as a rock and I couldn’t hide it. I took the magazine and shot one of my biggest loads ever. Afterwards I recognized that I actually hadn’t watched the pics. I just remembered the scenario in the bathroom. I jerked off thinking about mom. I awoke the next morning about 9 a.m.

It was Friday and I was the only one left at home. I asked myself if I was dreaming or did all this really happen? It did. I recognized my dry cum all over my belly. I decided to get into moms game. I sat down to write a letter for my mom.

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Jen and her uncle agreed to have her join formal education after her parents died. She had been home-schooled from the start but she was a strong and really smart teenager.

She recently ended a relationship with a guy who got jailed for running over cattle in a nearby farmland. She now lived with her uncle who was always out looking for some decent guy to get her married to before she’s in her mid-twenties.

One day she decided to apply for a network management course and her college allowed her to have a home tutor which meant she had to skip her wrestling practice. It was obviously frustrating for her but a good degree in her small town it meant a lot.

Her tutor was turned out to be Jared. He had the usual drinking problems and a sexless marriage, so he saw the opportunity to tutor a young girl after a decade of teaching people in their 30s as a fresh start. The first few days went well and both became fond of each others taste in food and movies.

Jen went to buy new gloves from a store on a beautiful evening and spotted Jared in a corner checking out some stuff. She spooked him and he jumped like a cat which made Jen laugh. They joked around with the cashier and on their way to Jared’s car he told her about his fighting ambitions were cut short by an injury and how soon his life went to shit.

She was surprised to see that Jared of all people was into such stuff. He didn’t look like much of fighter let alone somebody Isparta Escort who was hiding a strong figure behind his clothes.

She told him how she one day either wants to be pro at wrestling or get a decent government job to help people.

Her demeanor impressed Jared even more and promised to teach her a few tricks before athletics trials at college begin. Jen and Jared agreed to meet every Friday for their training at her place.

Jen’s grades were improving due to Jared’s keen attention on which had turned into something more for him. He would show up early and stay late at her place despite not really teaching her much. Jen’s uncle suspected some malice but she assured him Jared was an okay guy and she was just training with him.

However, Jared’s sexual frustration got the best of him and asked Jen to come to his brother’s gym for a final practice. She was smart so she brought some pepper spray with her just in case along with her uniform. But Jared had his plan set out really well.

He ‘accidentally’ told her the wrong address and Jen had to walk for another block to a hotel room Jared had rented. She didn’t know the area well so she left a text to his uncle who replied positively.

Eventually, she reached the room where Jared gave her some water when she arrived which she drank slowly. The water was mixed with some date rape drug and some pill too, so Jared’s eyes lit up after she Isparta Escort Bayan drank the whole of it. He was imagining all the things he would do to her.

Jen started passed out and fell in Jared’s arms. He felt her soft breasts, grabbed a piece of her butt and got a feel out of her entire body. He could smell her fragrance as he stroked her hair with his right hand. Jared tilted her head back and got to the business end.

He took off her clothes except her black panties and set her down on the bed. After taking off his own, he stretched her legs and arms started kissing her crotch. Jen moved slightly but Jared didn’t care. He smelled, rubbed and kissed her panties and wondered what a gorgeous bush was behind them.

He then took off Jen’s panties but was slightly disappointed that there only a landing strip and nothing else even though the scent and the shape of her pussy was absolutely tantalizing. His erection eventually turned to him cum prematurely. His dick hadn’t felt like this in years.

Hesitantly, Jared tried to insert his penis in her but Jen came to and slipped away. She kicked him away and crashed into the wardrobe. Jen picked up her cell which was on the table and sent her uncle a quick text asking for help. She tried to find the pepper spray but it was missing.

Before she could send another text, Jared grabbed her hair, threw her away and broke her phone. It was now do Escort Isparta or die between the judo flop turned tutor versus her multi-talented student training to be a future judo fighter.

With a growl, Jared lunged at her with a punch which she blocked and kicked him in the groin. Jared recovered and started throwing rights and lefts but she blocked them until her kicked her in the abdomen.

Jen went into attack mode and landed an uppercut which broke Jared’s tooth. With a smile and a chop from the left, she broke his jaw and Jared started bleeding from the mouth.

He tackled her but Jen grabbed his head and hit a German suplex. She got hit when the momentum ended up carrying her crashing into the side of the bed. Jared got up first despite getting a beating just now.

He started stomping her but she grabbed his foot and put him in a scissors lock. Jared turned his body around with their eyes now matching each other. Jen grabbed his head and put him in a headlock and his faces started to get red.

Jared tried to bite her as a glass of water fell right on Jen’s face. She had to break her lock so Jared got on top of her started punching her gut and face. Jen was in serious trouble but Jared continued beating her.

Jen eventually got hold of his left arm and broke it. He tried a right punch but she trapped his arm beneath her legs and after kneeing him in the throat, Jen grabbed his head and broke his neck and killed him. He fell right on her and was motionless.

Jen got up and turned him over. She kept kicking Jared’s face and neck again and again before some people knocked down the locked door behind got her away from him. She told her story to her uncle, police and her friends and became local hero for some.

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Somehow I had managed to volunteer to take over from Pauline, who was ill: the art class needed a model, and this wasn’t the first time I had modelled. It was too cold and inactive to promote much thought of sex, and the money was small though it helped, and I was trying to do something with flutes in my head that wasn’t ready to be written down yet.

So I put my instrument away in its case and my music, my own and other people’s, away in my portfolio, and burdened with these and an overcoat I made my way over to the art department in the Halston Building.

With a single awkward glance at the eight or so students, who were also trying to ignore me, I introduced myself to Mrs Westman and put myself in her hands. My possessions and then my clothes formed an irregular stack at my side, and I followed her suggestions to give myself a tired, rather hard-done-by pose, face up and eyes shut, supported on one arm so my breasts were thrust out somewhat; but at least my legs were close together and the males would have to use their imagination to get much of my groin in.

I took another look at what students I could see from this angle: Pauline’s friend Ilona, whom I knew, and who had persuaded me to replace her, because I had been doing some private modelling for Ilona in the meantime. Several others I recognized from when I had last done this a few months back; I’d once had coffee with tall, studious Graham.

The arm support might have looked elegant but I quickly knew it was wrong for me. It began to ache too soon and I had to keep surreptitiously adjusting myself. There was an interruption when someone else came in and I allowed myself to sit up properly for a few moments, before asking Mrs Westman to help me get back in position again.

The composition for three flutes wouldn’t come right, and perhaps never would, and I stopped thinking about it. I planned my dinner (all those mushrooms going off), reviewed what was on television (The Bill was all I cared to see), and wondered if I should borrow ten or twenty pounds from my brother. I’d arranged to meet him at five o’clock.

Then I realized that might be frustrating, as I couldn’t remember arranging anything; all I’d said was that I’d be over there at five if he wanted to meet. My business calls are very short and tend to miss out crucial details. Although he studied in this department I had no idea what his timetable was or where we should meet: by a main desk somewhere?

We had another break and I was waggling my numb arm when I saw Tom there in front of me: he was sketching away as if he’d never seen me before, until he too looked up and met my eyes. I think we both looked sort of horrified at first, but of course I knew it was only natural he should be in this class, and it was no worse revealing myself in front of him than others. The pale cold film that had gripped my throat and chest retreated somewhat, my stomach flutters calmed down, and when I had to resume my pose, eyes away and closed, I reconstructed what he could see from the angle by the door where he had sneaked in late: one breast from the side, almost from the back.

But all the time after that I was thinking about Tom looking at me. I’d never been so self-conscious during a public session. Ilona’s private sessions where she saved my modesty by drawing my face as an abstracted oval without my features were another matter. How would I move to avoid him seeing more? It really made a difference if he had seen my nipple, I don;t know why.

In the end that was impossible, because when class ended I had to get off that supporting arm and walk up and down just to recover myself, so everyone saw everything. Ilona had bounded up and was talking to me; Tom was stopped half way towards me.

I was facing him full-on so I smiled and beckoned him closer. Further hiding was pointless. When my muscles had recovered enough to reach down for my clothes I picked up my pants and used them to gesture between Tom and Ilona, introducing them. Ilona acknowledged him briefly and went on with her enthusiastic point, forcing me to listen still naked as I tried to take in her ideas for an enormous mural combining fresco and mosaic.

Tom just stood watching us both but of course I could feel his eyes discreetly raking my boobs and pubes and bum, no gentleman. I eventually put on my panties and went for my bra. Now he acted the gentleman and took the straps from me to fasten it. I wondered whether he was just as fast at undoing them.

Then Mrs Westman came up to talk to me, Ilona collared her, and I got to dress in peace unmolested except by my brother’s gaze (I almost thought he was teasing me doing it) and that of a couple of other male students in the distance who were having unaccountable difficulty putting their things away.

I wanted a very quick snack in the caf and to touch Tom for a bit of money, but Ilona insisted on dragging me to her room, fortunately not far, to see some new elemental sketches she was thinking of blowing up for the mural: tree roots, sand bars, all slightly clichéd. I cursed Pauline heartily and all Isparta Escort her arty friends.

To my surprise she mad us tea first. Tom and Ilona had known each other by sight, of course, and got into a conversation about teachers, as she became curiously coy about showing her ideas to a fellow artist, but Tom was admiring the folio of branch shapes and leaf patterns, so I could switch off for a while.

I was looking at a book of Benin bronzes and Yoruba heads sipping my tea when I caught Ilona saying, “Do you mind, Lucy?”. I assured her I didn’t, I was fine here, and I carried on absorbed.

“They are fantastic,” Tom said in awe, overdoing it a bit. I heard the rustle and heavy flap of cartridge paper and his sudden intake of breath. After the second or third gasp of admiration I started to get annoyed: Ilona’s excitement could blind her, but she wasn’t completely thick, and my brother was laying it on with a trowel.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” said Ilona nervously.

“Oh Lucy,” Tom breathed.

My bowels froze and crashed down into my genitals. I spun round and saw that they had the portfolio of me, very nude, very exposed, spread out in every direction. “Oh fuck,” I yelled, “not those ones!”

Ilona was crestfallen and jabbered about him being my brother and already seeing me and she thought I didn’t mind. Tom was — I couldn’t look at Tom. I had knocked tea all over her bed and her book and I was shaking very hard as I tried to collect all the drawings back again. Ilona saw danger to her art from the spilt tea, and dabbed at it with tissues, then rushed out of the room.

All this time Tom said nothing and did nothing, but when I finally shoved them all brutally back into the portfolio and thrust it away from us, I knew I was bright scarlet and on the point of tears.

Ilona came back with a mass of toilet paper, mopped up, and went out again. I had had to move away from where she was mopping and the only place left was right beside Tom. I felt him move away as if to avoid touching me. I didn’t blame Tom for anything, so that brought on the tears. We were holding each other, he was trying to calm me, I was hugging onto him because he was the only person who could help me, and that way we stayed when Ilona came back. She said nothing but I could feel her looking wretched.

I was too shattered to go out in public yet so I just had to abuse her hospitality for a while. She understood. My brother’s hug was nice; I really didn’t blame him for seeing me that way, and hoped it wouldn’t affect anything permanently. I took in the scent of his bottle-green jumper, worn too many days, the light warm pressure of his hand on my back.

He offered to escort me home and I told him that was silly; but I wanted to get out now so I said, “Let’s go somewhere”. We wandered the streets like lovers, arms around waists, and found a café specializing in ice-cream concoctions. I wanted a sugar hit. We took a cubicle for four and piled all our equipment and coats in the back of it and finally sat facing one another. For some reason he had taken, or I had taken, or had let him take, my hands in his.

And that was the first time we looked into each other’s eyes. He began to apologize again and I stopped him. I just had to face him and look into his depths and assure myself nothing had been spoilt in our standing. We sat like that until we were waited on, then we sat like that until our sundaes came. A little before that I had made some halting explanation of why I had posed like that for Ilona under condition of strict anonymity and facelessness, and he told me how brave he thought I had been, how much he admired me for having done it at all.

The ice-creams came and we had to disengage. One of us, I’m not sure who, perhaps both together, made a slight head gesture of approach, and we leaned forward and kissed on the lips. A slow kiss, no passion, none at all, but a great deal of love and trust.

So then we stuffed ourselves and had a couple of strong coffees before deciding to go off for some real food and a bottle of Rioja. They also did mushroom pancakes, which we both liked the sound of. We were relaxed by then and laughing a lot. I took Tom’s hand again and squeezed it.

“It’s not everyone who’s lucky enough to see his sister like that,” he laughed.

“Well that’s the last time.”

“Oh, I haven’t finished my picture!”

“Oh that thing. I haven’t seen it. Let’s see it.”

“Here?”

“What have I got to hide?” I said, rolling my eyes.

The wine came and I poured us both a glass as Tom struggled to get his sketch pad from his bag. To prepare me he showed me all the sketches from the start, including a couple of other nudes, much to the interest of the waiter who lingered indiscreetly in putting down our food. I told him we were coming to one of me naked so he should buzz off. I think in the course of the next ten minutes he managed to pass our table four times.

Tom was pretty minimal. He was good at strong lines, a few curves joining to convey a precise momentary image. Isparta Escort Bayan He avoided detail, at least in his sketching. A stranger would not have recognized me, had I not been here to compare: I was as stylized as, say, the Little Mermaid of Copenhagen, especially with my head turned away like that. Yet I could see it was me, and I could see that he saw it specifically as me. He had never seen either my breasts or my bottom before (not in adulthood) but had captured the exact sag and flab that I tutted at in the mirror. One nipple rose, a cobweb of sexuality atop the alabaster.

I looked up at him and grinned in acknowledgement. His eyes glittered. He was pleased with the effect on me. I wanted to say something encouraging but nothing seemed right. So I took uup his hand and kissed his index finger.

We finished our meal and, since neither of us had plans and it was now past seven, we decided we’d see a film. At that time there wasn’t much choice, because we didn’t have time to go further afield, so we sat through a “screwball” romantic comedy with no laughs and no sex and no point, and I sat on an aisle seat because of the wine, leaning on his lovely body half going to sleep, very comfortable with his arm round me; almost without words we agreed to give up on it. We disturbed few people in the cinema.

I was tired but wanted to do something more. If I was a clubbing and dancing sort of person that would have been ideal, but I wasn’t (and we had all our stuff) so I let Tom guide me, just let him choose the transport, and I was bursting for a leak by the time we got there. But it was a good little Hampstead pub and I felt I could settle in there for the night.

After a lemonade I switched to vodka, since it was obvious I’d have to get a cab home. At closing time I told him I was going to ask at the bar for a number, and he told me not to, as he could put me up at his place. This made perfectly good sense so I agreed without thinking about it any more. It was only a short trip by bus. I leaned across the table to kiss him to say thank-you, and he took my head in his hand and stroked my hair. It was so nice. Our tongues touched a bit because we had our mouths open. I didn’t mean to do that but it felt thrilling and moreish just like when you do it with a boyfriend.

We did it again waiting at the bus stop, kissed with our tongues, I mean. Only this time it went on and on, passion and submersion and eternity. You never ever want to get out of that ocean of kissing, you think it should go on for as long as you can stand there, giving you more strength for keeping on finding new ways of doing it.

Tom and I did part. So then I began to ask how I felt about him. He had both my hands compressed gently between his, and was touching very light kisses across my hair and face and on my ears. I wanted more with tongues, I wanted more, but needed to recover the energy.

Tom took one hand away from mine and felt my cheek, pushed up my chin a little, brought his hand down tremulously on my throat to — The bus arrived.

At home he turned on music and we kind of danced to it. I tried to get him to do a minuet and a gavotte and each of the other movements, but he was uncoordinated tonight and soon gave up, so we just swayed in each other’s arms. I loved the sensation of him kissing me so slow and wet up and down on the neck, pricked by his stubble and squashed tight against him, legs mixed in with legs.

The phone rang. It was immediately apparent it was Hilary, his girlfriend. They had a brief friendly conversation but a bad note crept in: Tom called me over and got me to speak to her. I said hi and just told her what he had already said, slightly puzzled by something in it, and then I realized why it had sounded fraught between them before I’d spoken.

“Oh you suspicious cow, you thought he had a girl up here!”

“Sorry, Lucy, but you know men. Can’t trust ’em an inch.”

“Yeah. Rotten to the core. You coming over and join us?”

When I said that Tom’s expression clouded. I noticed because I’d been giving him a big smile: I hadn’t seen Hilary for yonks and really liked her, and I hoped there was nothing wrong between them, no reason why they might not want to see each other. But she said it was almost midnight and there was no way she was venturing out. I draped myself over Tom from behind and nibbled his neck as he made his final endearments to her. So we all said goodbye and that was that.

Tom asked me if I would like another drink but I said no, I was fine. Actually I was a bit tired by now. I mentioned this.

So he went and got a nightgown for me, and held it up for my approval. I said it was a bit skimpy, wasn’t it? A bit on the sexy side? Did Hil always wear that sort of stuff? When she’s with me, Tom explained, and only at first. I laughed at that. I could just imagine Tom ripping off — now wait a minute. That thought with that particular nightgown on that particular night gave me a nasty shock. Where exactly was I going to sleep? The sofa in the front room was way too small, Escort Isparta and full of junk. I doubted I could fit on it and I’m sure Tom couldn’t.

I was hauling the things off it when Tom came up to me and held my arms, said not to bother. I know I looked oddly at him then. He said the bed was plenty big enough, and I said no way, uh-uh, I don’t care what you’ve seen today and even if I am a bit drunk (which I wasn’t), I’m not sharing a bed with you.

He looked a bit hurt and surprised at that, did Tom, and I suddenly thought perhaps I’d said a very silly and petty thing. I remembered thinking by the bus stop that if this was anyone but my brother I’d probably be going to bed with him when we got home. I honestly didn’t know what to think. Well I’d be in a nightgown after all, even if it did show quite a lot — and he’d seen all that and a lot more today anyway.

So he offered to pay for a cab home. Now that really was silly and I told him so, but I couldn’t be cross. I apologized in case I’d been rude. He held me and looked at me up close and we stared into each other’s eyes for a while, and I really didn’t know what to think.

That turned into tonguing. How? I didn’t want to do it any more, but of course once we’d started it was wonderful. I was quite piqued when he stopped, to go and open a bottle of merlot. He poured a glass for himself and I refused, but when he brought it over to me, swallowed a mouthful, then brought his mouth back to mine again, I wanted them both, wine and tongue, wine and tongue. So we ended up on the sofa, all its contents piled on the floor around us, two glasses on the table, and in each other’s arms and kissing like there was no tomorrow.

My sex was wet, very wet. My nipples were stiff, and tingled every time they pressed against him; my face was flushed. At this point, feeling all this, I began revolving in my mind whether if push came to shove I could go to bed with him, not just bed, but make love, let him enter me, give way to the familiar throes of passion with my own brother. The answer should be obvious: no. But no specific good reason came to mind why I had to say no.

I apprehended that he had long since decided that we should have intercourse: when? Kissing at the bus stop? When he first saw a picture of wide-open labia? That first glance in the art class, or years before, as teenagers, growing up in propinquity and familiar with all my body but the sexual secrets? He was trying to lead me to it. Part of me wanted to struggle to escape. Oh god, he had his hand down my front, down my bra, he was rubbing my breast, twirling my aching nipple, oh god, it felt so good and right and this was my last chance to say no.

“Please don’t touch me.”

“Whaat??”

“Not like that… please… even if I say yes… please please don’t touch me… even if I want you to.”

“Lucy, Lucy, what, how can you –?”

“I want to. But please. Don’t.”

He removed his hand and actually stopped holding me, which was not what I wanted, nor did I want him to get cross with me or feel let down. Just no further. Half my thoughts were already on what it would be like underneath him with him pressing into me and making me gasp.

We made a confused mess of apologizing to one another; sat awkwardly apart. He suggested coffee, which I accepted. We watched television for a while. That kept us sober and occupied, and I did snuggle back under his arm after a while. At last, when we were both close to asleep, he tried to move me off so he could make up the sofa for himself; but I was sure by now that was unnecessary.

In the bedroom we stood uncertainly for a moment. His pyjamas were laid out on that side and my nightgown was on this. Feeling more self-conscious than I thought I should be I stripped off, glancing at Tom from time to time to let him know that watching me intently was okay by me. I dropped my bra; his gaze bore into my breasts: I stepped out of my pants and let him see everything again. I just stood there quite open to him: he was looking at me, and my body, with perhaps the same curious and perfectly natural expression I had.

“Your turn,” I said.

He stripped off too, and when he was at his underpants he seemed to slow down. My heart skipped a beat or two as he revealed his penis, expanding as I watched, pointing towards me. He stood like that facing me. We laughed, for want of anything else to do.

He walked nearer. Close enough to touch. His penis pushed sideways on my belly and, slipping down my leg, that was what I felt as his hands took my back and pressed me to him and one hand slid down and rubbed my bottom, and our lips touched and parted and our tongues did in dumb show what we both wanted his penis to be doing inside me, so close down there — and which I was touching, just holding, in my hand, as one does a friend’s hand for comfort.

So we separated and I put on Hilary’s absurd nightshirt and he his pyjamas, which were unable to disguise his erection. Tom turned the light off and we got into bed together, snuggled up, kissed more, and locked into each other’s limbs trying to compose ourselves to sleep. With one of his hands softly stroking the rounding of my breast and the other doing it to my thigh, in a different motion so that I didn’t know what to expect, but perilously near at times to my liquid centre awaiting him, I was happy.

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“Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, and some violent situations. In addition, all characters in any sexually explicit conduct are over the age of eighteen (18) years at the time this story was written.”

On a weekend Dad was traveling, I escorted Mom to the adult movie theater. It was the same theater I had ‘met’ Barbara Smith. (http://www..com/s/mrs-barbara-smith)

Although it was still March, we had a bad case of spring fever. Mom wore sexy, low back, bib denim overalls, and a low cut tank top. I wore an old pair of shorts and a muscle shirt.

We stood at the top of the main aisle, watching a woman getting her ass plowed on the big screen, until our eyes adjusted to the darkness. We then headed to the middle of the theater.

Just as we walked by the couch I had sodomized Barbara on, Mom whispered, “Look! Is that guy sucking the other guy?”

I squinted at the far dark wall. I could barely make out a guy on his knees. He was in front of another guy, who was definitely thrusting his hips.

Mom and I watched the movie for a while, until two men and a woman, about twenty rows in front of us, stood up. The threesome soon became more entertaining than the movie.

One of the guys, moved to the next row directly in front of the woman and other guy. The woman, a young blonde reached out and grasped his shoulders to support herself.

The guy next to her, moved behind her, pushed down on her back, so that she was somewhat bent over, and lifted her skirt. It was quite obvious she had gone commando like Mom and I.

The guy vigorously battered her bare cheeks for a couple minutes and, apparently, came because the two men exchanged positions. The second guy pounded her, too.

After he came, the threesome abruptly left. The small crowd of men, who gathered to watch, dispersed.

About ten minutes later, the same men were seated around Mom and me. Although they maintained a respectful distance, they were close enough to watch.

At some point, I looked at Mom and nodded. It was time to play.

I unhooked Mom’s bibs, let them to fall into her lap, and then pulled her top down. Mom’s full, bare breasts never ceased to amaze me. I greedily cupped her ‘prizewinners’ in my hands and began suckling her erect tits.

Attempting to be cool, the man in our row moved closer and closer, until he was close enough to place his hand on Mom’s knee. When we didn’t stop him, he began gently rubbing her leg up and down, going farther up each time, until he reached her crotch. Not sure what to do next, he respectfully paused and looked at us.

Since he looked ‘okay’, I gave Mom our signal – a wink. Mom gave the guy a sexy smile as she slowly lifted her hips and pulled her bibs, just past her smooth cleft.

“You wanna eat my pussy? Be gentle…okay? And, no fingers…”

A couple of minutes later, I was about to ask Mom, “Is he doing a good job?” when another guy suddenly sat down into the row, directly in front of us. He immediately turned around to watch Mom receive cunnilingus.

About a minute later, another man sat down in front of me. His bare cock was sticking straight up out of his pants.

Mom’s eyes widened when I stood up, pulled my shorts down past my knees, and leaned against the chair behind me. My exposed cock was erect, too.

When I began stroking my cock, the guy in front of me shamelessly opened his mouth and leaned forward. Mom pursed her lips and then subconsciously rubbed her erect tits as she watched him blow me.

The man in the row in front of Mom stood up, exposed his hard cock, and began masturbating slowly as he continued to watch the oral confab in front of him. In no time, he was joined by at least two more guys.

I smiled as Mom’s eyed widened even more. She probably had never seen so many hard cocks at once.

“Go ahead,” I encouraged Mom.

Mom gave me a quick glance and then stood up, forcing the guy between her legs back. She stepped out of her bibs and pulled her top off.

Completely naked in the dark theater and surrounded by horny men with hard cocks, Mom was undeterred. She reached out, grabbed two cocks, and began jacking them, as one man began to squeeze and fondle her breasts, while another tugged on her nipples. A third man, who had slid into her empty seat, swept his hands around her thighs, and captured her pussy.

“Can I help you with that?” he asked.

Before Mom could react, he dipped a finger inside her wet pussy and began wiggling it around. In seconds, he wanted more than his finger wet. He began gently pulling Mom’s hips, attempting to coax her bottom down onto his hard cock.

When Mom saw what he was offering, she lustfully complied and then squealed as she guided his erection into her pussy. Mom’s writhing bottom caused the guy to cum very quickly.

The game of musical fuck chairs had begun. Without hesitation, Mom left his lap a slimy mess of cum, and easily slid Hatay Escort her cum-filled pussy down the next seated guy’s hard cock.

As Mom adjusted to her penetration, the guy who had been eating her out stepped in front of her. He moaned, “Ooohhh goddd,” and started spurting semen, bukkake style, all over her titties.

Another guy standing behind Mom tapped her shoulder with his cock. When Mom turned, he leaned forward and pushed the hard cock into her mouth.

Mom was pretty busy at this point. She was still rocking back and forth on the cock she was sitting on, the man whose cock she had just swallowed was fucking her face, and some guy on her other side was fondling her tits as he masturbated. He came first.

He moaned loudly and as he began showering sperm onto Mom’s neck, cheek, and breasts. Feeling his sperm raining on her, Mom freed her head, and gave the guy a quick suck.

“Mmm,” Mom purred as she sucked the remaining cum out of his softening cock.

When Mom turned back to the cock she had been sucking, she reached her hands around the guy’s naked hips, grabbed his ass cheeks, and spread them open. I knew what to do.

I smeared my thumb with lube and pushed it right up his asshole. I thumb-fucked him and Mom sucked him, until he shrieked.

His orgasm was intense. Mom’s throat muscles bobbed up and down a couple of times as she swallowed mouth loads of warm cum.

Suddenly, Mom hollered, too. “Ooohhh…fuck me. Fuck me! SHIT!” as the man beneath her began pumping faster and faster inside her gurgling pussy. Then, with a gasping groan, he emptied his balls, too.

After Mom got off the guy, she slumped wearily down in the seat in front of me. She was breathing deeply, yet, managed to smile as she energetically said, “Oh Honey…that was the most fun…so exciting. Ugh. I must look and smell like a whore. Let’s get me cleaned up.”

Mom grumbled slightly when she put her clothes on. There were splotches of damp cum all over them.

When we walked back into the theater entrance, Mom saw her reflection on the mirrored walls. She stopped dead and looked at herself incredulously. Her hair was matted to her face and cum was everywhere on her clothes and skin.

“Jesus, I look like the biggest slut I’ve ever seen!” Mom exclaimed.

Since there was no one around, I took Mom to the ladies’ room. I figured Mom could clean up there and not be disturbed.

Mom removed her bibs and leaned against the sink to look into the mirror. I gazed down at her upturned, sexy ass. It looked so inviting that my cock immediately stiffened.

When Mom began wiggling her smooth butt in an exaggerated manner, I looked up to see her smiling at me in the mirror. We stared at each other, until her eyes drifted down to my bulge.

My sexual appetite had been wetted, intensely, for over an hour. I had not gotten any relief!

Taking the hint, Mom braced her hands against the sink top and pushed her ass out as I slowly pulled my shorts down, freeing my painful boner. I then reached into my pocket, removed my lube, squeezed a big glob into my hand, and generously applied it to her anus.

When Mom was ready, I positioned my cockhead against her anus and pushed my hips forward a couple of inches. Mom groaned as her slick, straining sphincter muscles gave way to my greasy, throbbing cock.

As I casually began fucking Mom’s snug ass, someone said, “Don’t be embarrassed…worried… I’m into that kinda thang, too.”

Flabbergasted, Mom and I turned and just stared. A black t-girl with long blonde hair and eyes adorned with light blue eye make-up was standing at the doorway. She was about six-foot-three and looked close to three hundred pounds. She was wearing purple, silk jogging pants and a pink tank that left little to the imagination.

“I know what you’re thinking. I’m not a guy,” she said as she raised her top for us to see.

Although her breasts were huge, they looked firm. She was sexy in strange way…just proportioned…super big!

Regardless, I know Mom and I were thinking the same thing. “But…was she a she?”

“No, I’m not a man. I haven’t been, since before I moved here. I’m transsexual. Take a look at this. I’m a hot-bodied woman with a man’s equipment…”

That was for sure. The t-girl had a very large, thick cock. Even limp, it was probably six inches long and it appeared to be at least two or three inches across in thickness.

As Mom and I stared at her horse cock, t-girl innocently asked, “You never see a black cock like this?”

I shook my head ‘no’ as my once hard cock eased out of Mom’s warm ass. I was very disappointed at this turn of events.

Unable to take her eyes off the huge cock, Mom exclaimed, “My God!” as she straightened up, and then felt her anus like someone would as if they were checking for cum.

“Want to touch it? Go ahead white lady. Touch it. It’s okay.”

When the black t-girl came forward, Mom and Hatay Escort Bayan I reached out and tentatively felt the huge cock. It felt velvety soft as we moved our fingers around it squeezing and stroking it.

Then it was her turn to touch us. “You’ve got a great ass,” she whispered in my ear as she ran her hands over it and then did the same to Mom.

“I got what both you white kids need. HA. HA.”

The t-girl then turned to Mom and asked us if she could taste her pussy. When Mom paused, she smiled reassuringly and said, ‘I’m not going to hurt you white lady. I’m all about love!”

Mom and I looked at each other, smiled, and then simultaneously nodded. Without further discussion, the t-girl reached out, grabbed Mom’s hips, and easily lifted her up onto the sink top. Mom then leaned back as the t-girl lifted her legs and placed them over her shoulders.

“Mmm. Sweet. I love eating freshly fucked pussy.”

As I watched the t-girl bend over and begin eating Mom’s pussy, Mom panted, “Oh yeah… Honey, suck that big, black cock for me. Make it cum in your mouth for me!”

I dropped to my knees, grasped the black, one-eyed monster, jerked it a couple times, and then quickly put the soft cockhead in my mouth. T-girl’s cock was expanding rapidly and I wanted to get it into mouth before it got too big.

I opened my mouth wide, tilted my head back, placed both of my hands on her hips, and pulled her body forward. I easily swallowed about six inches of her cock, although semi-hard it was rubbery.

Knowing I could take more, I opened my mouth wider, sucked in a deep breath and pushed my head forward. Even though I gagged, I didn’t stop until my face was a against t-girl’s belly.

I pulled back slowly, making wet, sucking sounds, until her cock was almost out of my mouth. I then quickly plunged forward, again. I did this repeatedly, as t-girl lustfully slobbered over Mom’s pussy.

After about three minutes, t-girl reached down, grasped the base of her cock, and pulled it slowly out of my throat. “We must share sweet-tee.”

Her cock was now rock hard. Its weight prevented it from pointing straight up, like mine. It extended straight out.

T-girl then pulled Mom forward and pushed her glistening, nine inches into Mom’s sopping, wet pussy. Mom reacted immediately. She hollered, “Aaahhh!” several times.

The massive black cock was only in Mom’s stretched and wide open pussy a few inches and less than a minute before Mom proceeded to cum so hard – she squirted all over the t-girl. Twice!

“Jesus Christ!” the t-girl exclaimed. “You white girls are sum-ting!”

The t-girl then unexpectedly disengaged from Mom, grabbed our clothes, and motioned for us to follow her. Bewildered, Mom and I followed. We didn’t have much choice.

Mom and I were led down the dark sidewall toward the bright movie screen. Mom was naked from the waist down and I was semi-hard. If the theater had been crowded, Mom’s bare ass and mine would have been repeatedly sodomized, before we even reached the mid-point of our journey.

When we reached the end of the aisle, t-girl stopped and then took Mom by the hand, and parted a black, heavy curtain that appeared to cover a doorway. I would never have imagined what the panels hid.

Centered in the middle of the semi-dark room was a platform. I was about two feet up from the floor and about ten feet square. The only reason we could see it was because of the light from the adjacent move screen.

As we climbed up onto the platform, we quickly discovered that it was covered with soft carpet over what felt like several layers of padding. The platform had probably been designed to hold speakers.

“What you think?” t-girl asked as she stripped.

“I like your body,” Mom said. “You have a huge…”

“Nooo…about this place.”

“Nice…secretive,” Mom said as I walked up to her and began to caress her breasts. Taking my cue, t-girl moved behind Mom, and began massaging her shoulders, until she bluntly asked Mom to sit on her face.

After t-girl was prone, Mom mounted her face, and then held the t-girls head as she went to work on her pussy. It did not take this time for t-girls’ meaty tongue to make Mom cum.

Mom recuperated very quickly from her small orgasm and told t-girl, “I want your big cock inside me, again. Fuck me slowly…at first.”

As I sat patiently watching and stroking my cock, Mom got up off the t-girl’s face, sat down on the carpet, winked at me, submissively laid back, pulling her knees back to her breasts. Although Mom wanted her pussy fucked, she offering t-girl either wet hole, as well as enabling herself to see her cock enter her!

“Oh yeah!” t-girl exclaimed as she rolled over onto all fours, crawled on top of Mom, and guided his cock into her pussy. Mom groaned deeply, as t-girl’s fat cock stuffed her pussy.

“Like my man meat in you? Open that pink pussy up for me…feel me in your belly… Escort Hatay Tell me you want my black baby…”

Although t-girl stopped talking for a while, she still grunted with every thrust forward. Mom just lay there. Her eyes were mere slits, no doubt from all the waves of pleasure.

When t-girl began fucking Mom harder, both women’s breasts began to bounce. T-girls breasts rhythmically swayed back and forth as Mom’s breasts danced wildly, slapping each other, and flailing around in every direction.

The t-girl just kept pumping Mom, until she erupted inside Mom’s bored out pussy, generously filling her womb with baby batter. Mom’s vocal response was definitely orgasmic.

“Yeah, that’s it,” t-girl said with a grin. “Your pussy is sum-ting else.”

T-girl then disengaged her cock from Mom’s pussy and crawled over to me. “You need some pleasuring, too…while I build my strength back up. Once I cum, it takes me a while to get hard, again… Now spread your legs!”

T-girl gave my cock a good workout. She swirled her tongue around my cockhead several times before wrapping her lips around it and sliding them down the length of my hard shaft.

“Nice,” she said. “Do you like it?”

When I groaned and nodded ‘yes’, T-girl hollowed her cheeks and began to suck my cock harder. She stopped occasionally to suck my smooth nuts, one at a time, into her hot mouth.

Eventually, t-girl began to lick behind my scrotum. The closer she got to my anus, the wider I spread my legs for her, until like Mom; I had them pulled back to my chest.

I moaned loudly as t-girl began snaking her tongue all the way down the crack of my ass, before licking her way back up. Occasionally, she would stop to flick her tongue over my puckered anus.

Wanting more of her hot, wet mouth on my pucker, I reached down and pulled my ass cheeks apart. T-girl grunted and then thrust her tongue right into my tight hole. Her tongue massaged the inside of my rectum for an insanely, enjoyable, few minutes.

I did not even know that t-girl had smeared lube on her forefinger, until she penetrated me. Her long, big finger went right to my prostate. As my ass squirmed, t-girl said, “I can make you cum like this, sweet-tee. Your prostate is much bigger than normal…very sensitive…”

Before I could respond, T-girl rolled me over onto my stomach. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna rape your pretty, white ass…HA! HA! This is for fun…we’re both gonna love this! Your woman, too. Now, feel this,” she said as she laid her cock in my ass crease.

I looked over at Mom, who had rolled on her side to watch. She shamelessly smiled and made her yes big as her hand glided down to her pussy. Mom was going to masturbate as she watched the big, black cock fuck my ass!

“Feel how big it is? Just wait’ll I start rubbing your big prostate with the head of my big cock…fireworks!”

After pausing to lube my ass and her cock, t-girl said, “You need a lotsa lube to take me, sweet-tee… Okay! Here it comes, my darling!”

Without another word, t-girl straddled my ass, grabbed her massive, erect cock, and pushed it straight down into my greased asshole. She easily slid in a few inches, before I gasped loudly.

“Yeah…its big…and I am gonna pack your fudge tonight…your ass is sooo fuckin’ tight…feels sooo good and soft around my big cock…just like a woman’s. Squeeze those cheeks! Aaahhh! Keep squeezin’! Work it!”

When my ass tired, T-girl pushed her giant cock in deeper and began to grind it into my horny rectum. She made big circular motions clockwise and then counter-clockwise. I’m not sure who was more excited — Mom, me, or t-girl.

“You’re so tight…Momma…isn’t…going…to…last…long! Milk it…milk…my cum out! Yeah! Damn! I’m gonna cum…cum right in your sweet…white…ass! Aaahhh!”

When I felt t-girl’s cock go rigid in my rectum and then push forward, I did my best to squeeze it. I raised my ass, pushed back.

As the groaning t-girl’s warm ejaculations flooded my bowels, my ass shook uncontrollably and I began to wildly hump the carpet, as my own ejaculations ripped out of me. Somehow, I guess I had triggered a prostate driven orgasm.

After we were through cumming, Mom, with some concern asked, “Are you okay, Baby?”

“Ssshhheee…IT! White boy just came…his little ass just gave my big cock just a great fuckin’…”

“Oh Baby,” Mom cooed. “I…I loved it…watchin’ your…cute ass swallow that huge, black, horse cock!”

I think Mom was going to say “girlie ass”. I didn’t care. She had rolled over and was soothing me with exquisite, tender caresses. “I’ve never cum like that.”

Ignoring the loud squelching sound when t-girl finally pulled out of me, Mom gushed, “I’ve never…I’ve never been so filled, stuffed, and fucked in my life, either. You sure know how to use that…enormous cock!”

“Damn, bitches! That was fun…fuckin’ your pretty, white asses. Wish I could stay and party with you all, again, but I gotta go to work.” “Your turn,” t-girl said as grabbed her clothes and walked away.

Mystified, Mom and I looked behind us. Our eyes widened and our assholes clenched shut. There were three beautiful t-girls standing behind us.

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