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I park the car and check my phone. The flight should have arrived a few minutes ago. Indeed, I received your snaps meaning that you have landed. They were taken during the flight. I open them, I am expecting them.

I recognize your image in the flight toilet mirror. Just as we agreed. I love your obedience. You have the upper buttons of your blouse undone and your free hand is sneaking in, touching your boob. You are smiling. Inviting. I take a deep breath.

Next snap is a short video. I have no way of knowing how much later it was taken, but your clothes are looking a lot looser now. And also you look more… sweaty? With your free hand you take your blouse up, revealing the abs and the undone button of your trousers. The hand glides downwards and inside. I can clearly see the pattern on the trousers fabric and understand what your fingers are doing. You take the hand upwards, two wet fingers, directed towards your face. The snap ends as you start opening your mouth.

You did as I asked. One still and one video. Thank you, you always do as I ask. Still sitting in the car I move slightly to get more comfortable. In my pants, you know.

I do not know if you came on that flight or if you didn’t. Those details were neither part of the instructions nor of your reply. I will not ask, then I will never know.

I keep watching it on repeat, noticing how the shadows of the light-blue trousers reveal what your fingers do, two fingers, first around the clit, then in and out, then in and out again. Twice. I see a nipple, erect, though the open blouse. I see your hungry look towards the fingers.

I put the phone away and get out of the car. I wait. I guess I can wait, I have been waiting for almost an eternity now. As usual, I forgot to tell you that I had arrived and I have your car waiting for you. So I text this. And wait some more.

I see you approaching from the terminal. I see you wet, I mean, it was raining. A wheeled case behind you. A cabin bag hanging from your shoulder with the strap nearly around your neck. Oh, that neck.. with that strap around it.

Your hair and clothes are slightly wet. You walk all the way to me, then drop everything. We hug. We kiss. I feel your body. You feel mine. You know I’ve watched your snaps, no doubt about that. Bagage in the car, we sit. I drive.

***

You relax. You sink in your seat. You breathe. Deep. Slowly. You smile. You take your bra off, revealing your gorgeous double Ds.

I restrain the need to talk. For I always talk. But not now. I drive in silence.

A beautiful silence that is only slightly interrupted when you notice that I take the country road, not the highway. But you say nothing, so the beautiful silence triumphs again.

I look at you. You look at me. I take your hand and caress it. You enjoy it. Then, you move your hand to my leg. You caress it. Strokes going along, then to the inner side. The rain continues, heavily.

The moment is slightly broken as awkwards movements are absolutely necessary to release some tension inside my underwear. You move your torso towards me as you are using both hands now. You open what you need to open and you take it out.

“I really was looking forward to this” – you say and you swallow my cock.

I focus on the road. I try. I manage some ten minutes or so until the sensations, the noises and your warmth are too much. I keep driving on one hand and use the other hand to creep under your blouse. I find a boob. I roll my fingers over your nipple. I caress it. You now make small pauses to handle both pleasures; the cock in your throat and the digital work on the nipples. You are not only moving your head now, but your entire body. I decide it is enough and I pull the car over.

I get you off my dick and attack your neck with my lips. Moving slowly downwards. You freeze, you relax, you accept me with open arms and total submission. I reach your tits and kiss them. I focus on your nipples again. First one. I work it nicely with lips, tongue and occasionally teeth. You grab my head and do a quick tit swap as effectively as you can. You arch backwards, you moan. You want more.

Big rain droplets splashing everywhere. I Elazığ Escort move to the back seat.

“Take off your pants and come… here with me”.

You do as asked and sit on my cock, already wearing protection. You are so fucking wet. You are dripping.

With time I have learned to read your hornyness by the amount of seconds you use to start moving your abs muscles in a delightful low body roll wave. On some occasions you play cowgirl, you dance, you change tempo, you use your internal muscles. But now, you seek pure physical pleasure immediately. And that nearly throws me off. I grab you all around with my arms. My face is deep somewhere on your skin. You increase your body waves. You grab my head tightly against your left boob. Or is it the right one? Then take my hand to the neighboring nipple.

I interrupt your waves so I can get better purchase on the car seat and fuck you harder. Thrusting at high tempo. You enjoy my energy. I grab your hair from behind and pull downwards. You look up exposing your beautiful neck. The intense friction on my dick pushes me physically very close to my orgasm, but I stop. You take over and start with your waves immediately. Oh god, how you love to fuck. I do not release your hair yet and see you struggling as I hold it tight. It looks like you suffer a bit from the rudeness. You enjoy the domination, you little slut. This is nearly too much for me and I suddenly approach the edge that I had no clue was so near. I try to freeze. Try to hold. And I come in an effort trying to avoid it. I release your hair.

Your abdominal waves are still coming. As you are approaching your orgasm, the psychological pleasure I feel exceeds the physical one. Despite coming, I feel horny in my head as I hear you roll one wave with your first involuntary moan. The next wave has its moan even louder. I bite. I squeeze. You surf a couple more waves. Sweaty, our bodies relax on each other and we melt into a tender kiss.

***

After driving the rest of the trip, while listening to music and talking as responsible adults, we unpack the car, walk into your place and lock the door.

I move to the kitchen. You get naked. I prepare some food before following you upstairs, just mashing an avocado and grabbing a fruit. I place the avocado pit in the bowl.

You start filling the bathtub and help me undress. You relax in the water and wait to be fed. I work the tortilla chip in the improvised guacamole and place it in your hungry mouth. You enjoy it. I massage your neck while you relax in the tub and eat what I prepared.

You take the pit and look at it. You think. You don’t say anything and leave it back in the bowl. You continue eating and I join you.

Once in the tub and with the empty bowl, I grab the avocado pit and approach it to your lips. You kiss it. You give me an inquiring look. You lick any remaining avocado on it. I drop it into the water.

I take the knife and start working on the mango fruit. I grab a large piece and approach it to your lips again. You suck the entire piece, eagerly. Likewise with the following pieces, you suck some pieces and even my fingers, because you love being my slut.

As the food is finished you are expecting me to do the next move. I get some short bondage ropes. You are on your knees, water to the waist. I fix your hands behind your back in a simple but beautiful shibari knot. I sit on a bench next to the bathtub. I grab your hair from behind your head with one hand and look you in the eyes. I move your head slowly towards me and I place your mouth around my erected cock. You balance your body only by adjusting your knees. Once you feel stable you start sucking. There is not much cock-kissing and tongue-playing as you have no control. I decide the rhythm. I decide the depth.

It is difficult for you to control the blow job. You are not exactly eating my dick. You are mostly falling, face first, onto it.

I remember when I came in the car. How I wanted more. I have a hard erection now. And I am enjoying you.

After some very nice precious moments, where I change my hands behind your head, I try to keep you a bit more shallow. Just to realize Elazığ Escort Bayan that you are seeking deeper, you slut. You go deep until you get some involuntary choke reactions. You are not drowning in it, it just sounds like that.

I pull you out, spit dripping everywhere.

“I like it. I want more”, you beg.

“I know”, I reply while I dive with my hand in the tub. Get the avocado pit and place it in your open mouth and fix it in place by wrapping one of the clothes I found spread on the floor. You try to say something but it is impossible to understand you.

I bend you over the bench. I go back to the water and make sure the rope sits properly. You feel my caresses on your arms, back, moving towards your ass. I open the hand-shower and I wet first the upper part of your upper body, water flowing both inside and outside the tub, wetting the floor and some clothes. I focus the stream to your ass and scrub with my hand.

I use cold water, you twist.

I use hot water, you arch backwards and say something unintelligible.

I wait, I use hotter water. I feel it burning hot. Shortly, I leave it to flow through your ass again. You scream. Then wash off with cold water. I play repeating the burning and cooling sequence until I am pleased. Until it is not a surprise for you any longer. You groan every time.

Enough of water play for now. I approach my face and stick my tongue out. I lick around your butt. Each side, gently. On top with a lot of saliva. Also downwards, approaching your cunt. I kiss the anus opening with my lips. I lick all over your anus. Place my lips around it and I start sticking the tongue out. I like this very much. I like the feel of it. I fuck your ass with my tongue, gently. You make some noises that I associate with pleasure.

I close my eyes and feel how your anus tightly squeezes my tongue. It feels soft and clean. It presses my tongue firmly on the sides. My mouth wide open on your butt, my tongue penetrating you from behind.

I take distance so I can breathe. I slightly caress your anus opening with my thumb, while other fingers playfully explore your cunt. I work my thumb pressing the stream of the shower hose to your anus. And cycle through temperature one more time. I see your face resting on the bench, saliva zipping out of your mouth around the avocado pit, completely surrendered.

I eat your butt again, enjoying the anal-squeezing feeling on my tongue again. I try to move my tongue inside. Your breathing intensifies. Your body learns to relax even more. The squeezing is now less intense.

Lube time. I use it in excess. I stand and apply it to my hard cock as well. I catch you trying to spy on what I am doing. I locate my cock head right in the anal opening. Everything feels slippery now. I start working my way into you. You squeeze your eyes shut, bite on the avocado pit.

It feels a lot of pressure around my dick. So tight. A strong sensation. I continue until I am about one third in. I wait. I embrace your body with mine, without moving much. I play with your tits from behind. Maybe not to give you pleasure as earlier, but mostly because it was irresistible, sorry.

I move slowly out and watch how your anus uses some seconds to completely close again. I use more lube and push myself into your butt again. I use less time now, but at the same depth.

I try to thrust, I move but my cock is not gliding. The internal skin of your anus is the one moving following my cock. Start feeling the gliding increases, and pressure decreases some. I pull out. Your ass is not completely closed now. I bend, on my knees, and kiss your ass as before. Fuck you with my tongue. The lube taste is everywhere now. I can feel your ass relaxing. No more butthole-squeeze on my tongue like before.

I stand, more lube, and push with my cock. It goes more than halfway now. I wait a few moments and the pressure decreases. I pull out, your ass still open. Apply the last drops of lube and push in. Then I start fucking your ass. The glide increases as you relax and pressure decreases.

You move your body desperately. You cannot decide if you are trying to untie your hands, escape, Escort Elazığ beg for more or spit the pit out. I make it easier for you. I get off and grab a belt. Put it around your neck and tie it to the bench. Maybe you finally understand that escaping is not an option.

I get back to the tub and aim at your ass again. I fuck your ass. Press my cock, your ass takes me in. Without stopping now. I fuck you. I play around with the angles until I feel I hit something different. You feel it as well. I keep that angle and pace. After a nice work out I start to feel that with every hit your body relaxes more and more. It is not that tight any more and you fight no longer.

You enjoy. I enjoy.

I start feeling that despite coming in the car, I will not last much longer and I start imagining filling you up inside. My cock glides easily and I do not need such a tight grip longer. I grab the shower and place it under your legs, pointing up, aiming for your clit. You start doing a lateral type of swing to help me hit the target. You moan, stronger, and stronger, and stronger. The waves start again.

I approach the edge and scream: «Filling you now».

I look at the belt holding you down, your arms crossed on your back, your ass swinging. It is too much. I forget about you for a second and dive deep in my personal physical pleasure as I reach climax. I deliver one warm load. two loads, and a third one. I slowly come back to reality and reduce my tempo. I feel your anus contracting rhythmically following your body waves. You keep moaning with every wave until they extend in time and you slowly start to relax.

I quickly untie you and we collapse on the tub. We change the water to a new, warmer one. We remain there, in a prolonged hug.

***

The afternoon develops into evening, mostly tidying, talking, sharing a meal, and a cup of tea. We go to bed early. We hear the rain outside and relax.

You move one hand and start caressing my upper body. A finger or two scrubs one of my nipples and my body tenses. This is all you need. Your lips jump to my upper body and you start licking my skin, nipples, hands and lips. You move quickly downwards to discover my penis soft and relaxed. You lift it slightly with one finger, you open your mouth and go all the way in. You do not suck. You do not lick. Your lips pressing towards my pelvis. I try to spy, but see no penis anymore. I close my eyes.

Such a slut you are. I like you very much. And I believe I like you being such a slut. You keep pressing towards my pubic area with your lips and I feel how the content of your mouth develops. As it grows it starts pressing towards your tongue and finally towards your throat. At this point you keep pressing downwards until a choking reflex kicks in. Now you start a blow job as a whore.

I try to focus on the physical pleasure, on myself. It is nice, but still I cannot believe you are such a whore. You keep pressing deeper until involuntary chokes interrupt you. I identify the best of the physical pleasure. My breath intensifies and I start to move involuntarily to explore that pleasing point. I enjoy. You enjoy.

I move a hand towards your cunt, but you move away from me.

You keep giving head, higher pace now. I can feel you are a bit unsure on how to please me best. Blowing lips, licking the trunk, spit on the tip, helping with your hand, you try everything with some hesitation. The only thing you do without hesitating is going all the way deep until it chokes you.

You take it out from your mouth just to say that you are horny again.

We do it together. You help me explore those pleasure points again. And instead of increasing the tempo that could develop to a frenetic rush, you milk out every stroke, every lick, every touch, every moment. We use time and you learn how to maximize the physical pleasure I feel. My movements try to prolong every wave of pleasure pushing closer to the edge. You find it out, and explore how to keep me there. You have full control over me. I realize that not only coming for a third time would be possible, but also unavoidable. The entire skin of my body is super sensitive now, I have involuntary muscle movements that go from my abs to my ass. I close my eyes and I release.

I do not know what you do with it, if you spit it somewhere or if you swallow it. It is not my business, it is for free use.

Last thing I remember is that you become the big spoon and the day ends.

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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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Tuesday mornings tended to be slow around our home, since I didn’t have office hours or classes until the afternoon. I woke up spooning my wife, who fit deliciously into every nook and cranny of me like she was made for it. Her head rested on my right arm, my left over her with a palm full of luscious boob. I could have stayed there forever, but my brain was catching up to the present. Also with the fact that said boob was definitely feeling larger.

Was her period incoming? Might explain some of what had been going on, but if so I’d want to enjoy this week then go make sure we were stocked on Midol.

She seemed to sense that I was awake… and up, morning wood being what it was. She didn’t seem to mind, wiggling a bit to tease me before inviting me to join her for a shower. I had literally never in our relationship refused THAT kind of request, and even though we eventually got each other clean at least half of the time was spent flirting mercilessly with each other.

Eventually, though, the day did have to continue. We both got dressed (gazing hungrily at each other), ate breakfast (gazing hungrily at the pancakes), and got to work on all the domestic household things that kept the home happy. In my case, that was dishes and vacuuming. She seemed to find a million excuses to be next to me, rubbing against me all she could.

When eventually I had to leave for work, I was glad the commute time gave me some breathing room to get my raging hormones back under control. She’d planted an absolutely sizzling kiss on my way out, one that had very little to do with restraint and everything to do with intent.

—

I again got there with some time to spare. This time, though, after getting set up I pulled out my printout from the previous day and started studying. With dedication.

I checked off the seven points I had found over the past couple of days, trying to map out which other spots would be easiest for me to find from there the next time I got her naked on our bed. I figured I would have a day or two to get them set in my mind, given that we had just gone two for two and we were not as young as we used to be. I was feeling sore around the waist, back, and shoulders from the physical efforts alone even now, requiring some stretching as my Intro class shuffled in. Flip side, given that kiss, I might not be skipping a day this time around.

It went easier than the day prior. In part, this was due to the class itself being easier (really, explaining pieces of a motherboard was second nature by now). It was also likely because I wasn’t frantically searching for theoreticals. I had my notes, I just had to learn them better.

A slight role reversal given some of the grades I handed out that class, I know, but still.

In any case, the day went fast. My classes might have all been afternoon, but there were three of them with no real rest between. Nobody ever wanted to teach the 101 courses, so being willing, I got all of them. I had a lot of grading to do given my recent absence, though my secret weapon at home was always my wife, willing to help look over things in order to try to keep her old skills sharp.

At least, that’s what I thought I would be doing up until I opened our door again.

The place was absolutely sparkling. It looked like something that belonged on the cover of a home magazine, after a dozen people spent a week staging it. No boxes were visible anymore, they were all unpacked. The shelves were loaded with our books, the entertainment stand set up, the wife nude on the couch, the smell of another wonderful meal in the air…

Wait, back that up one.

She stood, slowly, and stretched out. Arms up in the air, full body on display. She looked taller, some of that extra padding less apparent than usual, as I stood there staring at her. She definitely didn’t lose anything where it counted, though, her hips swung slightly and her breasts swayed hypnotically as she practically flowed over to me. She reached out to me, literally grabbed me by the tie to pull me close, and whispered “Dinner can wait. So can the bedroom. You are having sex with me on that couch, right now.”

I could smell her desire in the air as she dragged me over, and by the time she had methodically removed every piece of clothing on me, I was harder than I could ever remember being in my life. Her lips, looking fuller, quirked up into a smile. She was on her knees, her breasts wrapped around my shaft and slowly pumping me, feeling like heaven itself. I was about to burst right there when she stopped, got up onto the couch and spread her legs for me. Some things were clearer than words, and I was happy to oblige. I took one step forward, leaned in, and speared into her without resistance. She was more than ready for me, she was eager, and the gasp that came from her lips was shaded with relief that she no longer had to wait.

For my part, I couldn’t resist adding to it. As I slowly made love to my wife, my hands found the points at the middle of her back and up by her shoulders. When she leaned back into them, Elazığ Escort I transitioned to the ones under her noticeably fuller breasts. Then, I went further. There was a pair to the sides, under her ribcage. They were not quite where I thought they would be, but I knew what to look for and felt them. She felt me find them, too, clenching down on me as I began to rub into them, and orgasming explosively when I triggered them.

Let me tell you, the feeling of a woman orgasming that strongly while you are in her is absolutely incredible. I managed to hold on, barely, and only because it was the third day in a row we had done this. She somehow found leverage and practically dove onto me without pulling me out, landing on top of me on the carpet. My hands were all over her, but settled again on one point on the back of her skull, right where the very top of her spine connected. This one was deeper, harder to find, but eventually I did. She knew what I was doing, and was trying to move in helpful ways that eventually let me reach it. With one final thrust into her, I pressed hard onto the pressure point as well, and joined her in another explosive orgasm on the living room floor.

—

I woke up there and glanced at the clock. About 30 minutes had passed, I had a blanket on me keeping me warm, and I could hear the sounds of Lucy moving around the kitchen with a sense of industry. I stood up, looking for my clothes, and found pajamas next to me.

Next to them was my briefcase, open, with the papers stacked much more neatly than I had ever had them in my life. I could see the numbers written on them as well. There were tick marks next to a couple of questions on that top page. Somehow, Lucy had gotten going, covered me with a blanket, laid out clothes, organized my papers, graded three classes worth of assignments, AND was already back in the kitchen preparing things. In thirty minutes. After having sex so good it literally knocked me unconscious.

I’m not sure how she did it, but I knew more than ever that I was lucky to have gotten her.

I pulled on the silky pajamas she had laid out for me, walking a bit slower than usual over to the kitchen. I saw her there, wearing panties, a bra, and nothing else. Had to pause a moment to admire the view, but she seemed to hear me and turned around to look. The view from the front was just as good as the one from the back. She spoke up first. “Oh, honey, good, you woke up! I was afraid you’d miss dinner after all of that. Took care of the papers, hope you don’t mind, but I didn’t want you to be frantic in the morning if you slept all night…”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down, love!” She was acting like she was afraid I’d be upset. After all that had happened in the last hour or so, I don’t think I was capable of a negative emotion right then. “Everything was perfect, I glanced at a few of them and didn’t see anything wrong. I’ve also never been that organized, ever, so that will make tomorrow easier.” My stomach decided to ruin the moment by rumbling, loudly. Something about it being later than we usually ate, combined with using a lot of energy recently. Ahem.

She heard, apparently. “Go! Sit down, I’ll bring out the plates!” I must have still been slightly dazed as I complied, by the time I had fully sat she was setting the laden dishes down. Steak and mashed potatoes, something we’ve had many a time before but it never gets old. This time, though, there was no doubt as to the extra effort that had gone into it. They were seasoned perfectly, right on medium rare, served up steakhouse style with mushrooms and onions, and even the potatoes were loaded up.

“What’s the occasion? You usually bring out the big guns like this for our anniversary, and I know that’s almost a month out.”

“Just felt like it! I’ve been so motivated today, getting things done non-stop like I was back in the body of a cheerleader on the high school team.”

I looked at her again. Well, admired is probably more of the word, since she was still wearing nothing but her underthings and sensuously eating the steak. Filling out her cups, too, skin smooth and toned. “Seriously, you look it.”

“I hope you still feel that way tomorrow,” she said, adjusting her lacy bra strap. I noticed as the left boob bounced a bit that it seemed to be overflowing a bit as well. “My clothes aren’t seeming to fit me quite right today, and I realized that I haven’t gotten new ones in a while. Planning to take a trip out to get some new ones while you’re at the college tomorrow.”

“Tell you what, I only have two conditions.”

“Oh?” Her eyebrows raised up a bit.

“First, you model everything for me.” She smiled a bit at this, it was a bit of a hobby for her to do that anyway. “Second, you stop by Victoria’s Secret for at least one matching set, I want to see you in it.”

She smiled much more broadly at that. It almost looked feral for a moment, I suspect that had been part of the plan anyway. As I was finishing my plate, the thought of her in that kind of display had predictable effects Elazığ Escort Bayan on me. Much to my shock. I had literally just been fucked unconscious, and my body was ready for round 2? I wasn’t a teenager anymore, but you couldn’t convince my penis of that at this time.

“Oh, poor baby, is the thought really exciting you THAT much?” My wife practically purred this. Another pint of blood seemed to rush down south for the winter. “Put that plate in the sink and get to the bedroom, I’ll see about taking care of you, extra special.”

Let me tell you, a blowjob makes for an incredible lullaby.

—

I had gotten to sleep early and slept like a rock after all that we had been doing, so I woke up about five minutes before my alarm on Wednesday morning. The sun was just barely streaming in the window, and as I got up I realized that Lucy was both fully naked and supine. Still, something tickled the back of my mind. Something different, more than I thought before. The scientific part of my mind took over, and I walked over to my desk. The old-fashioned ruler I still had there was just the ticket, I laid it gently next to her and took a step back to snap a picture with my phone. I’d have a chance to analyze it today, but for that moment I needed to get ready for work.

She came to me around the time the coffee started brewing, walking silently up behind me to give me a hug from behind. A rather handsy one, not that I was complaining. “Good morning, Jay. Thanks for letting me sleep a bit longer.”

“No problem, love,” I replied as I turned around. She had put on a bathrobe, the thin one I was such a fan of. Knee-length and floaty, still comfortable as well. Well, it was knee length. Now, though, it ended a couple of inches up from it as she pressed herself into me, giving me a good-morning kiss.

I didn’t taste anything minty, but she had to have cleaned up. No morning breath, nor cum breath. I enjoyed it for a moment before she moved off to the side and grabbed eggs from the fridge. Felt like I barely blinked before they were cracked into a bowl and seasoned for breakfast. I still got the coffee done, though. That was on me. I was feeling good, truth be told. Lighter on my feet, a bit more energetic, like I wasn’t carrying quite as many pounds or years on me.

Lucy and I smiled a lot during breakfast. Both of us were eating pretty much one-handed, the other touching shoulder or back or thigh. The coffee was good, the eggs were amazing, and the company was the best in the world. Unfortunately, time waited for nobody, so that perfect little morning did have to end much too soon. I grabbed my materials, careful to keep the briefcase in its freshly-organized state, kissed my wife, and drove to work with that smile still on my face.

—

By the time I got to the computer lab for my scripting class, my brain got back around to where it was that morning, remembering that I intended to measure things. I pulled up the picture I had taken, along with the nude from before. There was no doubt about it, there was significant change between the two. Don’t get me wrong, Lucy looked great nude all the time, but comparing the two I wouldn’t have blamed someone for thinking they were different people.

The ruler I put in the pic let me do some calculating, and she had definitely grown significantly. Barely shorter than me now, instead of tucking up under my chin. Her breasts were much fuller and perkier, looking like the last twenty years and three children had no negative effect on them. She was noticeably thinner, her hair a shade or two lighter, her hips wider, skin looking much smoother. Even her fingers seemed longer, her lips more full. She had moved from cute straight into MILF territory, like someone you might see on a website you’d only go to in private.

That was besides the attitude and libido, which was on an entirely different level than any point since our honeymoon. This was not normal, no matter how much I had been enjoying the results. That just didn’t happen to someone in her late forties. Could those pressure points really be doing all that they’d claimed?

I took the comparisons off my screen about five minutes before my students started drifting in, the smell of a dozen different coffee mugs bringing me back to the present as I presented the day’s project assignment. Nothing to bring home this time, they’d show me whether it was working by the end of class. Another thought struck me about our ongoing events, though. If her body shape was changing, I’d need to redo my map.

Once the students left, I had an hour before my next bunch. I locked the door and pulled the privacy curtain down over its little window. For this, I’d need to use the big screen, and it would not do for anyone walking by to see what I was doing.

I started with the newest picture of my wife that I had taken this morning, reorienting it and toying with zoom so that it would be in roughly the same position as the maps of the pressure points I had. I then pulled up the one I had made, of those Escort Elazığ twenty points on her old pic. Overlaying the two definitely showed the difference, so I set the old map to transparent and got to tweaking it onto the new Lucy. It didn’t take long, despite the changes it was still generally her.

Now to verify it from another angle. I saved the image separately and pulled up the new picture again, without the points drawn on it, and clicked to bring up the original map of pressure points and meridians that I had dug up those few nights ago. Must have missed a click somewhere, though, as when I hit enter, I accidentally dropped two images onto the screen. One of them, the busty model mapping, was noticeably closer in silhouette to my wife than it had been last time. The other, though…

Yesterday’s picture of a motherboard dropped onto the screen, also in transparency. The pattern of lines, channels, and components overlaid what I was working on, much to my annoyance. I was moving my mouse to undo the error when I noticed something. Where it occupied the same space as the meridian model, it seemed to match up. At least roughly. Even the primary components seemed to be roughly where a few of the other pressure points fell. I’d have to store that idea for later, saving it to a third file before getting back to work.

Tweaking the original to fit my wife ended up with very similar results to the map I made a few minutes prior. I would have to adjust my aim a bit if I wanted to keep doing what I was doing, and especially a few of the points I hadn’t yet gotten to were showing at slightly different locations than before. I saved and printed the new one, clearing off the displays before my second class came in.

I even remembered to unlock the door. Considering where my mind was, this was an accomplishment.

—

I drove home slowly that afternoon, getting my thoughts in order. The changes so far had been accidental, just a result of me trying to give my wife particularly good massages. That would no longer be true. Even just the suspicions I had meant that I needed to sit down with her and actually talk before doing anything further. Massages could be massages, these points could not happen by accident due to the effort they take to hit. Going forward, it would be deliberate.

The thought was a bit scary. What if she objected once she knew what was going on? One thing I didn’t know was how to revert things. That was heavy on my mind as I walked down the hall to my apartment door, as I dug out my key to go in, steeled for what might be a difficult conversation.

I managed to get the door about a third of the way open before I got tackled by a blonde blur in a long coat.

My back hit the wall of the hallway outside as I realized that an unfamiliar pair of lips had attached themselves firmly to mine in a way that was very familiar from the last couple of days. The enthusiastic kiss had blown my nervous mood straight into oblivion as I started breathing harder, wanting more instantly. She broke off a second later and stepped back, letting me get a look at her. A very, very good look at a woman who was clearly my wife, but not the same as before.

She had changed more since I took the picture that morning, that was immediately clear. She was wearing heels, but they were not so large as to account for the fact that she was level with my height. Her eyes were noticeably larger and brighter, her lips more full, and her skin just about perfectly clear. Her breasts were also distinctly larger even covered by the coat, and her hips were pushing the sides of her pants further than I could remember. “Welcome home, love! Come in!” She turned and walked back into the apartment, her hips swinging as she did.

What can I say? I followed. I was nervous, not stupid.

The living room was not as spotlessly organized as the previous day, but only because there was a series of bags in front of the entertainment stand. There was some of the fancier packaging paper poking out of one of them, but before I could look closer my wife let the coat fall from her shoulders to the floor, and my attention was fully occupied.

She was wearing almost nothing underneath, just a small black lace pair of panties and a bra that was barely there. She turned to face me, and let me tell you that she wore it well. She had gone from thin to having hints of power there, I could see the faint lines of sleek muscles in her abs, thighs, and arms. Her skin was smooth and hairless from the neck down, and her breasts were DEFINITELY much larger than I had ever seen them before. Not even while she was actively breastfeeding had they reached that size. Her hair cascaded down her back in a smooth wave

My heart just about stopped in my chest looking at her. I felt my jaw drop, and could do nothing to prevent it. I could feel my breath pick up pace as she gave me The Look, the one that said quite clearly that she knew exactly what she was doing to me and desired it. She walked… no, sauntered… over to the bags and leaned over. From the waist. Confirming what I thought before, her ass had gone from cute to looking both round and firm, just made for sinking my palm into. She came up, facing away from me, and fortunately for my ability to reason began to put on a shirt and what looked like a long black skirt.

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Hello, everyone. I am so sorry for making you wait this long for the next chapter. Life got in the way, but the last few chapters will be published within the next few days. ❤

Thank you so much for your patience and I hope the story was worth the wait. This chapter contains violence, so if this is a trigger of any kind, I do apologise.

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My hands were sweating.

Lips trembling.

My heart was racing in my chest.

An erratic, inconsistent pounding that did nothing to calm the fear and dread that was rushing through me.

I tried to inhale deeply, but my lungs weren’t having it. My breathing came in short, frantic bursts. I was too agitated to do anything but sit in my plane seat and panic, fiddling anxiously with the hem of my designer dress.

I glanced up suddenly when the flight attendant leaned in to repeat her question, her brows knitting together in concern. She placed a warm, comforting hand on my shoulder and asked, “Mrs. Hudson, are you alright?”

Absently, I nodded. I forced a small smile, hoping that would ease her concern enough to leave me alone. “I’m fine, Annie. Thank you.”

“Perhaps a drink? Your usual?”

The idea of alcohol made my stomach turn, and I swallowed to fight off the wave of nausea. I shook my head frantically, then whispered, “How much further until we take off? Aren’t we supposed to have left by now?”

A smile, eerily polite and pitying.

“Last minute change of plans, ma’am. Mr. Hudson asked that we hold the plane,” she explained.

My heart stopped beating for a full moment, my head spinning furiously. My vision blurred at the edges until I was forced to press my knuckles to my eyes, fighting off the tears of fear and frustration.

“Mrs. Hudson-“

I rose from my seat, pushing Annie out of the way and hurrying towards the exit on wobbly knees. Before I could make it off the plane, I spotted a convoy of black, nondescript vehicles fast approaching. For a second, I considered running out onto the tarmac and making a run for it. I chewed on my lip, calculating the distance from the bottom of the stairs to freedom.

But then what? I would be caught in seconds, and Edward’s men would drag me back to the plane kicking and screaming. I’d simply be delaying the inevitable. I would have to face my husband sooner or later anyway.

I took a few steps back, closed my eyes and balled my hands into fists at my sides. I drew a deep breath, forcing my heart to slow to a steady pace. Calmer now, I opened my eyes and turned on my heel, hurrying towards the back of the plane. I heard the doors of the SUVs slam shut, and marched into the bedroom where I quietly closed the door. I used the few moments I had left to make myself presentable, brushing my hands down my front to straighten the cotton of my white, A-line dress.

Voices, low and muffled through the bedroom door. I pushed off the wood and walked across the room to the mirror, sitting down in front of the vanity. I reached for my cosmetics bag, removed several products to tidy myself up before I had to answer for my actions. But how the fuck was I supposed to hide the terror and sorrow that shone in my eyes? Or cover the sweat on my brow, the quivering of my lip? I couldn’t-

The door opened, my husband walking into the room with his usual arrogance and superiority. I watched his reflection as he closed the door behind him, his gaze roaming over me casually. The moment was so familiar that I completely forgot that we were in a private plane and not back in our bedroom in Miami. Our eyes locked in the mirror as he approached, his jaw clenching with each step taken.

Finally, his hands rested on my shoulders as they always did, the fingers digging into my skin as he began kneading the tension away, his touch unnervingly gentle.

“Hello, wife. Sleep well?”

I lower my contour sponge slowly, willing my hand not to shake and give away how terrified I actually was. My expression is carefully blank as I nod, then I force myself to smile before replying, “Yes, very. And you?”

He says nothing.

He just stands there and watches me with narrowed eyes, his breath quickening with every silent second that passes.

And then…

“I did, actually. I was reliving this memory of you and your best friend, Aurora – remember her? – fucking while I watched. The best memory I have of you, I think, but that was cut short when I received a call this morning. Apparently – and get this – Aldine is missing. Can you believe it?”

I parted my lips slightly, my eyes widening with carefully practised innocence.

An act. But a damn convincing one.

Such a pity that shit wasn’t going to cut it this time. I could feel his rage despite his casual tone and I knew it was only a matter of time before he completely lost his shit.

Again.

“Goodness me, I cannot. Do you know what happened?”

As if pleased that I’d asked that particular question, he bent over slightly so Elazığ Escort he could glare at me through the mirror. His smile stretched across his face, and then he turned to look directly at me.

“I was hoping you would tell me, pet.” The air between us suddenly crackled with electrifying tension, thickened by his diabolical rage and his biting tone. “After all, you were with him all night. Screwing and screaming like a bunch of fevered animals well into the night. Why, if I’d known how wild and passionate you could be, responding to pain and degradation like a ravenous little slut, I wouldn’t have bothered stepping out on you.”

I turned away, unable to look him in the eye. Unable to bear his unflinching glare. But he reached for my jaw, his fingers digging into both cheeks painfully and pulled until I was forced to look at his reflection once more. Despite the sudden violence, my expression gave nothing away. I almost seemed unbothered by the rage burning in his eyes, uncaring.

“There is no need for unkind words, Edward.”

“Come now. This is no time for delicate sensibilities, wife. I thought this kind of talk turned you on. After all, you responded with such passion when he-“

I pulled away, bracing for the pain of his hold, wincing when his fingers dug into my skin before finally pulling free. I marched across the room, hurrying towards the door so I could escape him. But it’s locked, and the key clatters loudly on the vanity as he tosses it carelessly on the wood. I froze, my hands tightening on the handle as I braced myself for what was about to happen.

“After he defiled you with his cock, you encouraged him to carve his fucking name in your flesh like a brand. You let him stake his claim on what belongs to me, and then… You killed him. Stabbed him, plunging the blade of the knife into his chest and back with unexpected precision.”

I turned around, my movements ever graceful and calm. My hands loose at my sides, I took a deep breath and replied, “You told me to keep him busy.”

“Exactly! I never said you should kill him! Why did you do it?” he demanded, his voice rising.

I remained silent, refusing to respond to his fury. But it only riles him up even more, his eyes darkening with a manic anger that even I have never witnessed before.

“Why!”

I jumped a bit, startled by the sudden growl. I shifted uneasily then, afraid that he was getting closer to that terrifying edge. I chose not to respond, thinking that would somehow save me from his wrath. Hoping that I could placate him into a calmer mood, then convince him to let me leave New York. But it doesn’t. If anything, it’s the final push that sends him over the edge. I barely had time to prepare myself as his long legs ate up the distance between us, his steps muffled by the thick carpet.

My back slammed against the cold solidity of the door at the same time that his hand grabbed my throat. He squeezed tight, cutting off the precious air I needed. Just long enough to remind me of my weakness, to show me he held the power.

“You knew exactly what you were doing when you stabbed him. You knew killing him would ruin everything and I’d lose control of his empire.”

I swallowed.

“Why?”

The last word growled through clenched teeth, Edward glaring down at me. His fingers tightened further around my neck in warning when I didn’t respond, and I hurriedly licked my lips before speaking.

“I don’t know,” I whispered, my voice soft and deceptively sweet.

His eyes narrowed slightly, silently accusing. “We both know the fucking reason. But you can’t say it, though, can you?”

He emphasises the last two words by slamming a closed fist inches away from my head and leaning close to growl at me through clenched teeth. “And the way you react to him… It’s almost as if you… as if you enjoyed the things he did to you. As if you fucking liked it!”

My expression likely changes to frightful dread and I bite back a sob. Edward pressed the full length of his body against mine, a silent reminder of his power, his dominance.

“N-No, Edward. It was-‘

“I watched everything. I saw the way you fell to your knees before him, swallowing his cock as if you couldn’t get enough. I listened to you moan as he ate your cunt, licked your asshole. I know how you knelt on his bed and allowed him to fuck you like a whore!”

“You said to distract him. I was doing what you-“

His free hand pushed between our bodies, fingers seeking out the letters I’d asked Dominic to carve into my skin last night. He pressed his fingers on the fresh wound, smirking when I winced in pain.

“‘Wouldn’t it be easier to just mark me properly’?” he repeated, spitting my own words back at me. “‘In a way that will actually last for a long time…'”

He relented, moving his fingers to my pussy instead, which he cupped in the large palm of his hand. He leaned forward, taking up all the space so all I could see and hear and feel was him.

“Does he touch you better than I do? Does he fuck you better, wife?”

“No,” Elazığ Escort Bayan I whispered.

“No, what?”

“No, Edward, he doesn’t.”

“He doesn’t feel better than me, does he?” my husband demanded, his fingers trembling around my throat.

“No, Edward.”

He let go, and turned me around suddenly.

A forceful hand in my hair, pushing my face against the smooth wood, the other lifting the hem of my dress over my ass to expose the lace panties I was wearing. He tapped at the inside of my ankles, forcing my legs wider. I grunted in pain when he landed a solid smack on my bare ass, squeezing and fondling while I struggled feebly. His nails dug deeper into my scalp, and he leaned in to whisper in my ear, “I want to hear you beg for my cock the same way you begged for his.”

“Edward, this-“

“BEG. FOR. IT!” he demanded, spanking my pussy again, and again, until I was actually trembling from over-stimulation.

“Please, Edward…”

He let go of my hair, then tugged at the straps of her dress, tearing at the material until the matching bra was exposed. He yanked it down, reaching out to grab and squeeze my naked tits violently, making me gasp from the pain. I heard his zip lower, the hard, smooth length of his cock brushed up against my ass. I am confused by my reaction to his handling, my eagerness for his cock.

Why was I allowing this? Had my time in Aldine’s employ really turned me into a whore? Or was I just so greedy for some kind of affection after what I’d done that I would even accept it from Edward?

He pushed me forward until my tits pressed against his arm, my nipples rubbing against the fabric of his suit. As the broad head of his cock brushed against my entrance, his hips bucking desperately in an attempt to slide into me, I was assaulted by the memory of Dominic’s face…

His touch on me, the way his tattooed fingers brushed over my skin before he leaned in and kissed me.

I tensed, my body stiffening at my husband’s touch.

“Stop, Edward.”

He froze, cock teasing between my damp lips. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head towards him so my back arches. He glared down at me, his body trembling with lust and jealousy and possessiveness.

“Do not deny me this, wife.”

“I don’t want this from you.”

“But you do with him?”

“I was doing my job,” I argued softly.

I sighed with relief when he pulled away from me, then gasped when he whirled me back around and slammed me hard against the wall. He punched me hard in the stomach, and before I could crash to the floor, Edward pulled me back up by my hair and held me in place.

The pain shooting through me was so sudden and intense it knocked the breath out of me. I kept my arms wrapped around my middle to protect myself from any more blows. He would never hit me in the face. He never hit me where others could see.

“You are not leaving this place. You will remain here, where I can keep a fucking eye on you.”

I shouldn’t provoke him. Not when he was this angry. But I must have a death wish, because I glared up at him with hatred and rage and said, “Scared, Edward? That I’ll end up in another man’s bed? Someone who can last long enough to ensure I actually have an orgasm?”

My words must catch him off guard, because he blinked in surprise. I knew he didn’t like me cutting at his masculinity like that, and he would react the only way he knew how. He backhanded me across the face, the force whipping my head sideways. He slapped me again for good measure, and I sobbed in pain.

“You are a filthy little whore, aren’t you? Getting off on being degraded like this,” he growled, grabbing my jaw and pinning me to the wall. We glared at each other for a while, his rage burning into something far more dangerous and lethal.

“Now that I know what a hot lay you are, I’ll come home every night and bend you over like a little slut and fuck you until you’re begging me to stop. It’s such a damn pity I won’t get to fuck this sweet-” he reached around to grab my bare cheek “-perfect ass of yours today. But I will soon. You clearly need to be reminded to whom the fuck you really belong.”

I expected more violence, but he surprised me by grabbing the underwear still dangling between my legs and tearing it off my body. Almost lazily, he examined the crotch – damp with my arousal – and then slowly smiled at me. After balling up the lace garment, he pocketed it in his slacks.

Looked at me.

Looked down at the carving of Dominic’s initials on my skin.

“I dare you to leave that there until tonight. I dare you. It’ll give me a reason to break that renewed spirit, to crush whatever fight he may have fucked into you.”

I shivered at the threat, knowing that he meant it. And before I could back away or respond, he kissed me, the gesture rough and urgent. He bit down on my lower lip with avenging force, drawing blood, and I pulled back from him with a disgusted frown. He traced my jaw slowly, almost intimately.

“Due to your reckless, Escort Elazığ stupid stunt this morning, I’m relinquishing control of the cartel to Fuentes until we return to Miami. Thanks to you, I’ll have my work cut out for me, but we’ll wade these waters together, wife.”

He pushed my face away, and walked towards the door. With his hand on the lock, he glanced back at me over his shoulder and said, “You better fix your fucking face before stepping out. Five minutes, or I’ll come back in here and get you.”

He slammed the door shut, leaving me alone. With him gone, my knees wobbled beneath me and I collapsed onto the ground painfully. My lungs fought for air at the same time my eyes burned with unshed tears, my heart kicking hard against my ribs.

It took every bit of strength to get back up, to wash my face, then sift through the dresses in the closet in search of an appropriate outfit. I looked for the baby blue wrap dress I always kept on the plane, frowned when I realised it was gone. I removed a soft pink sheath instead, tight yet soft, with an open back and a flattering bow at the small of my back.

I “fixed my face” by applying my statement burgundy lipstick to conceal the split lip, some powder to my cheeks to hide the bruise just as a knock came to the door. With a sigh, I pushed a pair of Cartier sunglasses onto my face and searched for one of my favourite clutches.

It, too, was missing.

So was my perfume and the yellow diamond ring Edward bought me for my twentieth. I grabbed a white clutch bag to throw my shit into, threw on a coat and slid on some gloves. Annie startled back a step when I opened the door, and stepped out of my way to let me pass.

“Annie.”

“Mrs. Hudson.”

I turned to look at her. “Since you’re already fucking my husband, I’ll ask you to refrain from stealing my clothes. I expect all my belongings returned before the next time we see one another.”

A purse of the lips, a gesture of defiance that told me everything I needed to know about her relationship with Edward. But as pissed as he was at me, he would not stand for one of his flings to disrespect me this way. I was his wife, a fact he consistently threw in my face.

“Edward said they were gifts.”

“He would never give you that ring. It belongs to me.”

I walked past her to the door, where Luis stood waiting for me. He followed me down the stairs and onto the tarmac to Edward’s Bentley. I slid into the back with his assistance, masking the pain that exploded through me when I folded my body into the seat. Edward was on his phone, but his gaze immediately snapped in my direction when the door slammed shut, lingering over my face in case I didn’t obey his orders. Content, he looked back out the window as the cars took off.

“I want her gone.” I broke the silence after his phone call ended, my gaze locked on my naked ring finger.

“Who?”

“Annie. She stole from me. Said you gifted my belongings to her.”

Silence. I do not look at him, lest he realize how petty I’m being. Exercising what little control I have to ruin his fun.

“Fired or killed?”

“Just fired, thank you. And I want my things back. I want you to get them for me.”

He grunted, acquiescing to my terms. “You will behave yourself.”

I nodded. “I also want to keep studying.”

“No.”

“Or I will run.”

More silence. Longer this time.

“I’ll kill you before you make it out of the city.”

“You need my father’s allies to maintain power in the South. If I die, they’ll turn on you. The same will happen if I run. I want to keep studying.”

Movement, subtle and unhurried. The soft clink of metal as Edward took my left hand in his, and I watched as he slid my chains back in place. First, the round eternity wedding band with small, blue diamonds. Then the more impressive engagement infinity band with a rose centre piece – a symbol of his cartel. Only Edward would buy me a ring that celebrated him more than me.

“mi esposa, mi corazón, mi alma” – words he had whispered to me every anniversary, words I carried with me on my dainty finger.

They were beautiful, truly. But the romantic notion didn’t change the fact that those words were engraved into pretty chains.

“I will retrieve your belongings. She will apologise to you. She will be fired. I will allow you to finish your degree, provided we continue to share a bed and you fulfil all your wifely duties.”

“You want to fuck me.”

“Like the whore you are.”

“Fuck you.”

“Yes?”

When I did not answer, Edward took my hand in his, a gesture that made my skin crawl. I do not dare move my hand, though, for fear of his reaction. So I let his hand envelop my own, his thumb tracing an intimate path down my palm.

“I will allow your disobedience another day, but no more. You will not ruin this new endeavour for me, do you understand? I won’t have it.”

I wanted to cry, but somehow I managed to whisper, “Yes, Edward.”

A few minutes later, we parked in front of a large, impressive building. It was majestic in its stance, as if daring everything around it not to bow to its superiority. I waited for my door to be opened before getting out, slipping my gloved hand into Edward’s. He led me towards the door, his hand placed delicately on the small of my back.

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Tara Andrews muttered as she walked to her closet. What on earth was she going to wear? Dan, her husband, had received an invitation to an exclusive party held by his boss. These parties were known throughout town as ‘social events’ and a personal invite was a coveted treasure.

That still didn’t solve the problem of clothing. It had to be perfect. Tara wasn’t sure why she felt that way, but she did. And though excited about attending such a famed party, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong. It was nothing she could put her finger on, just an unsettling sensation deep in her stomach.

In an attempt to rid herself of the feeling, she pulled the terrycloth towel off her head, allowing her wet dark hair to tumble down. Tiny rivers of water ran down her delicate shoulder blades to the small of her back. Her alabaster skin goose-bumped from the slight chill. With a toss of the towel knotted around her, Tara made her way to the closet for one last perusal.

She decided on red. The red slinky dress with the spaghetti straps which clung to her figure so nicely. It was elegant, dressy, and had just a touch of sexiness. The mid-length hem would be appropriate while still showing off her well-toned legs. Confident in her selection, she finished her make-up and started on her hair. There was still forty minutes before they had to leave. A quick blow dry and a simple twist and she would be on time.

Exactly on schedule, Tara walked down the stairs to see Dan patiently waiting for her. His eyes shone bright as he watched her approach. Yes. She had made the right selection. Tonight would be a night to remember.

Tara sat in awe as they drove up the long driveway. The house that stood before them was vast in size and stature. This was not a house, but a mansion. Never had Tara seen anything like it. The whole front was done in a stone and brick design, interweaved perfectly to create an old English design. The front lawn and gardens surrounding the walk were immaculate. Flowers and shrubs of every variety detailed the curved entrance.

“That’s some house, huh, babe?”

“Oh, yes. It’s incredible. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Well, you will tonight.”

“Yes, and only because we were invited. This house is magnificent. I wonder why they’re so hidden at the back of the lots. I would love to be able to drive around this area and see all these beautiful homes.”

“It’s for privacy. Otherwise, they would have all us gawkers around constantly.”

Tara giggled. “You’re right. And I would be the number one gawker. Can you imagine living in a house like this? What a dream.”

“Maybe one day, babe. Dreams do come true.” With his final words, Dan got out of the car and came around to let Tara out. He held out his arm to his beautiful wife, and together, they climbed the stairs that led to the front door.

Tara let out a slight gasp as they entered the house. The large foyer was candle-lit, marking the way into the large party room. More bouquets of flowers were placed around the room, sending a sweet fragrance into the air. The aura in the room was electric. People mingled and stood around a small make-shift dance floor. The floor itself was lit with colored spot lights which flashed and moved, seemingly in time to the music which filtered through hidden speakers.

Seeing the only other couple they knew, Dan led Tara over to where Brian and Linda stood. Tara breathed a sigh of relief before giving Linda a tight hug. “Can you believe this place? It’s like out of a fairy tale.”

“I love it here,” Linda answered. “I’m not sure I want to leave.”

The two women continued to point out other aspects of the room they liked while the men went to get the group drinks. Tara was about to point out the elaborate fireplace in the corner when she spotted Garrett and Lucinda Robertson, their hosts, coming down the grand staircase.

“Oh, my,” Tara gasped as she watched them. Their entrance had been well-timed and orchestrated. Everyone in the room had a full view of the attractive couple as they entered their own party. Ohs and ahs were heard around the room as they made their way through to greet their guests.

Tara watched them in a hypnotic trance. She was mesmerized by their elegance and class as they circulated through the room. They were everything she had always assumed of the wealthy. Well bred, classy, beautiful, and distinguished. And under it all, a sense of power that energized the room.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she, Tara?” Linda said, pulling Tara back to attention.

“Absolutely.”

“Check out that dress. It’s exquisite,” Linda continued. “How much do you think it cost?”

“A lot, I’m sure,” Tara answered in reply but her attention had switched from Lucinda to Garrett Robertson. The black tux fit him to perfection and suited his dark Mediterranean looks. His hair was cut short and groomed neatly. It wasn’t his good looks that affected Tara, it was something else. As she was trying to place what it was, he looked at her and gave a small nod.

Caught off-guard, Tara blushed and turned away. She inwardly groaned at being caught staring at him like a schoolgirl with a crush.

Linda giggled at her pink-face friend.

“Oh, be quiet,” Tara said with a laugh. “Let’s go find those men and get our drinks.”

They found their husbands talking with a small crowd of colleagues from work. The group talked, laughed, and enjoyed themselves. They ate, drank, danced, and continued to mingle throughout the room.

Coming back from the dance floor with one of her husband’s co-workers, Tara excused herself and made her way to the powder room. It was on her way back that Tara was stopped by Lucinda Robertson.

“And how are you doing tonight, love? Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Oh, yes, thank you,” Tara replied. “It’s been absolutely wonderful. And can I say, you have a beautiful home.”

“Thank you, dear. Perhaps you will see more of it later. But first, let me introduce you to my husband.”

Tara turned. She hadn’t seen Garrett approach and again blushed slightly. “It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Robertson. Thank you for inviting Elazığ Escort us. I was just telling your wife…”

He cut her off. “You will be the one.”

“Um, the one, what?”

“That will be on her knees, sucking my cock, before the night is through.”

“What?”

“I’ll call for you later.” With that, Garrett walked away without another look, at Tara or his wife.

Tara looked quickly to Lucinda to try and explain that she would never, but was struck quiet with the look she saw there. Lucinda did not look shocked or upset. Instead, she almost looked pleased. The grin on her face made Tara’s face turn from red to white.

“Hey, hun, you okay?” Dan’s words brought Tara out of her spell. She hadn’t even noticed Lucinda walk away.

“Um, no. I mean, yes. Yes, I’m fine, Dan, thanks.”

“Are you sure? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

“No, I’m fine, really.”

“Are you ill? Do you want to go home?”

“No!” The intensity in which she said the word shocked both of them. Although, she didn’t know what to think of the earlier encounter, she didn’t want to leave. But why? Garrett couldn’t have been serious. He hadn’t meant that. It was a joke at her expense, wasn’t it? It had to be. Plus, she would never do such a thing. She was a married woman and he was a stranger. Not to mention the fact, civilized people didn’t act that way.

Tara let out a shrill laugh that was unlike her. “I’m sorry, honey. I don’t know what got into me. I’m okay and I really do want to stay. Maybe I’ll just get a drink and go sit down for awhile.”

“Okay, Tara. But if you change your mind, let me know.” He walked her to the bar and ordered her a drink before leaving her on one of the many sofas to relax. She was acting peculiar tonight. He would keep an eye on her.

Tara knew she had alarmed Dan with her behavior. She could see him watching her as he mingled through the crowd. Damn. He couldn’t watch her all night. Tara swallowed a sob as the thoughts came. Why couldn’t he? It wasn’t like anything was going to happen. All she was going to do was sit here and regroup, then act like an adult and enjoy the rest of the party.

Although her thoughts were logical, Tara felt upset. Did she want it to happen? To be on her knees before Garrett, sucking his cock? No. It was ridiculous. Then why did her mind keep going back to the idea. She knew she wasn’t drunk; she was only sipping on her second glass of wine. It had to be the shock of hearing something so blunt and forward. The absurdity was the reason it was still in her mind. Feeling better, though somewhat disappointed, Tara stood and made her way back into the crowd.

Tara laughed and was enjoying the conversation of the group of people she was with when a shiver ran down her spine. Garrett had brushed up behind her and let his hand rest in the small of her back. He whispered in her ear, “Third floor, second door on the left. You have five minutes.”

Tara’s face went white then blushed to deep crimson. He was serious. A nervous excitement ran though her before fear set in. She watched Garrett make his way up the stairway without even looking back. His posture said he knew she would be there as commanded. The arrogance of it put her off. How dare he. Did he really expect her to follow? He did, and deep down, she knew she would.

Tara excused herself from the group and headed to a small alcove along the wall. She needed to think. What was she doing? Was she really contemplating this? The nervous energy that flowed through her made her think so. She was on fire with heat and excitement. Even her pussy was wet with the thought of it. But how could this be? Normally, she would be offended beyond belief if anyone, even her husband, spoke to her that way.

No. It was absurd. She wouldn’t do it. Garrett Robertson may be powerful and rich, but he didn’t own her. No one could tell her what to do. Then why did the thought of being degraded like that turn her on? She did want this. Every fiber of her body was telling her so. Tara’s mind spun out of control as she battled being the good wife versus being a whore.

Unbeknownst to Tara, Lucinda had filled Dan in on the earlier conversation and of what had just transpired. Together they stood by the back bar and watched Tara with her inner struggle.

“If she goes, you will get to watch a treat, indeed.” Dan remained silent, his own thoughts whirling around in his head. Lucinda leant in, brushing her breasts against his side. “Oh, Dan, this is just the beginning. Imagine all the fun to be had.” Her smile was sinister as well as alluring.

Just as Dan was about to speak, both noticed Tara slowly make her way up the stairs.

“Let’s go up the back. Quick, follow me.”

Each stair was a painful experience for Tara. Her emotions boiled and she swallowed back a sob. What was she doing? Why was she doing this? Tears filled her eyes and threatened to spill over. Confused and frustrated, she climbed her way to the third floor.

The second door on the left loomed before her. This was the moment of truth. She could still leave. Turn and run away. But she knew she couldn’t. Her will was no longer her own. Somehow, Garrett had reached a place deep inside her soul with his prediction. He had sensed something in her she hadn’t realized. But now, here at the large oak door, she knew it was true. She wanted this. Needed it. This desire to be dominated and humiliated as he had done earlier. It had stirred desires in her that burned hot and deep. She couldn’t turn back now. This was her destiny and she hadn’t cared if anyone noticed her as she walked up the stairs. Even Dan was far from her mind. She belonged to Garrett in this moment and she knew she would do as he instructed. With a fire in her belly and a shaking hand, Tara turned the doorknob and entered the room.

“You’re late.” His voice was not loud but his disapproval was evident.

Tara stood dumbstruck. All her earlier confidence in her decision shattered. Fear stood out in her brilliant blue eyes.

“You must be punished for your tardiness. Strip, slut.”

Tara was not sure if she was more shocked from being told to strip Elazığ Escort Bayan or being called a slut. Whichever it was, both turned her on, and added to her confusion. Her fingers fumbled as she slipped the straps of her dress over her creamy shoulders. The dress fell away leaving her in only a pair of panties and black stockings, along with the four-inch heels she had worn. She looked at him with desperation.

“Now the panties.”

Tara couldn’t believe her hands as her fingers slipped away her black panties. Here she was, stripping away her clothes in front of this man, and she still didn’t understand why. What shocked her more was the knowledge that she liked it. Though her skin flushed red with embarrassment, she was sexually excited.

Garrett sat on the edge of the king-size bed and continued to look over her almost naked body. With a slight nod and a pat of his lap, he summoned her to him. “Over my knee, slut.”

“What?”

“Let’s not play games. You were late and you will be punished for it. Come here.”

On shaking legs, Tara approached and stood at his side. She knew what was expected of her. Gingerly, she lay across his lap. She gasped as his hand rested on her backside.

“A very lovely ass, indeed. Let’s see if we can make these cheeks blush as nice as the ones on your face.”

“Oh, god,” Tara moaned before the first smack came down. His hand continued to slap her ass in a rhythmic pattern and beat. And although it stung, Tara found she enjoyed the warmth and sensation it caused in her.

As the blows carried on, the heat and pain increased. Tara yelped with each new smack. But it was not the pain that fueled her desires. It was the fact that she was spread over a stranger’s lap and being punished. The shameful thought was bringing her to a peak. Before she could explode with pleasure, Garrett stopped and had Tara stand to face him.

He walked to the bureau before speaking. “I think you enjoyed that. Your pussy is soaked and ready to cum, but that’s not the reason you’re here.” Garrett stood and unzipped his trousers. Tara looked at him with wide eyes. “On your knees, slut.”

Tara started to walk to him.

“On your knees, now! You will crawl to me, understand?”

Shocked and with tear-filled eyes, Tara nodded and dropped to her knees. His displeasure added to her humiliation of having to crawl like an animal.

“That’s better. Now kneel before me and open your mouth. Wider!”

Tara complied even though it was uncomfortable to have her mouth so open. The tears which had been welling in her eyes earlier spilled down her cheek as he slapped his cock against her lips. She tried to capture him in her mouth but he was intent on teasing her. He moved his cock just out of her mouth’s grasp.

“Look at the little slut trying to get that big cock. Come on, slut, get it.” His words chided her as he kept just out of reach. “What’s the matter? Open your mouth and take it. I know you want it, now come and get it.”

He stepped back every time she almost had his organ in her mouth, making her continue to crawl forward to stay in reach. It was humiliating and exciting at the same time.
Finally he allowed her to take him into her mouth. Her lips wrapped instantly around his rigid pole. Tara was so in need of him by this time that she eagerly sucked him deep into her mouth. Her rhythm was fast and urgent. The taste of his pre-cum fueled her desire and she thrust herself forward causing his cock to hit the back of her throat. She let it sit there before slowly gliding her lips along his shaft as she released him.

“Very nice, slut, but a gift like you have must be shared.”

Tara gave no thought to his words but rather concentrated on taking his cock back into her hot mouth. She didn’t notice that he had pressed a small button on the bureau as he spoke. It was only when a shadow passed over her did she open her eyes and stop.

Two men had entered the room. One was an older man who looked as if he had seen better days. He looked disheveled and dirty. The other was a young black man. Although he too looked out of place in this majestic house, his looks were very manly and rugged. These men had not been present downstairs but were obviously known to Garrett.

Tara was left naked and kneeling on the floor while he re-zipped his pants and spoke in a hushed tone to the two. She turned beat red with embarrassment while the men ogled her as they listened. Paralyzed with shame, she didn’t try to cover up her nakedness with her hands.

Tara watched in shock as the older man approached. “I got something for you to suck, girl.”

In disgust, Tara shook her head vehemently.

“Listen, bitch, take it out and suck it.”

“No. I won’t,” and then more weakly, “I can’t.”

Garrett’s voice cut in. “You can and you will.”

Tara looked to him immediately. She was ready to plead until she saw the look on his face. This was what he wanted. He had set it up. His eyes calmed her and she knew she would be okay. The need to please him overtook her earlier denial.

Hesitantly, Tara took the old man’s cock into her mouth. After a few strokes, she forgot about him and concentrated on doing it for Garrett. The thought both excited and shamed her. She loved the feeling of giving into his control. At the same time, it made her feel used and like a toy. The idea that she was nothing more than sexual entertainment ignited her passions further.

So much so that when the young black man started to fondle her pussy, she let out a loud guttural moan. Tara tried desperately to hump his expert fingers while she blew the older man. Her sexual nature had been released and her body responded to her actions. All the while, she was aware of Garrett’s watching and tried her best to give him a good show.

Dan could not believe what he was seeing. There was Tara, sexually involved with two men while another watched. He might have burst into the room in anger if it hadn’t been for Lucinda. She had sensed his discomfort, and in an effort to sate him, started rubbing his cock through his pants while whispering in his ear.

“Doesn’t that look good, Dan? I Escort Elazığ bet you want some of that too, don’t you?” She paused for just a second. “I know I do.” Soon Lucinda was on her knees with Dan’s cock in her mouth. What could he do now? Tara was sexually satisfying strangers while his boss’s wife worked his own cock. What a party this had turned into. Dan continued to watch as the two men switched places on his wife.

“I got to try out that pussy now. Get up here and let the slut work on your package.”

By now, Tara was eager to see what the young black man had to offer. Her eyes grew wide when he pulled out his enormous member. Not only was it longer than she had ever seen, but thicker too.

Her attention was stolen momentarily by the older man’s grip on her hips before he plunged inside. “Oh, yeah, baby, that feels so good.”

Tara looked up to see Garrett still watching intently. He gave her a slight nod to continue. She wished it was Garrett who was fucking her but she was strangely satisfied knowing he was enjoying watching her. Taking the young man’s large cock in her hand, she placed her lips around its head. It was too large to take in fully but she pleasured him as best she could.

“You can take more.” Garrett’s voice invaded the air. “Come on, girl, show me what a slut you are.”

Fueled on by his words, Tara tried to take more of the massive cock into her mouth. She choked and gagged on it as the older man pushed her forward with his thrusts. The pain of her mouth open so wide was offset by the pulsing in her pussy and Garrett’s crude comments. He called her a slut. A whore. How she was nothing but a toy for their pleasure and amusement. She wanted it and they were going to give it to her. His comments sent her over the edge and she exploded in climax.

Dan had also climaxed at the same time as Tara and delivered his load into Lucinda’s eager mouth. She gently licked him clean and nuzzled his balls before standing up and excusing herself. When Dan turned to see where she was going, he noticed Brian and Linda standing there. They had not only been watching him and Lucinda but had full view to see the scene Tara was involved in as well.

Brian spoke in a hushed voice, “Sorry, man, but we came looking for you guys and kind of stumbled in on this. I have to say, we’ve quite enjoyed it so far.” The grin on Linda’s face said she was in full agreement.

“Um, I, um. I don’t know what to say,” Dan stuttered.

“Don’t say anything,” Linda whispered, “just watch.” The three focused their attention back to the main bedroom.

“I’m going to blow,” the older man called out. “Turn around, bitch and open wide.”

Tara released the big black cock from her mouth and turned to face the older man. She wrapped her lips around his shaft and swallowed his hot seed as it shot into her mouth.

“Oh, yeah, that was great, slut. Did you like that?” the older man asked.

Tara nodded in answer.

“Good. Then you’re going to love what’s coming next.”

“Yes,” Garrett chimed in, “and we shall enjoy watching her take it.”

Tara looked at Garrett in confusion and then felt the young man behind her. Ah. Now she would feel this massive cock in her pussy. Tara groaned in anticipation. His cock head dipped into her wetness. She tried to push back against him but he pulled out. When he brought his organ back to her, Tara jumped forward in shock.

“Remain still,” Garrett ordered.

Fresh tears spilt from her eyes as she knew she would not resist what was coming. Once again, she felt his huge member press against the delicate opening of her ass. In one slow, excruciating thrust, his cock invaded her inner sanctuary.

Tara cried out in sobs. She tried to breathe deep and allow her body to adjust to this huge invasion of her body. He started to fuck her ass with long slow strokes. And although each new drive made her gasp, soon she was thrusting back in rhythm.

“Now!” Garrett’s voice rang out. “Punish her ass hard.”

The young man increased his intensity and drove his cock deep into Tara’s ass. She screamed out with each new thrust. After a rapid flurry of strokes, the young man gave out a moan and unleashed his hot spunk into Tara’s ravaged ass.

As soon as he pulled out, Tara slumped to the floor in exhaustion.

“Oh, my, don’t tell me I’ve missed the party.”

Tara looked up instantly to the sound of Lucinda’s voice. Her eyes widened as she took in the vision before her. Lucinda was totally naked except for her heels and a humungous dildo strapped to her body.

“Ah, dear,” Garrett responded, “you know the party doesn’t start until you arrive.”

Lucinda grinned and stood directly in front of Tara. “Such a pretty little slut. Garrett always picks the best ones. Come, dear, let’s get you positioned properly.”

With a hold of Tara’s hair, Lucinda dragged her over to where Garrett sat on the edge of the bed. He had already taken off his pants and his organ was fully erect.

“Lay back, hun, and let our toy climb aboard.”

Tonight had been everything from a mixture of shame and embarrassment to excitement and sexual turn-ons for Tara. Whatever the consequences of her actions, tonight had opened her mind and allowed her sexuality to soar.

With a sense of complete lust, Tara climbed over Garrett and lowered herself onto his waiting cock. She moaned loudly as his hands grabbed her breasts and pulled her down. He twisted and pulled her nipples causing her to crush her chest against him in relief. Sensing Lucinda approach, he released his grip and moved his hands to spread Tara’s ass cheeks apart.

In one vicious thrust, Lucinda entered Tara’s ass with the huge strap-on. Tara cried out in pain and pleasure. The feeling was intense. She felt as if she would explode with the fullness. Lucinda continued to fuck Tara’s ass with hard strokes. With Lucinda’s forcefulness and Garrett’s cock hitting its mark inside her, Tara exploded in a flurry of orgasms.

Garrett followed soon afterward. Seeing the two were spent, Lucinda removed the strap-on from Tara and sat on the bed beside them with a pout.

“What’s the matter, my dear?” Garrett questioned.

“Our slut had all the fun and I still haven’t cum.”

“Well, dear, maybe our friends standing in the hall can remedy that,” Garrett said, acknowledging the voyeuristic trio with a grin.

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From the last story
They put their stuff together and were gone in 30 minutes. Jack promised to let me know what happened and made Louise promise to write down everything that they did, with details, and email it to us. Cindy was ecstatic. She loved reading erotica, and now she was going to have a personal interest and reason for reading it.
After they left we had dinner, talked, and went to bed. Cindy asked me to eat her pussy because she was still worked up. It was a tough job, but I was up to the task!

I came home later that week, on a Thursday and found my wife, Cindy, and her friends Diane and Becky at the table, naked and playing cards. I had seen them all naked before and had sex with all of them, but this was something different. I asked what was going on.

“We’re playing strip poker.” Cindy smiled and giggled. The other two giggled as well.

They were all already naked. “But you are all already naked, so what’s the point?”

“Well, now we are betting other things.”

“Like what?” Now my interest was peaked.

“Nothing much, just things you have to perform. You missed it when Diane had to eat Becky’s ass until she orgasmed. You would have liked that.”

My dick was definitely hard now. “Yes, I would have. It’s too bad I got home so late.”

“Yes, it is, because they both have dates tonight and have to leave in about 15 minutes. Guess you’ll just have to settle for fucking your horny wife!” She grinned at me and flashed me her pussy.

Well, sometimes life is really rough and you have to perform your husbandly duties whether you want to or not… yeah, right! Like fucking my tight-bodied little wife was tough! She had turned into a bisexual dynamo and I loved it.

The other two ladies left and my wife and I had pretty hot, but normal sex. When it was over, it was only about 9:30 and I was watching some college football on ESPN. She turned to me and watched for a minute. “Who are you rooting for?”

“I’m rooting for State.”

She looked at me. “Wanna bet on the game?”

“Bet? You don’t even watch football.”

“Yes, but it’s tied now and I’ll take the other team and we’ll make a bet.”

“What kind of bet did you have in mind?” I sneered at her, thinking that it would be something trivial.

She grinned at me. “Let’s see…. How about this? I have a conference coming up a week from Friday for Friday afternoon thru Sunday morning. If I win you have to go with me and be my slave from the time we arrive at the hotel until we leave.”

I stared at her. This was completely unexpected. “What? What made you think of that?”

“It’s something that I know a controller like you will have trouble with, so that’s what I want. Now what is it you would want if you win?”

I thought long and hard about it, but I was having trouble coming up with anything. I was still too shocked by her desire to make me a slave for two days; something she had never even expressed before. “Well, if I have to spend a weekend as your slave if I lose; I think if I win, it’s only fair that you go an entire week wearing skirts and blouses without bras and panties, and you meet me for lunch every day and do whatever I say… in public or private.”

She stared at me. “Wow! That’s interesting.” She stared at me for a second, but seemed to have no trouble making up her mind. “Okay, it’s a bet. No welching either. Whatever happens, we have to do it. Agreed?” She put out her hand to shake on it.

“Agreed!” I shook her hand.

We watched the game and it was a close one all the way. When my team went up 3 with 1:45 to play, I started to breathe easier. She knew that I was the type that always had to be in control and that it would be difficult for me to give that up. The thing I bet was probably not as difficult for her, but I didn’t have much time to think about it. I knew what she was doing. She was trying to get me out of my comfort zone. I needed to come up with something better next time to push her limits. Unfortunately, my team committed a personal foul on the kickoff return and suddenly her team was 30 yards away from the end zone with two timeouts and 55 seconds on the clock. It was an eternity in football. Sure enough they managed to score a touchdown and send me to defeat. I sat there for a minute, stunned.

Cindy just sat there and grinned. “Wow! I get to have my own personal slave next weekend. It’s going to be fun!”

I couldn’t really get my mind around what she might do to me, but I was apprehensive anyway.

When the next Friday finally came, I had taken the day off so that we could leave and drive the 300 miles to the conference. Cindy was energized and bouncing around, gloating. “I am going to have so much fun playing with my slave this weekend. I can’t wait to see what I come up with.” Yeah, like she didn’t already have something in mind! “Oh, don’t bother packing any underwear. You will not be allowed to wear any this weekend.” I stared at her. She had asked me to pack some of my light dress pants. With those on and no underwear, my dick would be plainly visible a lot of the time. She smiled at me. “This is going to be so fun!”

“Yeah, I can’t wait.”

“Hey!” She pulled me in front of her. “No welching on the bet. Remember, that I’m your wife of 20 years. I won’t do anything that will get you hurt.” I would have relaxed, but then her grin turned positively evil. “But I will push your limits this weekend!”

My anxiety grew as I drove and we approached the hotel. Cindy seemed to get more animated and excited, which heightened my anxiety.

Finally, we pulled in front and she smiled at me. “Remember, once you get out of this car, you are mine to do with as I please.”

“Okay.” I started to turn to open the door and get out.

She put her hand on my arm and I turned to face her. “While we are here, that’s ‘Yes, ma’am’ to you!”

I stared at her. Butterflies were flitting everywhere in my stomach. I hesitated, but finally said it. “Yes, ma’am.”

She released my arm and we got out. I went around and opened the trunk and took out our two suitcases. She just started strolling into the hotel, leaving me with them both. Shit! She was definitely going to push my buttons.

I entered the hotel and went up beside her at the front desk. She had already provided her name and the name of the conference since they had reserved a block of rooms. The pretty little receptionist checked everything and handed her a card. She took the card and filled it out. The receptionist handed her the room keycards. She then turned to me, handed me one of the cards, and said so that the young female receptionist could hear. “Dennis, take the suitcases upstairs, unpack them, strip, and then draw me a bath. I’m going to have a drink and will be up in a minute.” She grinned at me, waiting for me to answer as the receptionist stood there.

“Yes, ma’am.” I blushed.

I looked over and the receptionist’s eyes went wide. She had no idea that my wife was playing this up for her.

Cindy turned to her. “If you start when they’re young, it’s much easier to train them.”

I flinched at that, but turned to go upstairs. Fortunately, I would never have to be back to this hotel. Cindy gave me a light smack on the ass and I turned as I walked away. She was grinning and winked at me. The receptionist had her mouth open in shock.

I didn’t say anything, but I was shocked that Cindy was being so open about this. I did as she had asked and the bath was filling with water and I was sitting on the bed naked when the door opened. Cindy came around the corner grinning. Then another woman turned the corner and I stared like a deer in the headlights of a car. She was gorgeous, but grinning and giggling at my predicament. I was sitting on the bed, trying to cover my crotch while she stared.

“See. I told you. He lost a bet and is my slave for the weekend. Hey slave, stand up and stop covering the merchandise. This is a friend of mine, Mary, from the last conference and I promised her a free show.”

I was fuming, angry, and excited. I slowly rose to my feet and put my hands at my side. I was blushing again.

Cindy walked over and took my dick in her hand. It started firming up. “See, he has a nice dick. It’s just the right size for me. What do you think?”

The woman stared for a second and licked her lips. “Nice!”

“Well come over here and check it out before you pass judgment!”

Mary tentatively approached me and put out her hand. Cindy dropped my dick and Mary lightly put her hand around it. It jerked a little and started rising more as the blood flowed in.

Cindy was really enjoying this. “Look at it grow. It’s a really nice dick whether you want to suck it or fuck it with your ass or pussy.”

Mary looked up at Cindy a little in shock, but didn’t remove her hand.

Cindy turned toward the bathroom. “Looks like the tub it almost ready. Slave, come finish getting me ready for my bath.”

I slowly removed Mary’s hand from my dick as it seemed she didn’t want to let it go. I went in and shut off the water. I came back out and they were both sitting on the bed. Cindy stood up.

“Undress me, slave.”

I started undressing her and Mary stood. “I’ll see you later. The first get together is a social at 7pm.”

“Wait!” Cindy stopped her and I stopped for a second. “Not you, slave, finish undressing me.” I removed her blouse and she had no bra on. I was working her pants down over her hips. “You can stay, Mary. I want you to see something before you go.” I finished stripping her pants off and then I worked on her panties. They came right off.

“Are you sure?” Mary had finished watching me undress Cindy before asking.

“Absolutely. My slave will entertain us while I bathe.”

Cindy walked into the bathroom and slowly climbed in the tub. “Mmmm. It’s just the right temperature, slave.” She settled all the way in and it covered her to her neck. Mary was standing at the doorway watching and I was standing next to the tub.

“I just want to relax in here for a minute and both Mary and I want to see you cum, slave.”

I stared at her.

“Well, c’mon. Get to jerking that thing. We want to see you spurt into my bathwater, right Mary?”

I looked over and Mary was a little stunned. “Uh… yeah… sure.”

I looked back at my wife and she smiled and winked at me. Fuck! I was going to jack off in front of this stranger and we had only been in the hotel for about 30 minutes. I had very seldom jacked off in front of my wife and never in front of another woman.

I took my dick in my hand and tried to think of fucking Becky in the ass. I wanted to think of something far away from this and my wife right now. It was a good image and I was hard and starting to feel good about cumming.

“Open your eyes!” Cindy spoke firmly. She looked over at Mary. “Mary, have you ever held a dick when it shoots off?”

Mary looked at my dick and back at Cindy. “No.”

“Well, come over here.” Mary advanced the last couple of steps up next to me. “I want you to finish him off. Just jack off his dick, I’m sure you know how to do that, and reach up under his ass and play with his balls. He loves that.”

Mary did just that and I started thrusting into her hand. Her hand was smooth, soft, and firm.

I looked at her face and she gave me a sheepish grin. I was getting close and she could tell. Elazığ Escort I looked down at Cindy and she winked at me again. I was thrusting and Mary was jacking me and playing with my balls. Oh, fuck! I grunted and shot my spunk all the way across the tub onto the far wall, the second and third shots landed in the water and then the rest just flowed out all over Mary’s hand. She didn’t seem to care.

“Nice, slave. Thanks for the hand, Mary.” Cindy giggled at her pun.

Mary grinned at both of us and finally released my dick. “It was fun. I don’t think my husband would ever do that.”

I looked up at her suddenly, realizing that she was married. She stared back.

“Shhh.” She put her cum covered fingers to her mouth and shushed me. “We don’t have to tell him, right, Cindy?”

“That’s right.”

Mary then made a show of licking her fingers. Cindy watched closely. When Mary was done she looked down at Cindy and then at my shrinking dick. “Thanks. See you later.” She left.

Cindy smiled up at me. “You did very well, my husband. I know this surprised you and that you have never had a woman just jack you off like that, but it was very interesting. The rest of the conference will be even better, I assure you.”

“Well, that was definitely different.”

Cindy laughed. “And you don’t know Mary at all. She has the biggest mouth at the conference!”

I stared at her. “You mean you think she’s going to tell everyone about this?!?” I was incredulous.

“At least her close friends. We may have some more ladies come over tonight.” She smiled. “Now go into the other room and relax and watch some TV. I’ll be out in a minute and we can get dressed for the happy hour.”

I went and did that, wondering what was next.

We arrived at the happy hour at 7:30 and it was in full force. My wife worked at a makeup company, so probably 90% of the people at the conference were women. She had dressed me in some light dress pants and a polo. Any stirring at all in my groin was going to be obvious. Cindy was wearing a pretty short skirt, dress shirt, and some nice heels, which she had made me put on her, and nothing else. She looked divine and I wanted to jump her bones.

“Cindy!” I heard Mary over the din of the room. Oh, shit, here we go.

Cindy grabbed my hand and led me over there. Mary was standing by a small back booth. “I got a back circular booth like you said. Nobody else I know is here yet.”

Cindy turned to me. “Sit in the back of the booth.” I did.

We had drinks and Cindy and Mary talked and laughed and didn’t include me in any of the conversation. Finally, about 8:30 several more women that they knew from these conferences had joined us. I was in the back of the booth and they were all standing in front of it so it was like I wasn’t even there. I felt like a mushroom, being kept in the dark. Since it was so loud by now, I couldn’t hear a thing that was being said, but suddenly I felt eyes on me and I looked up. Mary and Cindy were talking into the ears of a couple of other women and they were staring at me. Shit! Here we go….

Cindy put her hand out and leaned down so that I could hear her. I took her hand and she spoke to me. “Go up to the room, strip, and lay on the bed. We’ll be up in a minute.”

I stared at her for a second and she just waited for me to move. Finally, I stood up and made my way thru the crowd. She had said ‘we’. Fuck, she was bringing at least Mary along.

I stripped and lay on the bed. I turned on the TV and was watching sports when, about 45 minutes later, the women entered. I sat up suddenly and made sure I looked decent (covering my dick) as six women filed into the room. Cindy led them all over to the bed. “Ladies, meet my slave. Slave, these are my friends.” She pointed to each woman. “Mary, Louise, Roberta, Jenny, and Sarah.” I checked them out. Mary was about 5’5″, nicely built, auburn hair. Louise was about 5’9″, a tall, willowy brunette. Roberta was short at about 5’1″ and probably weighed about 140. She was a little heavy, with big tits. Jenny was small and tight, like my Cindy. Sarah was the bad girl. She was about 5’8″, very skinny, goth-like in all black clothes, dark makeup, short cropped hair, and several piercings in each ear and one in her eyebrow.

I didn’t say anything at first, and then Cindy reached over and smacked me on the thigh very hard. “Hey, slave, get up and greet each of these ladies with a kiss!”

I stood up tentatively and started with Mary. I said hello and gave each a little peck. When I got to Sarah, she reached down and grabbed my dangling dick. “Looks pretty good.” She grinned. I blushed and lowered my head.

Mary was carrying a bag and put it on the counter. “Okay, ladies, tonight its scotch night. I have a good bottle of Macallans that we can drink.” I wondered how drunk they were going to get. They all appeared to already be flushed from drinking in the lounge.

Cindy turned to me. “Slave, we need some ice for our scotch. Run to the ice machine and get some ice.”

I stared at her. I looked down at my nakedness and back up at her.

She grinned. “Better hurry!”

I looked at all the women and they were grinning at me. I grabbed the ice bucket and headed for the door. Fuck! I didn’t know how I was going to do this. I was embarrassed already, my dick was semi-hard from Sarah’s grope, and I had to get to the ice machine and back without getting caught by some hotel security guard. I had never been naked in public in my life. It was not my thing.

I started to turn back toward the room, but Cindy was right there. “C’mon honey.” She was whispering in my ear. “Honor the bet!”

I shot daggers at her with my look, opened the door, and stepped out. It was still early, so maybe everyone would stay in the lounge a little longer. I raced to the right where I had seen the sign for the ice machine. I stepped into a little room to fill the bucket. So far, so good. I filled the bucket and was heading back to the room when a door just past our room opened and two women stepped out. They turned to walk my direction and froze. I walked as fast as I could to our room. They were two doors further up and just stood there. My dick, still a little chubby, was slapping back and forth on my thighs and I cringed at them seeing me like this. I was never an exhibitionist, so I knew I was turning bright red. I tried not to look up. I reached our door and looked at it. Fuck! I was naked and had no key. I knocked on the door and waited. I glanced to the right, seeing their feet approaching and the two ladies were coming my way. I could feel their eyes on me, but I couldn’t look up at them.

“Looks like someone left something in his room.” One of them spoke.

“Yeah, but it’s good for us. I haven’t seen a naked man in a hallway in… well… never!” They both laughed.

I knocked again and finally the door opened. Cindy grinned at me and looked out. The two women were just even with me. She waved. “Hi, ladies. Just having a party with my little slave here.”

They laughed as they passed behind me. One of them turned. “Not too little, though, huh?”

“Nope, just right.” She stepped back and I entered. I was so embarrassed that I’m sure I was completely red. I put the bucket on the dresser and sat on the bed. I tried not to look at anyone. Cindy was recounting the story to the other ladies and they loved it. I was so humiliated at being forced to do this. This had never been done to me before and I wasn’t really a fan of it.

Cindy came over and kneeled down in front of me, grinning rudely. When she saw the humiliation in my eyes and that I wouldn’t look at her, she softened. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “I love you dearly. This is all in good fun. Please don’t quit now. Honor the bet.”

She knew that my friends and I never welched on a bet and she was counting on me here. I nodded.

She stood up and returned to being the dominate bitch. “Okay, slave, lay flat on the bed on your back.” I did, trying to remember that this was my wife of 20 years and that she had just told me that she loved me. She went to her suitcase while the women all ogled me. They were drinking and talking and I could hear comments about their boyfriends or husbands and how they compared to me. I could almost feel their eyes on my body and I closed my eyes to shut it all out. Cindy came back and I opened my eyes when I felt the bed move. She had two spreader bars. I stared at her and she grinned and climbed up over me. She put the first one between my wrists. She then crawled off and put the second between my legs. I could raise and move my hands and legs, but they were locked about three feet apart each. She turned to the others, who had quieted during this. “Okay, ladies. The slave’s face is open for business. Who wants to ride first?”

Of course it was Sarah. “I can’t wait to cum all over his face.” She immediately stripped off her jeans and panties. Everyone watched as she climbed up over me, grabbed the spreader bar that was holding my hands apart, and planted her pussy on my face. She sat on my face and I could tell that she was trying to freak me out by sitting so hard that I couldn’t breathe. I tried to start licking, but I was limited by what she was doing. After about 20 seconds I started to panic a little and started rolling my shoulders, letting her know that I couldn’t breathe. I could hear her laughing. At about 30 seconds she rose up a little and let me breathe. I took big gulping breaths. Then she yelled at me for not working on her pussy. I went to work. I actually enjoy eating pussy, but being in this position was not turning me on yet. I knew my dick was flaccid because I was not a fan of being oxygen deprived. I finally got a chance to lick her properly and started doing so. She had big inner lips that hung down outside her outer ones. They were pink and wet and I licked and sucked them. She also had a big clit and I sucked on that baby once she started rocking and made her finally cum. I was glad, because she was definitely a user.

After Sarah came Louise. She climbed up over me and hesitated before climbing on my face. She had her hand over her pussy, hiding it. She looked back at the other ladies. “I don’t know if I can do this. Nobody except my husband has seen me naked or eaten my pussy.” The other ladies offered words of encouragement and she looked down at me. She gave me a slight grimace mixed with her smile and then took a deep breath. She pulled her hand away and I saw a beautiful, bright pink, very wet slit. She shuffled forward on her knees and then put her pussy over my face. I started licking and she groaned loudly. “Oh, fuck, that is so good!” I kept it up until she too achieved an orgasm. I actually enjoyed that one and I could feel my cock harden.

They all took their turns riding my face and my jaw was hurting. My dick was hard as a rock, but they ignored it. They were really into it now and most of them were a little drunk. Cindy had gone last and had just gotten off me when Sarah reached down, grabbed my cock and balls together, and started squeezing. “Yeah, keep that dick hard you little pussy!” I started groaning and looked over at Cindy. She was smiling, but she stopped for a second because she sensed my discomfort. Sarah was squeezing it so hard that it hurt… a lot, and it made me yelp. “Uggggghhhhhhh!”

Up until then, I don’t think my Elazığ Escort Bayan wife knew that it wasn’t just playing. She didn’t realize that Sarah was hurting me. I heard her tell Sarah to let go. I was trying to double up to get her away from my genitalia. I heard more yelling and then I felt her hands let go. I lay back flat and gasped, trying to escape the pain. I felt both the spreader bars being loosened and after a few seconds I curled up in a ball and held my poor junk. I looked around and Cindy was looking at me with alarm, as were most of the other ladies. I couldn’t see Louise until I looked in the corner to my right where the small table was. Louise was holding Sarah bent over the table with her hands cuffed behind her. Sarah was struggling a little, but Louise was holding her arms up very high to control her. Louise smiled at me.

Cindy sat next to me and pulled my head to her chest as she comforted me. My balls were still aching and I was still a little in shock. She took my face into her hands and looked directly into my eyes. I could see the tears. “I’m so sorry, honey. I didn’t realize what she was doing at first. Are you okay?”

I looked around and suddenly felt embarrassed and naked again. I pulled my legs up further and put my hand between my legs, cupping my dick and balls. “I think so.”

Cindy stood up and suddenly looked very angry. “Louise, bring that slut over here.” Louise held Sarah’s arms up high behind her and directed her over to the bed and shoved her face down into it. Cindy walked over to her suitcase and pulled out a wide belt. Everyone’s eyes went wide, including mine. She walked over to Sarah, who hadn’t put her jeans and panties back on and maneuvered her so that Louise was not in the way. “You fucking whore.” She swung the belt very hard and it cracked against Sarah’s ass. She yelled and everyone else flinched. A large red welt appeared on that ass. “Who do you think you are?” Smack! Another yell. “That’s my husband you little fucking tramp!” Smack! A yell and sobbing. “If you ever come near us again I will beat you within an inch of your life, you got it, bitch?” Smack! More sobbing and a nod of the head from Sarah. Cindy motioned Louise to stand her up and she did. Cindy looked around and found Sarah’s jeans and panties. She told Louise to take the handcuffs off and as soon as she did, Cindy shoved Sarah’s clothes at her, marched her to the door, and shoved her out. Her ass looked red and on fire. I was almost in shock… only the ache in my balls reminded me of what had happened previous to that.

Cindy came over to me and held her hand out. I took it and she stood me up and led me into the bathroom. “Hold on a sec, ladies.” The other women were just standing there staring as she closed the door.

Cindy took me in her arms. “I love you so much, honey. Please tell me everything is okay. Are you alright? And more importantly, are we alright?”

I pulled back and looked at her. “I think I’m okay.” I kissed her lightly. “We are fine. I was just a little scared and hurt by that bitch, but you kept it from getting too bad. We just need to be careful about who we invite in for this.”

She put her head on my chest and hugged me. “I’m so sorry. I don’t really know her, but she was hanging around with everyone else and just came along. I just meant to humiliate you a little, or push your limits, not hurt you. Please forgive me.”

I held her for a minute. “Are we going to continue this?”

She looked up at me. “Well… a bet’s a bet.” She tried to smile, searching my face for an indication of how I felt.

I stared for a second. I didn’t want to do this anymore. I hated being controlled in this manner. However, if I wanted to do this at any time in the future, with her or more importantly, to her, then I needed to complete the agreement. “Okay. Let’s finish the bet.”

She smiled and hugged me hard. “Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now the ladies are waiting. What’s next?”

She looked up at me considering for a second. “I think we are done for tonight.” At that, she opened the bathroom door and went back into our room. The remaining women were all dressed and sitting fairly quietly. I guess it had been a sobering experience for all of us. She told them that that was all for tonight and they all looked a little sad but seemed to expect this. Cindy asked me to step back into the bathroom and closed the door. There was some kind of discussion going on. After about 15 minutes, she opened the door again and made me kiss each woman good night on the mouth. But all of them kept it very chaste. Cindy led them all to the door and said good night. She came back to me and looked down at my crotch. I was still limp. “I think that’s all for tonight. We’ll play more tomorrow. The rules for tomorrow are simple. I laid out the ground rules for the ladies and we set up a schedule. Here’s the deal. There are things that each of us has no requirement or desire to see at the conference, so you are going to stay naked in the room all day tomorrow, except for lunch, and I have a schedule set up for each lady to come and play with you. Louise has 8 to 9am, Roberta as 10 to 11am, and then you’ll come to lunch with all of us. Finally, Jenny has 1 to 2 pm and Mary has 3 to 4pm. That gives you an hour between each of them to recharge. Well, what do you think?”

I smiled at Cindy. She was really something. “Do I get to know the ground rules?”

“No.”

“Well, in any case, as long as there isn’t pain, this doesn’t sound like much of a slave’s job.”

“Maybe. But I don’t know what they all had in mind. I think they are going to want to do things that they don’t get to do at home, so don’t get too relaxed.” She smiled and grabbed my package.

I smiled back. “Yes, ma’am!” I gave her a mock salute.

The next morning we were up at 7am and Cindy got ready to for the conference. I just showered and stayed naked. Cindy was just leaving at 8am when Louise showed up. She was the tall brunette and was wearing just jeans and a sweatshirt and carrying a small bag. She looked like she just rolled out of bed.

“Ugh! I drank too much last night!”

Cindy smiled and patted her on the arm. “Don’t worry. Dennis will take care of you and fix you right up.”

Louise smiled. “This is going to be very strange. I haven’t even considered letting anyone see me naked until last night, since about 6 months before I was married. If my husband was anything like yours and we could have some adventures, then maybe we might get back to being close again. I just feel like we’ve been run down by life and the two kids.”

I looked at her. “You have two kids?”

This time when she smiled, it was that smile that all mothers reserve for talking about their kids. It beamed as she told us a little about her two daughters, ages 4 and 2.

Cindy interrupted her after a couple of minutes. “Sorry, I have to be at the Washington Room by 8:30, so I have to run. Oh, and there is one ground rule… no cumming at all today with any of the women. No orgasm or you get severely punished tonight, got it?”

I stared at her. I was stunned, because with these women coming to the room during the day and me spending time with them while naked was going to leave me hard… all day!

“Okay, see you later.” Cindy gave me a peck on the cheek and squeezed my dick while she did it. I flinched a little and maybe blushed, but then so did Louise.

After Cindy left, Louise looked at me, including quick glance at my dick. “I really don’t know what to do here. I thought I knew, but I’m a married woman and I’m in over my head with this slave stuff. I also feel strange being in a hotel room alone with a man.”

“This is the first time we’ve done this, too. It’s all new. Just tell me what you had in mind and I’ll try to relax you.”

“Okay. No penetration. I can’t do that. What I really want right now is this. I want you to wash me in the shower, give me a relaxing massage. I have oils in this bag. I’m not sure about anything else. I really just need something that relaxes me.”

“That’s fine. I would never mind washing and massaging a beautiful woman, slave or not.”

She grinned sheepishly. “Okay.”

She stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower and got the temperature right. She was wearing only the jeans and the sweatshirt, so when she undressed it was quick. I had only seen her pussy up very close and now that I got a full look at her body, she was absolutely stunning. She was tall, with nice c-cup tits that seemed to not show very much when she was dressed because she had nice, wide shoulders. She looked like she swam to stay in shape. Her legs were long and lean and her pubic hair had been trimmed, but shaved only where necessary for a bikini. She turned away from me quickly, still unsure about displaying her body to me, donned one of the hotel provided caps to protect her hair, and stepped into the shower.

I stepped in immediately after her. “You are a stunning woman.”

She turned to face me. “Thanks. My husband doesn’t seem to notice much anymore.”

“It’s not you, that’s for sure. I’m sure you guys are just in a little bit of a rut with the children and life in general. It happens to many couples. Just talk to him. Discuss your concerns. You have to make time for each other or you’ll get so caught up in the rat race that you’ll forget why you ever got together in the first place.”

She looked down at the tub. “I think he doesn’t like this.” She pointed down to her stomach to where I could see a c-section scar. It was a very good job, however, and although there was a line there from the stitching, there were no other marks or indentations around it.

“If that’s the case, you need to tell him to get over it. He helped give it to you when he gave you the baby that came out that way. That represents the greatest gift that women have, having a child.” I realized that we were getting too involved in her personal life here so I changed the subject. “Now, if you will turn around, I’ll start with washing your back.”

She smiled and gave me a quick kiss before turning. I washed down her beautiful back. It had a few freckles on it and was flawless. I continued down and washed her ass next. It was a nice bubble butt, with good muscle tone. I washed down into her crack and even made sure I washed around her asshole. She flinched at that a little, but then bent over a little so that I could make sure it was clean. She moaned at that. My dick was now very hard. I continued down her legs. Again, they were solid. She was definitely in shape. I stood and turned her around. I was still flabbergasted at how fantastically she was put together. It was spectacular. I washed her neck and down across those wonderful breasts. Her nipples came alive at my first touch and stayed that way. I washed down over her stomach and ran my hands over her pussy. She parted her legs and closed her eyes as I washed her pussy. I didn’t spend too much time on it, so I stood up and told her we were done. She turned to the shower and turned it off. While she was doing that I stepped out and dried myself quickly, motioning for her to stay standing in the tub. I then got another towel and asked her to step out. I took my time and dried off her wonderful body. Once she was dry I led her into the bedroom. She was still turning away so that her scar was not facing me.

“Lay Escort Elazığ face down on the bed.” She did. I then proceeded to get out the oils she had. They were just some standard massage oils. I opened one up and put a little on her back. I started massaging her shoulders, spreading the oil as I did it. It was the type of oil that seemed to soak in. I worked on her shoulders and then took my time working over her ass. As I did that, I kneeled over her legs. I could see her pussy and asshole winking at me whenever I ran my hands up over her ass. I started to get hard again. I decided that that was not a good idea, so I worked my way down her legs, concentrating on the hamstrings and then the calves. She was very firm and in shape. She was relaxing now and I asked her to turn over. She turned over a little hesitantly, but did so. When she lay there, her tits didn’t flatten out as much as I thought and her nipples hardened. I picked up her right hand and started from there. I worked up to her shoulder for a while and then moved around the bed to do her left arm. After that, I worked on her breasts and stomach. I massaged her stomach lightly as it was so flat and thin. She didn’t seem to need it there. I noticed that she kept her eyes closed. Next, I did her breasts. They were great breasts and the nipples were very sensitive. I massaged around the breast and then up over the nipple. She squirmed and moaned as I then rolled and tugged on them a little. I stopped after only a couple of minutes and moved down to her feet. I looked at the clock and we had been there for 45 minutes already.

I did her feet and she flinched a little because she was a little ticklish, but stayed pretty relaxed. I worked up to her thighs and started doing her quads. She still had her eyes closed, but I could see and feel her open her legs just slightly more. I could just see the beginning of her slit. I worked on the inside of her thighs, slowing kneading them, and she opened up her legs a little more and now I could see her entire slit, including her lips which were starting to open. I was pretty sure that she wanted to get off now. I moved my hands up over her mound and she moaned, keeping her eyes closed, and opened wider. I slowly traced up along the outside of her lips, now easily visible and reachable as her legs were wide open. I crawled between them and took my thumbs and placed them at the bottom of her slit. I moved them up along the outside, squeezing the lips together until I reached the top. I could just make out her clitoral hood at that point. There was no mistaking that she was very aroused. I could see and feel the moisture. I decided that she needed the full attention so I lay down between her legs. I knew she could feel the movement, but she didn’t open her eyes. I reached forward and peeled open her lips. She was more than wet, she was soaking. I leaned in and put my tongue into her cunt. She gasped and pushed her head back, arching her back while her hips jerked against my tongue. I then started working on her, lapping at her hole and dragging my tongue up over her clit. She grabbed my head now and started thrusting in time with my licking. I kept it up. As she got more worked up, I flattened my tongue against her clit and moved it back and forth. She was ready to cum now. I slowly sucked her clit in and slipped two fingers into her cunt. She was bucking against me and I was finger-fucking her hard. She was close, so I rubbed her g-spot with my fingers, sucked her clit in lightly, and started humming. She jerked as her orgasm hit. Her legs went rigid, her upper body rose up off the bed, and she groaned as she jerked and jerked. She held onto my head for dear life until her orgasm had run its course. Then she flopped back onto the bed and released her death grip of my head. I rose up and looked at her. She still had her eyes closed and was grinning. I got up off the bed and stood by the side. My dick was hard as a rock.

Louise opened her eyes and looked at me, there were tears there. “Nobody has ever done that for me before. I’ve never felt so much like a sexual being as at that moment.”

I sat down next to her and smiled. “Just discuss this with your husband. Maybe you can get him to give you the royal treatment.”

She laughed. “Yeah, right.” She looked over at the clock. It was 9:10. “Oh, we ran over our time.” Then she looked down at my throbbing member. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s the rules.”

She rose up and gave me a quick kiss and then ran into the bathroom to get dressed. I put her oils back into the bag. She came out of the bathroom and grabbed the bag. We walked to the door and then she turned back to me. “Thank you.” She gave me a big kiss and then rushed out the door.

I collapsed onto the bed and tried to relax, waiting for the next visitor. My wife’s idea of being a slave was not bad at all. There was some humiliation yesterday, but this was pretty good now.

I relaxed until at exactly 10, Roberta knocked. I let her in and she took in my nudity. She smirked. “Now that’s how a man is supposed to answer the door!”

I smiled. “Yeah, yeah. So what can I do for you?”

She laughed. “Right to the point, eh? Well, there are a couple of things that I always wanted to do and I’ll tell you as soon as you undress me.”

I pulled her sweater up and her tits almost spilled out. They were encased in a tight bra, but still were overwhelming the item. I pulled her pants down and was surprised once she was in bra and panties how firm she looked. She seemed a little chunky in her clothes, but once undressed, she just seemed a little fuller. She had a nice shape, but just had more of it then Cindy or the other women I had been with. She turned around and I released her bra clasp and let it slip down her shoulders. She sighed.

“Whew! When you have big tits and have to wear a fucking monstrosity like that, it feels so good when it comes off.”

She turned around and I removed her panties. She was completely shaved and her lips were plainly visible. She also had large inner lips that were slightly protruding from them. She looked and smelled like pure sex.

“Okay, here’s what I want. I want you to worship my entire body with your mouth. I want you to start with my feet and lick and suck my toes, up around my knees, my back, my ass, including my asshole, then worship my tits, and finally my pussy. I want you to make it last a whole hour. This is all about me, got it?”

Cindy was going to make me wait for an orgasm until tonight and had told all the women to do this. I just hoped I could wait. Fortunately, I had an hour between each woman and could take my mind off it and settle down by staring at the TV. But then, I couldn’t imagine an easier weekend as a slave than to worship the bodies of these women. At least she wasn’t really hurting me.

I went to work on Roberta. I pushed her back onto the bed and started, as she requested on her toes. She had just washed them and had worn slippers, so it was an easy process. She must have just gone back to her room and done that. I was thankful as I am not a foot lover. I worked over her toes and she just lay there with pillows under her head watching me. As I worked my way up her legs, I pushed her legs apart and up so that I could get to the backs of her knees. There is a very sensitive spot there and I found it on her and she moaned. She even ran her fingers over her pussy, but resisted pushing them in to apparently wait on her release. I moved up her thighs and then asked her to turn over. She was surprised that I wanted to do that already, but did so. I then started at her neck, licking and sucking along the sides and hearing her approval in her sudden intakes of breath when I hit a sensitive spot. I kissed my way down over her shoulder blades, marveling at how soft, smooth, and hydrated her skin was. I got to her ass and I kissed both cheeks, nipping them slightly and getting a small gasp from her. I then licked her crack and slowly pulled her ass cheeks apart. She lifted her hips, wanting me to dive into her ass. I complied. I licked along her crack and over her little rosebud, eliciting more soft moans. I then lifted her hips more until she was on her knees and I started licking and fucking her ass with my tongue. She was moaning more now and there were slight movements by her hips in rhythm with my tongue. I kept working on it and then finally decided it was time for the front. I really wanted to get my mouth on those delectable tits. I asked her to turn back onto her front and she did immediately, wanting to get to the good stuff, too. I kissed all around her nipples and then up over them as I brought those nubs to their upright and locked position. She was fully excited now and I could feel her anticipation. I kissed down over her stomach, making sure I tongued her innie, leaving it wet. I made it to her mound and kissed over the bare, smooth skin there. She was so smooth it made me think that she waxed it. I kissed all the way around her pussy, not touching it as I pushed her legs apart and kissed down her right thigh and back up her left. She was moaning now and asking for me to get to her clit. I knew that’s what she wanted so I waited. My dick was hard as a rock and I knew they were going to make me wait for a long time before I could cum. But I continued to please Roberta. I slowly pried her lips apart and the inner sanctum revealed itself to me, wet, pink, and hot. I shoved my tongue deep into her pussy and she groaned. She had her hands in my hair now and I sucked on her juices. I licked up over her clit quickly, eliciting a moan for touching it and then a groan for not staying there. I pushed her legs up to her chest to reveal her asshole, too, and set to work on licking from it to the top of her slit. I would circle her asshole with my tongue briefly, then lick up thru her cunt and the leaking wetness there, then drag my tongue up over her clit slowly. Each round trip elicited several moans. I glanced at the clock and it was now 10:50. I decided to finish her off. I slipped two fingers into her pussy and rubbed the top of it, finding her g-spot. She arched her back when I did that. Then I worked my tongue until it was flat on her clit, just holding it there for a few seconds while I finger-fucked her. I then started rotating my tongue and she immediately picked up the rhythm. She started thrusting up and she was going to get there soon. I picked up the pace of both and so did she. Then she started moaning about being so close so I sucked her little nubbin into my mouth, hummed on it, and circled my fingers on her g-spot. She went rigid almost immediately, screamed out that she was cumming, and drenched my face and hands with her cum. She was almost a squirter.

When she finally regained her breath she looked down at me. “You are very good. I would gladly pay good money to have that done regularly.”

I smiled. “You’re welcome, just talk to my ‘manager’.” I gave her the manager in quotes with my fingers. I laughed.

Roberta giggled at that.”Well, we’d better get dressed for lunch.”

She got dressed and turned to me before she left. She kissed me hard. “I’ll meet you down there. We have reservations in the good restaurant downstairs for 11:30. See you then.” She gave my dick a quick squeeze and left. It left my dick jerking in the breeze, demanding attention.

I wanted to ice my dick and balls as soon as she left. I had been hard for so long in the morning I was afraid that even at my age I was going to get blue balls. But I still couldn’t wait to see what the afternoon was going to bring. So far it had been easy except for the orgasm denial.

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Two weeks went by with no one the wiser about what transpired between Junior and Bobby that day. Everyone treated them exactly as they always had; like two normal friends doing what every other set of normal friends do. But as the weeks drew to a close, suddenly Bobby started wondering if there was something wrong.

Under normal conditions, Bobby had always been as predictable as a Rolex Watch concerning her period but this month she was late. She should have started her flow on Tuesday but by Saturday morning, there was no evidence of her menstruations. She decided to ask Junior to drive her into town so she could visit a pharmacy and get the answers to her doubts. But she didn’t dare mention a word of her concerns to Junior, not yet anyway.

He dropped her off at the corner drug store and went to find a place to park the car. He had just closed the door to head towards the store she had entered when she came running out with a package in her hands. She smiled as she told him that she needed to get back home to take care of something. He shrugged and wondered what this was all about but kept his mouth shut and dutifully drove her back to her house. He asked her if he could come in but she made an excuse that she needed to attend to something. He told her that he needed to get home before his parents went out for the evening anyway and that he would see her tomorrow at church. He kissed her good night and drove off.

She hurried into the house and right up to her room. She placed the contents of the package on her dresser then went into the bathroom with a sample clutched in her hot little hand. She pulled her pants down and sat on the pot and then placed the strip between her legs and released her stream. Taking it back out, she said a silent prayer and looked at the results. It was positive, she was pregnant. She took out another one and repeated the process. It showed the same results. What was she to do?

She went to her room and lay down on her bed and began to cry. “Why did this have to happen to me?” she asked through her tears. “Because I’m stupid!” was her only answer. “I’ve got to tell Junior,” was her only other thought.

She called him and asked to see him that same night. He didn’t ask any questions but cheerfully agreed to her coming over. His parents had just left for the evening so they could be alone. He didn’t know but he hoped that they could repeat their Saturday experience tonight. Little did he know that he was about to catch a real bombshell in their lives and they would have to make one of their biggest decision yet.

She knocked at the door and he hollered for her to come in. She did but with not much enthusiasm. He asked her what’s wrong and she just said, “Junior, you’d better sit down.”

He got a serious look on his face and walked her to the couch and offered her a seat next to him. “What is it, Bobby? What’s got you so upset?”

She paused and then blurted out, “I’m pregnant.” After the shock had a second to sink in, she continued. “I didn’t start my period when I should so I went into the drug store and bought a pregnancy test. It came back positive. Twice it was positive. What are we going to do?” She was looking down at her hands in her lap but when he didn’t answer her question, her eyes filled with tears and overflowed down her cheek. He wiped them away with his finger tip, smiled and then got down before her on his knee.

“Bobby, you know that I love you don’t you? I know that this is a shock, a surprise, but I think that this is the best news that I’ve ever heard,” he started. “I thought after we made love a couple weeks ago that I wanted to marry you but the timing isn’t right. We both have to finish school and that will take a couple of years for you, I finish this year. But I don’t think that I can wait that long. Don’t you see? Now we can get married and have the baby and live together right now. Oh Bobby, what do you say? Will you marry me? Will you allow me to become your husband and take care of you and our baby? Oh say yes Bobby, please say yes.”

She didn’t know what to say, she was still in shock over finding out she was pregnant. She thought to herself, “My God, I’m still a kid myself. How can I take care of another human being? Am I ready?”
“Junior, I don’t know what to say. I want to marry you but what kind of life will it be for you, for us, for the three of us?”

He gave her the biggest smile possible and took her hands in his. Looking up into her tear filled eyes he said, “I don’t know what our lives will be like Bobby, I wish that I did but I don’t. I do know one thing and that is that I love you so much. I promise you one thing, that I will always live my life for you my love. I will work as hard as I can to provide everything for you and our child and I will never stop Elazığ Escort loving you Bobby. Say yes to my question. Will you marry me?”

She hesitated for just a second and she blurted out, “Yes my love. Yes I will marry you.”

He took her into his arms and buried his face in her bosom. “Oh Bobby, you’ve made me a very happy man. When can I ask your daddy for your hand?”

A look of horror came over her face as she said only half jokingly, “Can’t we do what they did and elope?”

“We need their blessing My Love. No we have to tell them the truth as well as my parents. They will be mad as hell for a period of time but soon they will see that this is the best way,” he told her with all of the confidence in the world. Now he just had to convince himself.

He turned his cheek and ear to her tummy and jokingly asked it, “What do you think about it Little Fella?”

“What happens if it’s a Little Girl?” she said with a smile on her face.

He picked his head up from her tummy and told her sincerely, “I don’t care what it is Bobby just as long as you are okay.” He reached up towards her face and gave her the warmest kiss in the whole world as he looked longingly into his eyes.

“Make love with me Junior. Take me right now, right here. Please?” she asked.

He stood up and scooped her up in his arms. “I will take you now but not right here,” he said as he walked upstairs to his bedroom.

She had laid her head on his shoulder as she clung to his neck with her hands. As he entered his room and turned on the overhead light, she coyly asked him, “Do you like to do it with the light on?”

“I don’t know, I’ve only done it once,” he answered.

“And that once was enough to get me pregnant,” she said mockingly. “You must be some sort of a stud that I’ve agreed to marry. Come take me you stud.” She laughed as he dropped her on the bed and the skirt that she was wearing flew up to expose her panties to his lustful eyes. She rapidly pulled down her skirt and the look of faked shock crossed her smiling face.

“You’re shy now are you?” he asked in a threatening voice.

“Oh yes I’m so shy,” she mocked him.

“Well we’ll just have to see how shy you really are,” he said trying to raise the hem of her skirt.

Against her will, he managed to get her skirt up around her waist and he was probing her crotch with his muscular hands. As he placed his palm over her muffin, she stopped playing and relented to the pleasure of his manual assault on her private area. She closed her eyes and spread her legs out wide as he ran his finger along her slit.

“Oh Junior, I love you so much,” she cooed as she moved her hips into his hand.

He sat up as he told her, “Let’s do this right,” and started to unbutton the blouse that she wore. She opened her eyes and smiled as she watched him unfasten every button and raised her butt off the bed when he pulled its tail out of her skirt. Then he removed it off of her shoulders and laid it neatly on the floor next to the bed.

“Now, let’s remove this skirt,” he said casually moving his hand to the button and zipper holding it in place. He slipped it over her head and folded it as neatly as her blouse. Then he stood up to remove his own attire.

“Let me,” she instructed him. Her hands went to work on his pants zipper and soon had them on the floor. She grabbed his tee shirt and pulled it over his head and then stuck out her hand and grabbed his semi-hard member. “Does this want to come out?” she asked teasingly.

Without waiting for an answer, she pulled down his boxers exposing his now hard erection. She removed his shorts but moved her hands back to his cock. “So nice and soft,” she said, admiring the feel of his shaft. “So soft and yet so hard,” she said stroking it along the entire length.

He shuttered at the attention that she was giving to his hard monster and decided to give her some attention of his own. He sat down next to her young body and gently moved his touch to her tummy. She tightened up her muscles at the sensation of his touch as she slowly closed her eyes. She made an “O” with her mouth as he moved his touch up higher and when he placed his hand directly on to her sensitive breast, a slight moan escaped from her mouth.

His hand grazed over the cup of her bra and went up to the strap on her shoulder. Pulling first one and then the other off from her shoulders, he gently placed his hand under the now loose fitting bra cups and moved it over her bare breasts. She wiggled and let out a sigh but never opened her eyes.

He spun the bra around on her body so that he could unfasten it freely but soon discovered that his last successful attempt had been the anomaly not the rule. It took him three times before it came free and he slid it out Elazığ Escort Bayan from under her. He took a moment to gaze down on the body that he knew was his for the taking from this night forward. He liked what he saw and as he continued to admire it, Bobby opened her eyes to see what he was doing.

“I’m just admiring you beautiful body,” he said, sensing her questioning look. “You have the trimmest and sexiest body in the whole world and you are sharing it with me.”

“You’d better take a good look at it because in a few short months it won’t be so trim and sexy,” she told him in disgust.

“You will always be sexy if not trim,” he teased her back.

He gently ran his fingers over her nipples as she once again closed her eyes and reacted to his touch. Her nipples became as hard as rocks and they suck up above her tight little pink areolas. They were all puckered and tight as they begged him to be suckled. As he lowered his face down and took them one at a time between his sucking lips, she moaned out loud and squirmed under his lips and tongue as he continued to roll them around in his mouth. She was starting to get heated when he moved his tongue down to her belly button.

He was sitting next to her body as his mouth roamed freely over her abdomen causing her to groan her approval and press down on the back of his head with her hand. As he ventured down over her tight little cotton panties and breathed on her crotch, she jerked her hips away as she screamed out, “Junior what are you doing?”

“Oh Baby, I’m just kissing every inch of your beautiful body that’s all,” he whispered into her wet little crotch. “Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Oh God yes but I’ve never heard of anyone kissing a girl down there,” she relented.

He planted his mouth right on her Pons area and she let out another scream of delight and pushed her hips up into his mouth. Using his bared teeth, he bit into her lower lips and licked the outside of her panties crotch. She again went wild, finally spreading her legs out wide inviting his oral assault. Once again he poked his tongue into her crotch and then he rose up and kneeled down between her open legs.

Taking both hands, he ran his touch up the inner side of her thighs, over her crotch and onto her bare tummy. She wiggled under his caress as he continued upward with his hands. He reached her breasts and took each one into his palms and rubbed and squeezed her fleshy small globes. After a few more seconds, he lowered his hands down to her sides and hooked her panties with his fingers and gave them a little tug. She got the picture and raised her hips so that he could remove them over her knees.

He caught her legs before she could lower her knees and raised them up and began kissing her feet. She giggled and told him that it tickled when he kissed her there. He continued to push her legs back over her chest area until he could plainly see her tight little lips sticking out between her legs. He gasped at the sight and slid his finger down to touch her down there.

Bobby whimpered a little cry at his latest stimulus but as he inserted his middle finger up her wet little slit, she threw back her head on to the pillow, raising her chin high into the air and called out her pleasure. He flanked his intrusion with his adjoining fingers and pressed the folds of her two puffy lips together, thus squeezing them onto her sensitive spot causing her to further her gyrations. He loved his new found power over his young lover as he experimented even more on her body and by her reaction, she was relishing it too.

He scooted up under her butt and positioned his raging member up next to her opening as she held her breath. This seemed very familiar to their other time making love and he hesitated just a second. He had to try something new, something different. He grabbed her legs and hips and rolled over and brought her with him so that she winded up on top of his manhood directly under her vagina.

She looked startled and asked, “What are we doing?” through her panting breaths.

“I want you on top this time. I want you to put it in and to set the pace. This is your turn Baby. This is all about you,” he said with a confident smile.

She looked down as her hand wrapped around his steaming cock and guided it towards her wet opening. When she put it in, her eyes got big and the smile left her face. She closed her eyes and settled down on it as it started to slide in. She held her breath as her head rolled back and as it inched it way further and further up her vaginal canal, she gasped for air and she let out a little squeal.

Lower and lower she rode it up into her until it finally came to rest deep within her womb at which point she made an awful face and let out her pent up breath. “Ugh,” she groaned Escort Elazığ through her clenched teeth. “Oh my God Junior, you feel so big. I didn’t remember it feeling so huge.”

She rose up an inch or two and slowly eased herself back down and even forced it into her a tiny bit more. She reacted with another scowl on her face that turned into a look of disbelief. “Oh God it feels so good way up there, oh so good and big and strong,” she said breaking into a smile as she rocked her hips back and forth a little. Then with more force behind her rocking action she asked, “Does that feel good for you too?”

As she asked her question, she squeezed down on his big intruder pushing deep within her womb and he felt the sensation go through his body like an electric shock. He arched his back as it twitched inside of her and she cried out, “OH MY GOD!”

She started to rock forward as she drew it out and then slide it back in as she allow herself to fall back on his crotch. She was throwing her head back as she rocked, rising off of it and allowing herself to fall back with force, thus impaling herself each and every time as far as it would go into her. With every rotation, she became more and more eager for the next insertion and with every insertion the need for another became more demanding. Soon she was throwing herself down on his raging hard cock with abandonment of her well being as her need for release continued to build.

She was losing all coordination of her rocking and all she knew was that she needed it further in and harder than she could possibly give it in that position so, going on pure desire and adrenalin, she threw herself to one side, bringing Junior’s hard cock still embedded deep within her vagina with her. She splayed out on her back with her legs spread as wide as they possibly could and Junior’s body lying between them. She wrapped her legs around his middle and started driving her hips up into every thrust of his until she reached the point she had been waiting for; the feeling of supreme joy and satisfaction, the feeling of total release.

She felt his sperm shoot deep into her womb and she remembered that this is how she became impregnated. This was when she should have told him to pull out the first time. But it all felt so wonderful, how could anyone demand for it to stop? “My God, if getting pregnant is the price you have to pay for feeling this wonderful then I would take pregnancy every time,” she thought.

As he started to come down from his unbelievable orgasm, a little saliva escaped out of his mouth down to her cheek. He didn’t notice he was in such a state but she chuckled to herself as she rolled him over and once again settled on top of him with his deflating member that was about to slip out of her sloppy wet hole. This time most of the juices from them both eased out of her and gathered down among his pubic hair causing them to become stiff and matted. But he felt so good having his lover lay right where she lay and there was nothing that anyone could do to make him want to move her.

His once massive cock now seem a mere specimen of its size and strength and was about to fall out of her entirely when she woke up and started to rock herself back and forth along it until it started to regain some of it vigor. She laughed as she continued to rock on it and teasingly asked, “I thought it had gone all away but does it want to come back out and play?”

“Oh my God, Bobby,” he said through his half closed eyes. “You know it does but my folks will be home pretty soon and we need to come up with a time and how we are going to tell them and your parents too.”

She rolled off of his body and thus dislodging him from between her legs. She lay down flat upon her back as she said, “Oh you party pooper. Why did you have to bring up that?” she asked trying to pretend that she was upset and displeased.

She stuck out her lower lip and lowered her chin down to her chest as she looked up with the most pitiful expression on her face. Junior reacted with a devilish grin as he reached out to her butt. He started pinching her behind until she came unglued with her wiggling and writhing and she jumped up from the bed and threw herself into his arms.

“I love you Mr. McKinney,” she told him through her smile and warm embrace.

“I love you too soon to be Mrs. McKinney,” he responded letting his hands fall down to her bare butt cheeks. “Now get dressed and get out of here before my folks come home and catch us,” he ordered and gave her a big slap on the rear end.

“Ouch!” she said pulling away. “I’ll slap you on the butt next time.”

Leaving the room with his clothes in his hand, he looked back over his shoulder and smirked, “Promises, promises,” and grinned his way into the bathroom to clean the juices on his groin. She got dressed and walked back across the road to her house before the McKinney’s got home. She walked into her own set of circumstances and her own set of nightmares. How was she going to tell her parents? What would they say?

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Chapter 1

John:

I guess this story starts almost five years ago on the very unpleasant afternoon that my father came home early and caught our mother in bed with another man. It really did split our family and the ensuing divorce was bitter.

I have two brothers, each older, and, at the time, Russell was fourteen, Dale, twelve and I, John, was just ten. It was so clear which parent was at fault that it took no effort for any of us to decide who we wanted to live with; it was our dad. Mom got visiting rights but we lived with our father after our mom moved out of the house.

Life went along nonetheless and a year or so later, Dad went to his twenty-fifth high school reunion and came home all bubbly and alive, he had re-met a girl he had a crush on back in the day and, both being divorced, they became the reunion’s ‘item.’

Dad continued to see the woman, Sandra, and it was obvious to all us boys that they were headed for the altar and, yes, that happened about a year after they met.

So, we three boys were getting a stepmother. And, we were getting a stepsister, it turned out, Lisa, who was my age within just a few weeks.

We all liked Sandra a lot, she was quite pretty and easy to talk to and be around. Her daughter was also very nice and she and I seemed to hit it off very well. After the wedding, Sandra and Lisa moved in and this required some shuffling of room assignments.

By now, Russell was away at college, so that made things a little easier on our three-bedroom house. Dale, my seventeen-year old brother and I bunked-in together and Lisa, of course, got her own room. Dad fixed the rec room so Russell had a place to stay when he came home, so it all worked out.

Lisa had become the ideal stepsister. We were the same age, both in the same grade, tenth, and even took many of the same classes, we both were good students and on the Principal’s List gradewise. Lisa was also pretty, like her mother. And, since she had progressed in her teens, had become very pretty, indeed. She had a boyfriend, Tim, rather a jerk in my estimation, and I had a more-or-less girlfriend, too, Wendy.

It was really a happy place to live, my father and Sandra were happy together, I shared a room with Dale and we were close and I had a stepsister, Lisa, who was bright, pretty and popular. Our happy home was about to get happier, at least from my perspective.

Lisa:

My parents got divorced when I was five, so I really don’t know my father very well and he’s mostly just a source of child-support payments.

My mother dated once in a while but just never seemed to meet ‘Mister Right.’

Then, she went to her twenty-fifth high school reunion and when she came back to get me from my grandmother’s, she was bubbly like a girl on prom night.

All I heard about was ‘Robert-this’ and ‘Robert-that,’ Robert, Robert, Robert.

Well, I finally got to meet Robert and I must say, he was really nice. Handsome, funny, at ease around me, he really seemed perfect for Mom.

And, she thought so too. They got married and then the big change came; we moved in with Robert and his three sons. Well, two sons. One was away at college, the other two lived at home. They shared the same room, Dale and John. Dale was three years older than me but John was the same age. Within a few weeks.

John and I had a lot in common, grades, band, reading, liked basically the same music. We just hit it off. It didn’t hurt that he was also very cute. Actually, I had rather a crush on John. I knew it was just that, a crush, I mean, I was twelve, almost thirteen, at the time.

As the months went on, I felt more and more at home and was really happy with my new, blended family.

I started seeing a guy from school, Tim, and John dated a girl a year younger, Wendy. Neither of us was really serious about our dating friends, I knew Tim was just someone I could go to movies and dances with. He wanted to get more physical but I stopped him every time. I just didn’t see him as real boyfriend material.

John:

It all happened about a month and a half ago when Dad and Sandra had to go see her father who was in the hospital about five hours away. Dale was left in charge, having his own car, and I had a date and I thought Lisa did too. We were both just about fifteen, so it’s not like we were little kids.

So, Saturday morning, before they left, Dad got the three of us together and gave us the ‘drill’ for the weekend. Lisa and I were to stay at home though we could each have one friend over and Dale could go out on a date with his girlfriend, Sharon,
as long as he had his cell phone with him in case we needed him and he had to be home by one. Any friends of ours had to leave the house by midnight.

Now, I haven’t mentioned Dale’s girlfriend, Sharon. Well, what a babe. Tall, slender, long, black hair, tanned complexion, and a pair of tits that just pulled your eyes to them like magnets. She had a perfect body except for her boobs which were at least a cup size (maybe two) larger than ideal for her size. Every guy’s dream. She was a goddess.

As I have mentioned, Lisa was dating this clown, Tim, who was in our grade and I was seeing a ninth-grader, Wendy, though not really seriously. We had gone to a few movies and a dance or two and we had kissed and I had gotten a feel of her boobs through her clothes but not much else. I had gotten her to rub me through my pants but no more.

My real experience with sex is basically all solo and I got my initial introduction to masturbation by accidentally seeing Dale doing it and watching with amazement as his cum spurted upwards out of his dick like a fountain. I immediately went into the bathroom and tried it out myself. While it felt good and I continued doing it because it felt good, it was another year or so before I was producing semen and having real ejaculations that were orgasmic and felt really, really good.

I found Dale’s Penthouse magazines stuffed into the middle of his mattress and would resurrect one of these and do what every boy on earth does with is favorite toy.

Anyway, Dad briefed us and told us that they would be back Sunday evening. I had gymnastics practice at our high school and rode my bike over. After practice, I came home, I knew that Dale was long gone, out to who knows where, and I looked around for Lisa who was out back getting a tan. I grabbed a Coke and went out on the patio.

“Hi, Lise.”

She picked up the basketball sitting next to her and tossed it toward me.

“Wanna play a little one-on-one?”

“Sure, if you can keep up.”

She had on an electric green bikini which kept little to the imagination and started putting on her sneakers.

“Is your ‘Mister Wonderful,’ Tim, coming over tonight?”

“Oh, he was but he called about an hour ago and said he had to go somewhere with his folks. How about Wendy?”

“Mmm, I asked her but she had some family deal and couldn’t.”

“Well, I guess it’s just the two of us, Dale has a date with ‘Miss Hot Stuff’ and he won’t be home until midnight.”

So, we started playing basketball in our own very competitive version and there seemed to be quite a bit of contact, especially with Lisa’s boobs and her hands swiping against my crotch.

When we finished the first round, I was getting a hard-on which I wanted to both hide and go upstairs and take care of.

“Um, I’ll be back in a few,” and I took off inside the house, up to my room where I closed the door, extracted a Penthouse magazine from under Dale’s mattress, pulled my clothes off and got down to business.

Oh, it wasn’t long until I could feel a good cum headed my way when there was a knock at the door, and Lisa saying, “John?” as she opened the door.

My heart stopped dead. I grabbed the magazine and put it over my rapidly-deflating cock as I heard my stepsister calmly say, “I see you found Dale’s stash of girlie mags.”

She walked over to the bed and said, “Don’t tell me I caused that and you had to come up here and jack-off.”

“What do you know about jacking-off, anyway?” I asked naively not realizing how girls are usually way ahead of us boys.

“Oh, you think you have an exclusive on getting yourself off? You guys don’t have the market cornered, you know. I discovered the pleasures of masturbation when I was eight.”

Now, you need to understand that we are talking like this as I’m laying there naked with a Penthouse over my dick and balls and she’s standing over me in a very brief bikini. The thought of this very pretty girl masturbating was sending erection signals to my deflated cock which was on the rise, a fact not missed by my step-sis.

She reached down and snatched the magazine away.

“Damn, Lisa,” and tried to cover my hardening cock with my hands.

“Oh, just what I figured. Your’s is bigger than Tim’s”

“My god, sis, are you fucking Tim?”

She looked me in the eye and smiled as she dropped her hand to my crotch and ran her fingers through my pubic hair and petted my cock.

“Of course not,” she replied as she took my penis in her hand, bent over and gave it a kiss on the tip end. The next thing I knew, her mouth descended over my dick and began to suck me up to heaven. It was the most incredible feeling I’ve ever had.

Chapter 2

Lisa:

Sounds all nice and innocent the way he tells it, huh?

Hardly.

When our parents got married and we all joined households, I had an immediate crush on my stepbrother, John. We were the same age, twelve, and I just went crazy for him. Now, don’t get the idea that I did this openly. I kept it all to myself but I mooned over him for month after month. Every time I masturbated, it was with a mental image of John between my legs; either his tongue or his cock.

Oh, I dated Tim some but he was just there as a stand-in for my real ‘throb,’ John.

Now, at twelve, or so, my crush wasn’t particularly sexual but in the next months and even years, it became very sexual. I wanted John to be the boy who I gave my virginity to. It’s all I dreamed about.

But, I couldn’t act on it because John would have probably stopped things even before Elazığ Escort they got started. So, I planned and I schemed.

Tim, of course, like most boys, kept trying to get to whatever base might be next and, after a while, my resistance wore down and I had my blouse and bra off. Now, I love having my nipples sucked, it just sends sparks right to my panties. And, I knew exactly how to relieve those panty feelings when I got home. Of course, Tim kept trying to steal the next base and, after another year or so, I tried holding him at bay by giving him orgasms when he wanted one.

It started with handjobs, then, one evening, as he was laying across me, cradled in my arm, sucking my nipple with my hand jerking him off, I got to wondering what it might be like to suck a guy off. Well, I tried hard to imagine John’s cock and bent over and took him in my mouth and did what millions of girls do every year, I sucked my first cock.

It felt nice in my mouth and I decided that I was going to try to swallow. I’d heard all the talk and it was the easiest if you could do it. Well, Tim moaned and moaned and writhed. It had to feel incredible. When his cum shot into my mouth, I was momentarily overwhelmed and learned to begin swallowing at the first feeling of a pulse of the semen on its way up.

Well, I got pretty good at it and it kept Tim happy and mostly out of my pants which were secretly dedicated to John.

Like John, I had also discovered Dale’s Penthouse magazines and I eagerly devoured the Forum sections in all that he had. I learned lots of things, how to get myself off better, how to suck a cock, just where men and women are most sensitive sexually, lots and lots of little tips that I mentally filed away.

So, when our parents told us they would be away over the weekend, I knew it was my chance with John. Yes, to seduce him. I knew from Tim that guys were pretty easy to get to do what a girl wanted. The secret was in their pants.

I also knew that Dale would be with Sharon off somewhere probably fucking each other’s brain’s out (Wouldn’t take much with her. Sorry, she’s kind of a ‘duh.’) and wouldn’t be back until he had to, at midnight or so. I called John’s girlfriend, Wendy, on the excuse that we may want to double date on Saturday to find that she had family plans that took precedence. That took care of that little detail.

Next, I called Tim and told him that I had a ‘family-thing’ and had to pass on going out on Saturday. Well, I did have a ‘family-thing,’ my stepbrother, John.

Well, the fact is, I did plan a family get-together. I planned to get together with my stepbrother, together in a physical, sexual sense.

I knew he had gym practice, I knew he loved seeing me in my little green bikini, I knew he would be up for a little one-on-one and he knew that I was a physical player when it came to anything competitive.

John had been getting erections when he was around me, especially lately. Yes, girls notice these things. We surely do. I knew it was me and I was ready to up the ante. I’d noticed that when he did get a hard-on, he would quickly find an excuse to go to his room. I had a good idea what he was doing and I wanted to make sure he got an erection so I could follow after him and catch him in the act. The rest, I knew would happen.

So, things weren’t quite as spontaneous as John has related them.

John:

I have never, ever felt anything as good as Lisa’s mouth sucking me. It was so soft and warm and wet.

“Oh, Lisa, oh, that’s incredible. So good.”

I’ve jacked-off maybe a million times but this just equalled them all rolled together. I have to admit that I didn’t last but a few minutes before I was cumming in her mouth.

“Ooh, oh, I’m…UUHN, UUHN, uuh, uuh, ooh, ooh, oh, Lisa, oh, that was wonderful. Oh, it feels so good.”

She hopped off the bed and asked, “Well, have you fucked Wendy?” as I saw her reach back and untie her bikini top and pull it off.

I knew she asked me a question but I just sat there, in my bed, magazine to the side, dick sticking up, glistening with a few drops of cum, staring at the two beautiful breasts in front of me. I was stunned. Lisa, my stepsister, was beautiful, simply perfect.

“Wendy. Have I…? God, I’ve never even seen her naked. Much less fucked her. Have you seen Tim naked?”

“Oh, all the important parts, I guess. Let’s not talk about Tim and Wendy. Are you interested in seeing me?”

Oh, I was, I was. But, we were family. She was my stepsister.

“Oh, Lisa, you are so beautiful. But, maybe we should stop. I mean we’re stepbrother and -sister. I just don’t know.”

As I was saying this, I was also getting up out of bed standing before her and reaching out to her breasts, feeling their lovely softness. I watched my hands petting and embracing those perfect breasts.

“God, you are so beautiful, yes, I want to see you, all of you.”

Lisa took a step back and pulled off her bikini bottoms and stood there naked. She was perfect. Pink nipples, slightly swollen-looking, narrow waist, lovely hips, and, oh, her pussy. The first pussy I’ve ever seen. Perfectly split down the center, two plump halves, cleanly, smoothly shaven.

“Oh, Lisa, you are so beautiful.”

“John, so are you. You are beautiful. You are why I am still a virgin. I’ve wanted you. Only you.”

We each took a step toward one another, folded our arms around each other, and kissed. Kissed not in a brother-sister way, no, kissed as lovers. Kissed as two naked lovers, our skin touching all along our bodies, my cock pressing against her mound, her bare breasts squeezed against my chest, our tongues intertwined.

Everything changed. All was different. Lisa was changed, I was changed. I now knew she loved me and I now knew that I loved her. I knew I wanted her. I wanted her body.

Then, it hit me, “Lisa, we can’t go on, I don’t have any protection. I don’t have any condoms.”

She leaned forward, kissed me and said, “S’okay, I’m on the pill,” and kissed me deeply. “Mom put me on the pill about a year ago when my periods were real uneven. So, we’re both gonna lose our virginity today and it’s going to be safe and it’s going to be fantastic.”

I sat down on the bed and pulled Lisa to me and began licking her nipples and sucking on them as she reached down and played with my cock. I also slipped my hand between her legs as she shifted her feet to spread her stance and allow enough room for me to begin working a finger up into her.

“Look, John, you’ve got cum already coming out,” she said as she looked down.

“Well, you’re really wet, too,” as I slipped a second finger up into her.

“Mmm, oh, John, that feels so good. Know what I did when I came in and found you with your magazine. How I got you off?”

I nodded and she added, “I want you to do me. With your mouth.”

She wants me to eat her pussy. That pretty little pussy peeking out between her legs. I’m the happiest guy in the world.

She got up on the bed and spread her legs out and stretched her arms out welcoming me between her legs.

As I got down near her pussy, I could easily see that she was wet. Her pussy lips glistened in the afternoon light. She was so pretty between her legs, her pussy was pinker, a bit redder than the surrounding area, it looked warm and inviting. I just kissed those pretty lips for a few minutes, then began licking up and down her slit. She sat up and reached down and held her pussy lips open and I licked up inside her.

“Oh, John, that’s awesome feeling. Oh, get up inside, up…oh, yes, yes. Oh, John, ooh, oh, this is so wonderful. Oh, it feels so good. Ooh, put your tongue up in…UUMH, UUMH, uuh, uuh, oh, oh, John, I love you so much, oh, so much. You make me so happy, oh, so happy.”

She pulled me up to her and covered my face with kisses.

“Oh, John, I want you so bad. That was so wonderful, oh, now, I want you now.”

I got up over her as she spread her legs wide, holding her pussy open, as I placed the head of my cock right up to her opening and pushed.

“Mmm, ooh, ooh, oh, it went in, look.”

And, indeed, I was inside Lisa, at least some. Maybe two inches.

“Oh, push in, I want all of you in me,” and I gave a shove and then another, looked down and was pushed all the way inside.

Lisa:

I knew that when I bent down and took his dick in my mouth that there was no turning back. This was the ultimate act of seduction. I was in my smallest bikini, he was naked, I had caught him masturbating, then I took him in my mouth and gave him everything that I knew how to do. And, that’s a lot. I had held Tim’s below-the-belt explorations of my girl parts off for months and months by perfecting my sucking techniques. I knew I was good.

And, yes, I soon had a mouth full of my love’s cum.

In a way, John never had a chance. Every girl knows this. With tits and a pussy adn a mouth, we have the upper hand every time.

I soon had my bikini off and we were hugging, pressed against each other, it left us no place to go but the bed.

But, first, John had a pang of conscience like the one that I had soon after we had first seen each other. We were related. Brother and sister. Well, stepbrother and stepsister. The first day I knew John, I had a crush on him. But, then, the reality came over me that we were now living in the same house as family. Family.

I thought long and hard about it. What did it really mean that my mother had married his father? We weren’t really blood-related. We didn’t share any genes, any DNA, no family tree, no bloodlines.

There was no more reason that John and I shouldn’t be together than my mother and John’s father. Now, that didn’t mean that John would immediately come to this conclusion once he had considered the situation. No, it had taken me several weeks.

Nor, would it mean that a romance between John and me would be accepted by our parents or by John’s older brothers. No, it would have to be something just between the two of us.

I wasn’t at all surprised when he began to object that we had already gone too far. I knew, being the kind of person John was, one Elazığ Escort Bayan of the reasons I loved him, was his sense of fairness and honor. I also knew that I had to use my best bet to get him over the ‘family’ thing. I didn’t have weeks to try to convince him.

So, I took off my bikini.

As much fairness and honor as John has, I also knew what I looked like in my full-length mirror…naked. Oh, yes, I did what so many girls have done. Why? Because it works. So well.

Immediately, he wanted to fuck. Well, pretty much, anyway. I said John is honorable and fair. He immediately stopped because he didn’t want us to rush into a situation where I could get pregnant. See why I love him? Thank goodness for the pill.

A third barrier, I knew, would stand in our way that afternoon: my hymen.

I’m like any teen, I’ve searched every corner, every drawer, every shelf, for all things pertaining to sex in, first, my mother’s bedroom, and, after their wedding, my parent’s bedroom.

Mom had several dildos (I had to ask several girls at school what they were called. I kept asking, I just couldn’t believe they were ‘dildos,’ the name was just too preposterous. Live and learn.) and I used them to both get off and to take care of any troublesome obstruction in my vaginal cavity. I wanted it to be ready when I was ready. No nasty pain and bleeding. That all happened between the age of ten and eleven.

So, I had seen to it that every object and idea which might be in the way of having sex with John was eliminated. I knew what I wanted and how to get it. In a nice way, of course, it was all for love, after all.

I also knew that, if John didn’t make a quick move to lick me, I was going to gently prod (Hmm, choice of words??) him to give me oral. So many of my friends just go gaga when they talk about it. I wanted it but I wanted it from John.

Oh, and I got it. Oh, I already loved John even before the tip of his tongue ever touched my pussy. Oh, but after…I was wild for him. When I pulled apart my pussy lips and he tongued across my open labia, up into my vagina’s opening, it sent shock waves across my body like I’ve never, ever felt. Oh, I was going to have John become very familiar with my pussy up close. This was everything my girlfriends had told me about. Even more. My pussy would never be the same.

But now, I knew I wanted him inside me. That was what this was all about. I wanted to make our love of each other complete. I wanted us linked together by his cock.

Chapter 3

John:

The first few strokes were stunning. Oh, I’ve jacked-off with hand lotion, soap, all kinds of slippery stuff. That was nothing. The inside of Lisa’s pussy was the most wonderful place on the planet. And girls walk around all the time with this between their legs. Every day, just like ordinary. Didn’t they know what they had in there? Oh, I had to have this lots. Lots.

My hands were rubbing Lisa’s breasts as I went in and out of her.

“Oh, John, I knew this would be so wonderful. I love you so much. I just want us to do this forever.”

“Mmm, yes, oh, I want to, too. It just feels so good. I’m so glad you wanted this. Mmm, it is really heaven.”

I had been really afraid to just push my dick inside her. I knew all kinds of stories about blood, awful pain, all the bad tales. When I asked her if I should go slow, be careful, she just told me that she wanted me inside her.

I began going slowly in and out, looking down at our lovemaking, thrilled to be watching a part of me going in and out of such a beautiful part of Lisa. The feelings were incredible. My heart raced with each stroke, each push, each pull.

Lisa was moving under me, twisting her hips around, flexing muscles inside her that made it feel so good. She had given me my first blowjob and as wonderful as it was, oh, yes, this was better, lots better.

“Oh, Lisa, oh, you are so beautiful, this is so wonderful. Is it good for you? Are you glad we’re doing this?”

“Mmm, it’s what I’ve wanted for so long. I’ve dreamed of this and now we’re doing it. It feels wonderful. You make me so happy, John.”

“You make me happy, too, Lisa. So, happy. Oh, I can’t believe we’re doing this. It feels so good.”

“Well, we are doing it and we’re going to do it a lot. Every chance we get. I just want us to do this so bad. Oh, push it in hard, John, really deep inside me.”

I pressed up into her as Lisa moved her hips around and around in a circle.

“Oh, Lise, oh, that is so good. Ohh, it feels so good. I want it to last but I want to cum, too. Oh, it’s just so good.”

“I’m really feeling close. You can go faster if you want.”

Oh, I did want to go faster. It was feeling so, so good, that my dick was telling me, ‘faster, faster,’ and I did just that.

Lisa’s hips rose up, she stiffened, then, “Oh, John, oh, OH, OH, OOOH, OOOH, ooh. ooh, I love you, John, I love you so much. I always will,” and she pulled me down and kissed me and kissed me and kissed me.

Now, while Lisa’s kissing me, she’s hardly still. She’s bucking her hips, fucking me like crazy, up and down, up and down. It’s all I could take.

“Oh, Lisa, oh, UUUH, UUUH, uuh, uuh, oh, Lisa, oh, this is so wonderful. You are so beautiful.”

I fell down on her kissing her over and over. Oh, this was wonderful. The best moment in my entire life.

Lisa:

His cum. His cum was inside me. Deep inside. A part of him, a part of John. His seed, his sperm, his life-force. Oh, I was happy. So very happy. I know I set this all up so we could be together and that John’s potential objections would be eliminated even almost before they started. Maybe I schemed to make this happen, but I was in love and the love was right.

I was so happy. My orgasm was fantastic. I never imagined one could be that strong. I’ve had a few really good ones from masturbating, but this was in another category all together. And, when I felt his cock tremor and the pulse of his semen erupt up into my depths, oh, it was heavenly. I wanted it to stay up in me forever. This was the passion of love.

He lay there on me, kissing me, and I finally had to tell him, “John, I can hardly breathe, you’ve got to get up off me,” and he rolled off as we laughed.

“Oh, geez, look,” he said pointing to the large, pink wet spot on the sheet. “You must have bled some. It didn’t seem to hurt you, did it?”

“No, well, it did a little, right at first, but not all that much. Guess these go in the washer, huh?”

“Whew, and I’m kindof sweaty. That was hard work,” John said, “We need a shower.”

So, we pulled the sheets off the bed, I got new ones on and we loaded them in the washer and started it up. Then off to the showers.

As we waited for the water to warm, I reached down and took hold of John’s now-limp dick. I’d never touched a soft cock before and it was exciting to feel it grow hard in my hand. It’s something I’ll never forget.

I’d never had anyone tell me how nice a shower is with someone of the opposite sex. Oh, all that nice, soapy, smooth skin. Our shower together was lovely. John got my front so clean, he just rubbed the soap all over, over and over. He got up real good between my legs and down between my butt cheeks. I sure got his cock clean, even got some white, sticky stuff out of it. Oh, it got really clean.

We dried each other off and went downstairs, all nice and naked, and put our pizza in to bake. A lovely skin-to-skin make-out session filled the time until the pizza was finished, then we fed each other slices until we just had to get back upstairs and make love again.

We ran up the stairs, turned on some lights, it was starting to get dark by now and hopped on the bed rolling around feeling and kissing each other. I told John I wanted on top this time and he got down on the bed with his beautiful hard cock pointing at the ceiling and I got up over him and pushed his cock all the way inside me.

Oh, when I pushed down, it created a whole new level of feeling, just magnificent. When I pushed, I just lit up. Then up and down, oh, it was wonderful.

“Mmm, oh, Lisa, that feels so good. Oh, this is wonderful. Ooh, I really like you up on top like this.”

“You’re just a lazy slug, that’s all. You want me to do all the work.”

“And I can play with your pretty tits, too. Oh, I love them so much.”

“Mmm, they love you, too. Feels nice. You like this?” I asked John as I pushed down, then twisted back and forth grinding my pussy on him.

“Oh, Lisa I like everything you do. Everything and, yes, I just love it when you twist around on me like that.”

“Feels good way up inside me, too, really good.”

“Mmm, yeah, mmm, oh, mmm.”

John:

Naked, eating pizza. Oh, what a way to live. Life is perfect. But, we had other things on our minds than pizza. We wanted each other again.

As Lisa ran up the stairs, I following the beautiful half-moons of her ass, she yelled back, “I want on top this time. I’m gonna fuck you silly,” then ran to the bed, stopped, turned, and I ran into her open arms as we kissed and fell on the bed rolling around on each other.

She jumped up on top of me, raised up, gripped my cock and lowered herself, squirming as she pushed my cock up into her. Oh, it felt so good going inside her. Then, when she started moving up and down, taking all of me up inside her when she pushed down, then pulling almost all the way up, then sliding down again, oh, it was heaven.

I was totally lost in our fucking. It was so thrilling, so absorbing, so seductive, my whole being was focussed on our sexual contact. We were so totally lost in our passion for each other that we never heard the front door open downstairs or Dale call out, “Anybody home?”

Moments later, Lisa went stiff, “UUHN, UUHN, uuh, uuh,” and right after, I felt my orgasm rising.

“Oh, Lisa, I’m…UUH, UUH…” and I looked over and Dale and his girlfriend, Sharon, were standing there in the doorway watching me fill our stepsister full of semen. I was powerless to stop or pull out or anything. I was frozen.

God, we’re dead, I thought. Dead, for sure.

At that moment, Escort Elazığ Lisa must have realized that there was something wrong and turned her head.

“Oh, my god,” she shrieked and rolled off me onto her back as Dale and Sharon stood there gaping at us so completely exposed. My dick had shrunk to nothing.

I looked at the clock and it showed nine o’clock. Damn, three hours earlier than they had said. Shit, shit, shit.

Here we were, two naked, sweating, panting, cum- and pussy juices-smeared fourteen-year olds staring up at them, not knowing what to do. Really having nothing to do about it.

I looked at them, then noticed that Sharon was standing there, her hand rubbing across her breasts, her other hand down rubbing below her abdomen. Looking over at Dale, I could see that he had a huge erection in his pants, it was really obvious. Now, all this had happened in just a second or two, no more.

Just when I was going to try to say something, anything, Dale spoke first, to Sharon, “Damn, we try to sneak back home early to get a little time together and, what do they do? They beat us to it!” He pulled Sharon to him and gave her a kiss that left no doubt as to what was on his mind as his hands ranged all down her butt.

As he was kissing her, he was also taking off her blouse and bra, almost in in a single motion, oh, Dale was good, really good. Sharon, too, was busy removing Dale’s shirt and unbuckling his pants, sliding them to the floor, followed by his briefs. They stood there, completely naked, kissing, feeling, caressing, then Dale lowered and began sucking Sharon’s nipples.

I’ve said that her breasts are large. I mean, really large. Probably D-cup though I’m not an expert on boob sizes. But they sure didn’t sag. Oh, no, they were right out there, firm with large, pink nipples that were jutting out all excited.

Sharon’s pussy hair was blonde, light colored and trimmed but not shaven clean, like Lisa’s.

Then, Dale said, “Let’s all go in Mom and Dad’s room. We need a king-sized bed,” and Lisa and I followed Dale and Sharon down the hall, four naked, horny teenagers, stripped the covers off their bed and all got in. It was no time before Dale was between Sharon’s legs simply fucking her like it was their last chance.

Lisa, I think, was still kind of scared but I was rather fascinated by the sexual calisthenics going on next to us. They seemed to have had a lot of practice and were soon both registering orgasms rather vigorously.

Lisa and I were laying there together, keeping kind of quiet, kissing, hugging, observing, rather in awe of our older lovers, when Dale turned and said, “Why don’t we all switch off? John, you do Sharon, I’ll do Lisa?”

Now, I’m a guy. Guy’s mostly love this stuff. I had just begun a new relationship with Lisa and, while I knew I had loving feelings toward her, I still didn’t fully realize that I was in love with her. So, I said, “Sure, why not,” looking at Sharon’s voluptuous body, so invitingly displayed next to me, “Okay, Lisa?”

Chapter 4

Lisa:

Oh, I was so excited running back upstairs for our second round of sex. I wanted on top this time, I wanted to just fuck him as hard as I could.

In just moments, I was up over him, had his cock deep inside me and was merrily fucking away. Oh, it felt so good. I had a wonderful orgasm, just stunning and was getting John right up to having his, I could feel him tense and then buck into me, spurting me full. Then, his eyes get big, he’s looking panicked over my shoulder, still humping up into me, as I look back over my shoulder and see my older stepbrother, Dale, and his girlfriend, Sharon standing by the door watching us.

After a flood of dread, Dale and Sharon are taking their clothes off and kissing and rubbing each other, suggesting that we all go to the parent’s room and their king-sized bed. John and I followed them and we all got on the bed and they caught up with us very quickly. Boy, did they do it. Impressive.

John seemed more relaxed than I was, I was terrified, frankly, not knowing how this would all shake out with our parents.

Then, Dale suggested that we swap partners, and, honestly, I didn’t want to do it but it all happened without me saying a word. Dale was up over me, his cock pressing into me, pushing, and John was between Sharon’s legs going in and out like they’d been doing it for years.

I was a bit sore from being up over John and doing him so fast up and down. Dale didn’t take as much care as John had and more or less pushed his way inside. Now, I can’t say it didn’t feel good. But, I was in love with John. I loved him. It just wasn’t sex with John, it was love. I was seeing that Dale and Sharon didn’t seem to be in love, it was lust, pure and simple; they just loved fucking each other. So, basically, I was stuck there being screwed instead of made love to like I had wanted.

I went along with our little orgy, actually, it was exciting, Dale did know what he was doing, and before long I had a very strong orgasm. Then, Dale kept pushing deeper and deeper, when “Oh, Lisa, oooh, UH, UH, uh, uh,” and I felt his warm juice flow into me. In less than a minute, John had cummed in Sharon and she was humping him like there was a finish line in sight.

We were all there on the bed, getting our breath back, when Dale suggested,” Let’s all do oral in a circle. Boy-girl, boy-girl.”

I managed to get John’s penis, I really moved quickly as soon as I figured out what we were doing next. Dale got my pussy, John got Sharon’s pussy, and Sharon got Dale’s cock. I was happier this time and I had my love’s dick to suck into ecstasy. Just what I wanted.

John’s head was between Sharon’s legs, Sharon was sucking Dale and Dale was eating me, I was sucking my love, John; we were all in a circle of oral sex.

Our hands were also busy rubbing and feeling the person above us, it was a sexual feast. I was uncomfortable with the whole group thing at first but as the minutes went on, my pussy took over and the carnality of the circle-suck took over. It was intense.

John:

I have lusted after Sharon, my brother’s girlfriend, ever since he first brought her home. She’s really a looker and a man’s kind of woman. Big tits. And here they are, naked, nude, bare, stripped. They were not only large but firm and plump, no droop, no sag.

Sharon was spread out as I got up between her legs and pushed myself into her. Oh, was it good. As I began to go in and out, I started rubbing and feeling her big boobs. They were so large and so firm, when she laid down, they flared out a little but still rose up off her chest majestically. When I rubbed them, Sharon closed her eyes, she obviously loves having her breasts fondled.

This morning, I was a virgin. Now, I’ve had two different girls. Amazing. Doing Sharon is really good, she matches every movement I make with her own, she really throws herself into it, oh, does she.

The feeling of fucking Sharon was more erotic, more animal. With Lisa, it feels more like love, more tender, more caring, more gentle. Truthfully, I would like to be with Lisa right now, but I can’t say I don’t like fucking Sharon. She’s a little looser and easier to slide in and out of, the slippery feeling is really quite arousing, my cock is like a rock, despite a fair amount of intense activity.

As we went at each other, there was squirming and moaning from time to time. Sharon’s pussy was really wet, I mean just running with juices. I had drawn her pussy lips apart and was tonguing up into her hole, running my tongue around in a circle which really made her hot. She was moving her hips back and forth and I’m sure she had an orgasm from the moans and thrusts she made.

After a while, it seemed like we had all pleasured each other sufficiently and we just kind of broke into pairs again. We decided to break apart and go to different bedrooms, Dale and Sharon would stay in Mom and Dad’s room, we would go to my bedroom. And sleep together. Lisa and I were going to sleep together. Like lovers. Wow.

We walked naked, hand in hand down the hall to my room, went in, closed the door and hugged each other as I felt my cock rise and push against her crotch.

“Mmm, what’s this?” she asked as her hand gently gripped my dick.

“Oh, that’s something I have that’s just for you, Lisa.”

“Good, I really don’t much like sharing it. I want it all the time. Like right now,” and she led me to the bed and had me get down while she swung up over me and pushed me up into her. Oh, that wonderful feeling again.

I just lay there swept away by the wonderful feelings her pussy was giving me going up and down as I rubbed and petted her pretty breasts. I was learning to rub across her clit and a few other little tidbits to make her sexual experience better, something I do to this day.

We had a simply glorious fuck then fell asleep in each other’s arms, waking at times during the night to kiss and feel and enjoy our closeness.

Sunday morning started with leisurely making love, just slowly building into a massive orgasm for each other.

We slipped on robes and went downstairs to make breakfast and while we were eating, Dale and Sharon came down to fix something for themselves; rather naked. As they went about preparing breakfast, they also fondled, felt, and groped each other as we sat there eating. We soon finished and left them to their own and went up to feel and grope on our own.

We showered together, a wonderful experience in sensual lovemaking, toweled each other off, then spent the rest of the day in bed. Oh, I was in love. Yes, I loved Lisa and told her so and she made me say it over and over and over. I never tire of saying it, really.

Lisa:

After our tryst with Dale and Sharon, John and I spent all of Sunday alone in each other’s arms. It was lovely. Sometime after we had made love the second time that morning, John told me he loved me. It was what I had been wanting to hear for so long now.

I started to cry.

“What’s wrong, Lisa? Are you okay?”

“I’m wonderful, John, so happy. I cry when I’m happy. I love you, too. Tell me again, please, tell me over and over.”

“I love you, Lisa, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Our parents don’t have any idea about us. We just know that someday we will be together as husband and wife. Our love will see us through.

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Stupid Young Whore

He fought hard to believe if what he had been noticing for a while now was true. It was difficult to conceive it would be that easy, easier to believe there was a catch. Daniel was twenty-eight years old and had had his fair share of flings and relationships, but nothing that would stick; nothing the way he’d have really hoped for. He felt his life was short of excitement, short of what he looked for in someone. Then, Diana appeared, and everything changed.

She was his soon-to-be step-sister, and he remembered having to admit to himself he’d have a hard time avoiding constantly looking at the girl. A little more than twelve years younger than him, soon to get her first driver’s license, Diana had a beautiful body, lean but curvy where it mattered, with toned legs even if the girl had never stepped onto a gym floor for once in her entire life. Her skin had a perpetual and very light tan that was a perfect combination with the wavy and luscious long brown hair that cascaded down her back. Full cheeks that constantly blushed, full lips that were always temptingly red, long thick lashes that covered her chocolate-colored eyes completely every time she looked down, her face was gorgeously cute. He remembered seeing her for the first time and mentally cursing. Too beautiful, too young, too close. Too inaccessible, he thought, a temptation that would be forever close enough to touch, impossible to satiate.

He was confused at first by how sweetly Diana started treating him soon after his mother introduced them when they once went out to dinner. After hearing all the bad things insinuated about the girl, he was expecting the opposite. Diana wanted nothing out of life. She wanted it easy. The girl was disrespectful. Nothing conclusive, no facts, but his mom seemed to have taken her new boyfriend’s side and secretly loathed the girl. Diana and her father barely spoke to each other; apparently, what seemed to have been an outstandingly authoritative posture all along from her dad, had grown into some kind of disgust, them not seeing eye to eye anymore. That was another surprise to Daniel since he had met Gregory and, apart from calling him Danny, what he hated, the two got along just fine. From his perspective, the guy seemed to be a nice person, just a little too rough around the edges, a man old style. Exactly how Daniel’s dad used to be and precisely why he believed Leda, his mother, had fallen for him.

After getting a short, rude response from her father or indifference from his new girlfriend – what constantly happened -, Diana would look down in melancholy, then turn to Daniel. That would happen once and again as if he were her safe place to run whenever he was around.

He guided his thoughts toward the possibility she just wanted a big brother. He had been nothing other than pleasant to her, so why not, he thought. But the way she looked at him, the way she moved around him, the way she spoke to him at times, it was a telltale he didn’t want to believe in:

“How come you’re not married?” Diana asked one day. Daniel had visited them for brunch while already wearing his suit, his jet black hair stylishly combed to the side; she had shot the question right after he left the phone with his paralegal. He had noticed her secretly looking at him up and down.

“It just didn’t happen,” he answered and left it at that.

For three months, he had met her five times, and the same situation would happen every time. They would sit the four of them, and while their parents ignored the girl or gave her judging glances, she would subtly try to be closer to him, even physically, always sitting around him somehow.

A month later, when he came to spend the night at their place, he found out her trying to be the center of his attention wasn’t dependent on anyone else’s presence. She would always be close, always try to talk with him about something she believed would be of his interest. Diana commented on his sports car, acidly criticized movies she would otherwise like, and tried to understand legal procedures; he knew she would try anything to keep his attention on her any time it was just the two of them as if her presence alone by his side wouldn’t do the trick.

“How many girlfriends have you had?” She asked one night. Daniel had shown up, bringing Japanese food, and his mother insisted on going out to buy sake, leaving him with Diana since Gregory was out with his friends. He noticed the girl had vanished for a while right after he arrived, only to reappear minutes later wearing casual clothes, a white shirt with a loose neck that showed one of her shoulders, making the bra strap visible. The black, comfortable shorts were made of something that looked like satin, falling softly and not covering more than the top part of her beautiful legs. Mentally, he held his breath, especially after noticing she was wearing makeup.

“Enough,” he answered, trying not to show how much he liked the sight of her.

Every time they were by themselves, she would get personal quickly, and he would evade her questions with short answers that clearly got her frustrated, but he thought that was for the best. He didn’t want to be a scapegoat for her problem with her father, not get himself flirting while knowing that would bring nothing but trouble. However, he would fix things quickly by asking her trivial questions, making himself present for her but drawing a line. He liked the girl, empathized with her, and loved how she switched from a submissive, melancholic tone to an excited one whenever he’d throw her a bone. But he was old enough to recognize she was just a troubled teenager trying her reach, testing her powers. Nothing would come out of that, nothing that could last, at least. Nothing other than trouble.

While eating, Daniel winced at the sake, not to his taste. Diana looked temptingly at the bottle but didn’t dare to ask for some. Leda told him they had the scotch he liked, but they agreed it wouldn’t go down well with sushi, maybe later. Gregory joined them at dinner; he didn’t look that drunk at first, but after some shots of scotch with Daniel soon called it a night. Diana had gone to the couch in the living room soon as her father walked in, lying there scrolling down on her phone, looking as miserable as always, which made Daniel squirm inside. Leda invited him to stay for the night since his place was a good forty minutes away, he had had some drinks already, and it was late.

“Tomorrow is Saturday. Do you work?” She asked him while already on her feet and cleaning dishes like the excellent housewife she always was. Daniel felt very weird with the scene, reminiscing when he was younger, and she’d do everything by herself while his douchebag of a father would stay on the couch, still drinking, watching football.

“No. I have some case files to go over, but I have them in my car since I came straight from work,” he said while getting up and joining her at the sink. He noticed Diana’s head move towards them on the couch from the corner of his eye.

“You don’t have to do this,” his mother insisted.

“Of course I do.”

“You worked all day long, and you’re visiting. Go back to your whiskey,” she said, guiding him by a hand on his shoulder, “I have the room right next to the stairs set up for you already,” then she looked to Diana, still on the couch, “If she bothers you, you let me know.”

“She doesn’t bother me,” he sighed, “Does she help you with this stuff?”

“Not anymore,” his mother said. He felt there was an extra meaning to that, as if his mother was giving him the chance to ask what had gone wrong, why they both treated the girl so poorly. He didn’t. It could be the alcohol talking, but Daniel had a feeling he could get answers from the girl herself soon as his mother went upstairs.

“Good night, son,” she said while giving him a peck on the cheek, “Diana, don’t stay up late.”

“Yes, Ms. Cagliari,” Diana answered, seeming honest, but Daniel knew better.

Soon as Leda closed to door to her bedroom upstairs, Diana joined Daniel at the kitchen table.

“Can I sit with you? I won’t bother you, I promise,” a clear nod to the fact she had heard them talking.

“Yeah, you can,” he said while looking up from the phone screen where he checked on court dates. She seemed shy but excited. As if she had been waiting for that moment, as he thought she was.

Diana sat beside him, not saying a word, while he went back to check his schedule on the phone. It was as if she was holding her breath, and he Elazığ Escort enjoyed feeling how she respected his presence. She would be sitting shily and silently until he spoke to her, and this submissive behavior of hers made his blood pump harder. In a moment of clarity, he again thought that how he sensed her could be an effect of the alcohol. Maybe staying for the night was wrong; staying with her downstairs was even worse. He liked her independently of how amazing she looked, of how she made a point of parading in front of him as if screaming, look at me, but he knew unless he tried to find out what this thing between them was, that would go on, the game she had set in motion and that they had been playing all this time. Mustering all his reason, he decided to test the waters and see what that girl was all about, other than the troubled teenage stigma she had looming over an otherwise lovely girl.

“So, high school?” he said out of the blue. He knew the answer; he even knew she had just started sophomore year, but Daniel had a hunch that school had something to do with her “problems” since he knew she didn’t do much other than stay home and going to school. It was as if the girl had been grounded for life, and somehow she just took the punishment without complaining. This was almost unthinkable for a girl her age, especially one who already looked so mature.

“Yeah. Sophomore year. It is… It’s alright,” Diana seemed thrown off by the question, and Daniel wondered if it was disappointment in her voice since he had only spoken about exciting things with her before or if he had hit a nerve right off the bat.

Daniel sighed at her answer and left it at that. Then he saw her gazing at his small glass of scotch, he looked at her, and she shied away from his gaze.

“Aren’t you a little too young to want this?” He asked. She gave him a little smile.

“Why do you drink?” Diana asked him while sliding her arms over the table, her delicate chin touching it, while she looked at him sideways.

“It makes it easier to deal with problems. Or to forget them.”

“So, I have problems,” she said with a little chuckle, and the melancholic feeling he had noticed before was now all over the place.

He looked her in the eyes, her full cheeks blushed, and her eyes hid under the curtain of her long lashes after a few seconds. He felt she wanted to open up with him but wasn’t brave enough or too shy to do so, which didn’t match with how she had been treating him since they met. Daniel slid the whiskey glass to her with his knuckles.

“Our little secret?” He gave her a crooked smile, and a wave of excitement hit him when she opened a big smile. Holy fuck, he thought, she’s gorgeous.

“Absolutely,” she said, her voice full of meaning as if she had recognized him to be on her side, or at least to be emphatic to her. Or maybe a sign that he liked her, he assumed. And she would be right. By that point, Daniel was trailing a path to wanting her just the way he dreaded when he first saw her. Diana sipped at the whiskey, letting out a loud gasp right after.

Daniel chuckled, “Too strong?”

“Just how I wanted it to be,” she winced, then smiled. “I know what you want to know.”

“Do you?” He said, still sitting sideways, impassive, with his legs crossed.

“Yes. I’ll tell you if you want.”

“Another little secret?”

“Yes. Because I’d bet your mother is dying to tell you what a terrible daughter I am, and I don’t want to spoil it for her,” her smile turned into a nervous one.

“Yes, of course. I’ll pretend I’m hearing it for the first time,” Daniel’s blue eyes met her brown ones, and she looked down again.

“The school caught me having sex with a teacher inside his car in the parking lot,” she let out as if she was unloading a heavyweight, bluntly, all at once.

“Wow,” he said, his face unaffected, and he believed to be putting up the best poker face of his life. He was surprised. He was stunned in a way he hadn’t been before. It all made sense, though, why a girl who seemed to be nothing but well-behaved, shy, and submissive even was being treated the way she was. It also made sense of the way she moved around him, that dichotomy about her, but he still couldn’t put the facts together. Associate what she told him with the actual girl in front of him.

“I know, right?” she said sadly and took a big gulp of the whiskey, her face twisting into a grimace.

“Go easy on that,” he said softly, and she looked at him puzzled when she noticed his lack of a more significant reaction toward what she had just confessed.

They sat in silence for a while. Daniel took the glass, filled it up a little bit more from the bottle still on the small glass table, took a sip, and put it back in front of her while observing him. Until he broke the silence.

“Was he your boyfriend?”

“He was an attempt to get out of this house,” she said, sipping at the whiskey yet again, no grimace this time, and Daniel looked at her puzzled.

“What?”

“Yeah… After my mom died, I was depressed, like, very depressed. First, my grades dropped from my straight A’s to C’s. My father was constantly saying it was as hard on him as it was on me, that I should put myself together. At first, I tried to keep the house in order, just like mom did, but after a while, I felt so terrible I couldn’t do it anymore. Dad started drinking more every night, and then the truth started to come out…”

As she was telling it, having another go at the scotch, Daniel started painting the picture in his mind. He didn’t interrupt, just let Diana take it out of her chest, tell him her side of the story, but he knew where it was headed.

“He said if I didn’t study, I would just be a dumb bitch, that if I couldn’t take care of a house either, I was useless. Just a walking pussy like any other. That I should find someone else to take care of me because he wouldn’t,” she said with a grin, but he felt she wanted to cry. “So that’s what I did. Or at least I tried. It was stupid. Of course, dad didn’t remember any of this later or pretended not to.”

Daniel was speechless for a while, and she alternated between looking him in the eyes and looking at her little hands before taking one more sip of the whiskey. He thought of how she had been acting around him and considered if she found in him a possibility for something, an escape, and if so, either she was still not thinking clearly, or she was that desperate to have someone to give sense to her life. Until she spoke again.

“You must think I’m a stupid whore too, right? I mean…” She said sadly, laughing at herself, but he cut her phrase short.

“No. Not at all,” Daniel frankly said, still in a very calm tone, looking at her, and she finally held her eyes on his. “I think you just had it too rough on you because your father is out of his mind, and you’re a little lost.”

“It has been months since all of this has been happening. I think I’m lost for good,” Diana said.

“Listen, why have you told me all this instead of trying to keep it a secret?” Daniel asked.

She thought for a second, that self-deprecating smile still on her full lips.

“I guess I wanted your judgment right away, instead of trying to make you like me and have it all taken away soon as your mom or my dad said anything,” she confessed.

“And what happens if I don’t judge you? Isn’t that what you were hoping for? If it is, you got it,” he said softly and touched her little hand.

The girl opened a beautiful smile. Daniel couldn’t think of a reality in which he would treat her poorly for what she had done. In fact, he saw only good outcomes in that situation. If he played the older brother part, he’d been helping someone having a teenagehood as miserable as the one he had. He had dealt with his obtuse and now dead father all his younger years; his mind always screaming for an escape, and a darker part of him, the one he fought with daily, waiting for the day he’d be able to be the same. He couldn’t shake the will to be controlling and aggressive. He never wished for kids, but for a woman that he could practically own in all senses, but to do it right, cherish her for giving him everything she had, much different from what his father did to his mom or what Gregory seemed to do now. It was her choice, and Daniel had never found one that felt the same, making him alone, a trail of failed relationships in his past. Maybe Diana’s choice would be the same as his mother’s, which would be the riskier but immensely Elazığ Escort Bayan more rewarding outcome to all of that. He realized he was thinking too ahead of the situation and wouldn’t guide her to anything. Luckily, he wouldn’t have to.

“So, you’re not disgusted by me?” She asked.

“Because you tried to snatch an older guy the only way you saw fit? Not at all. Was he good to you?”

She went silent for some seconds yet again.

“At moments, yes,” she answered, deep in thought.

“Did he push you into doing what you did,” he asked.

“Not really. Not much, at least. He was always trying to get to it… You know what I mean. Made me feel like it was what I needed to do for him to be with me. I don’t think I played hard to get, though.” Diana assumed with a shy smile, cheeks red as a tomato.

“So he did play you,” he started saying, and when she raised her eyebrows, he stopped, “You did what you thought you had to do, though. I get it.”

She smiled sadly and sipped scotch again; by how she did, he noticed Diana was at least a little tipsy already. He reached for the glass, ready to tell her to go to bed, but then thought again and decided to take the chance to have her tell him more. Then, he would ensure she drank lots of water before sending her to her room.

“So, you went to your room to get dressed as soon as I got here? What’s up with that?” He said with a playful grin on his lips, the strong jaw line propped on his hand and attentively looking at her. She was already blushing scarlet.

“I wanted to look good for you,” she said openly, holding no horses.

“Why?”

“I-I don’t know,” she chuckled.

“If you wanted to look amazing, you got it,” he said.

Diana partly covered her face with both hands, suddenly shy, a big smile on her lips.

“This is not something you do for your big brother, though. Is it?” He continued pushing her.

“No. It is not,” Diana admitted, the shy smile smaller but still present, and her whole body language turned into a more closed one, coy. He loved it. He wanted her to retract more in the right direction and keep at what worked so well.

“So, am I your new target?” he said, leaning back on his chair with a nonchalant expression.

Her eyes grew wide, and the smile disappeared; as if she was about to get caught. Diana perked up on her chair as well. She looked at him as if she was lost, and without answering verbally, she confirmed his suspicion.

“I’m flattered,” he finally said.

“You’re flattered, but…?” She said, looking at her hands yet again, looking worried.

“No ‘but,’” Daniel said, and Diana looked at him with a mix of feelings boiling over, confusion, hope, and surprise pouring, visibly still not knowing what to do.

Daniel had gone too far; he was sure of that and didn’t regret it. He would think about the consequences later. Forgetting about controlling the alcohol or where he was, he focused on the beautiful, troubled girl in front of him that seemed so perfect. So perfectly broken.

“Come here,” he said while sliding his chair back and tapping on his lap.

“You want me to sit in your lap?” She was taken aback.

“Yes. You’ve been all over me for the past four months since I met you. If you want to see what you got, you have to cover over here.”

After a deep breath, seeming to lose balance a little after she got up, which made Daniel instantly alarmed and ready to pick her up in case she fell, Diana took two steps in his direction, and he felt her little weight and the softness of her body in his lap. She sat sideways, her face very close to his, and he wrapped an arm around her thin waist.

Diana looked into Daniel’s eyes, and he could see how anxious and apprehensive the girl was at the same time. He gave her a small but reassuring smile, to which she reciprocated.

“So, what were you thinking when you decided to seduce me?” He said in a sexy, low tone.

“I thought it would be way better than being with that teacher… Riskier though,” she purred, feeling a little more confident, her eyes constantly traveling from his eyes to his mouth.

“He was your first, then?”

“Yes. Only once too,” Diana said with that shy smile back on, and Daniel was starting to be entirely taken by it. There was a vulnerability about it, about her at times, that, at the moment, he felt it hard to resist.

“Oh my. First time and they caught you?”

“Yup. Another student. The whole school knows, and my father did not transfer me anywhere. I’m the school’s whore now.”

“I know high school kids are ravenous. Trust me. But you know most of them are just jealous, right?” He was saying while putting his other arm over her thighs, tightening a hand on the soft flesh and pulling her closer, and he watched her gasp.

“Do you think so?” She coyly asked.

“I am sure of it. All the boys would have wanted to be in your teacher’s place inside that car.”

“Would you? Be with the school whore?” She said while moving her pretty face closer to his, her little nose almost touching his.

“I would. She wouldn’t be anyone else’s whore, though. However, I wouldn’t be able to get you out of this house so soon…” he tightened his arms around her, his member already so hard under her it was starting to hurt. He knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself for long, and there was this certain feeling she would let him have his way with her. Daniel was trying to be as honest as possible while he still could. “And I don’t think I’m the ideal man for a young girl like you.”

Ignoring what he first said, she replied, “Why would you say that?”

“Because I can be really… Intense at times, rough…”

Diana stopped him midsentence, giving him a little kiss on the lips, her eyes deep in his.

“But you like me, right?” She whispered. “You’re not disgusted by me or something.”

“I just said I would take you away from here if I could,” he chuckled.

“So I don’t mind the things you want to do to me. That’s enough…” She answered, lips touching, eyes closed.

Then he kissed her voraciously. While he had the impression she wasn’t sure what to do or used to kissing, she welcomed his tongue in her mouth, moving hers with his. They rocked back and forth at the rhythm of his avid movements, and she softly moaned in his mouth. She was warm and tender in a way he hadn’t felt before, and he imagined what it would feel like to be inside her, that young girl completely up for the taking. Diana felt small in his arms, her 5’4” (1,62m) height seeming minuscule compared to Daniel’s 5’11” (1,80). He caressed her sides, anywhere his hands could reach, while she had her arms around his neck. Then while one of his hands sneaked under and cupped the base of one of her firm, supple young breasts, the other started testing her limits, from her side to her hips, then to the inner part of her right thigh. When his fingers grazed up and down the soft skin, going up under the leg opening of her shorts, he felt her shiver, but she spread her legs a little invitingly. Enjoying the freedom she gave him, he moved on, two of his fingers finding that precious place, sinking between the petals of her fold over the fabric of her panties.

Diana gasped at his advance, still enlaced in a kiss, and keeping her eyes closed, just felt him fondle her. First, he ran his fingers up and down her slit, felt the puffy mounds of her small entrance, then focused on where he imagined her pleasure nub to be, and her reaction told him he was right on the spot. He couldn’t know if she was naturally that responsive or if it was the alcohol giving her freedom, but he enjoyed her moans anyway.

He savored the feeling of a girl he had watched and craved for the last four months while he felt Diana completely open, giving herself to him. They kissed for minutes on end; he would sometimes trail kisses down her neck, never stopping to move his hands all over her, hearing her give him appreciative moans and gasps. For the brief seconds they stopped, he’d look her in the eyes while she passionately watched him, blushing, out of breath, just to connect their mouths again.

Contrasting his voracity, Diana wasn’t only about arousal. He could sense she felt more comfortable with every moment as if a heavy weight was leaving her small shoulders. When not kissing, she’d smile with her eyes ajar, immersed in what they were living. It was obvious to him that she was happy about it, that she had gotten what she wanted, and that Escort Elazığ made him even more confident to assure her of what he wanted, see her reaction.

“I wish I could take you to bed,” he let out, breathing heavily.

“You can…” she whispered.

“I don’t think it would look good on us if our parents find out, especially on you,” Daniel pointed out with a grin, sounding quite serious.

“I don’t mind… Will you like me more?” She said in a low voice, almost begging.

He stopped and looked at her deep in the eyes. That’s when it clicked: he could have her. For real. Her saying she didn’t mind getting caught as long as he liked her more – as if it would be possible at that moment – was proof of that. The excitement made him think past the alcohol and the arousal for a second and plan for the long game.

“No, I wouldn’t like you more,” he said, and her face immediately changed to a worried one, “I already like you, and you know that. I also like you differently after this,” and he kissed her again, quickly. Diana’s face softened, and she watched him closely while he continued, “But even though I’m dying to have you, I won’t risk getting you caught, having to stop seeing you.”

The girl smiled, blushing, and he could feel her melting inside. He wasn’t sure if it was his caring for her or his declaration that he wouldn’t want to stop being around her, maybe sounding like a promise to the future, what caught her; he just knew it worked.

“But we don’t have time for ourselves, ever… I only see you with our parents around…” She almost whimpered.

“I’ll make it work. Trust me,” and he kissed her again, to which she promptly reciprocated. The kiss went on slower than before, carrying more meaning. As if they were closing a deal.

*****

When Diana woke up, she had trouble believing that the previous night had happened. Thinking about it made her heart start to pump faster, and she rolled on her back in her pajamas. She had nothing more than a bitter taste in her mouth from all the whiskey but no hangover since Daniel had forced her to drink a lot of water before they went to their rooms. The girl reminisced about the night, trailing her little hand down the front of her sleeping shorts, her fingers touching where Daniel had touched yesterday.

It worked, she thought. Daniel liked her. He really did.

When they were about to go their separate ways the night before, Daniel was in front of the room his mother had readied for him while Diana’s was still on the far end of the hall; the girl tried yet again:

“Are you sure you don’t want to take a chance with me?” She purred, trying to make her voice as soft and tempting as possible. She was reasonably drunk and not at all used to how it felt. Her anxiety was hitting hard; she feared everything could change the following morning if she didn’t do everything she could to make Daniel want her. She didn’t want to tease him; she wanted him to try her and hopefully want more. Diana was eager to finally give herself to someone who wouldn’t only want to use her body but to someone who would also appreciate her for offering it. At that moment, she would have done anything. Lied with him on the floor in front of their parents’ bedroom if he wanted to. And he noticed that.

Her proposal put a sly smile on Daniel’s face, “What a bad girl. I thought we had an agreement,” he laughed silently and firmly grabbed her behind in what would have been a smack if he could make a sound, “I’d spank your beautiful butt now if I could,” he whispered.

Diana looked at him, surprised and a little scared, but the gasp she produced insinuated nothing less than yearning. What she had heard about Daniel was true, making her both anxious and aroused, squeezing her thighs together. She felt the wetness at the Apex of her legs, understanding everything her father, his girlfriend, and the whole school said about her to be true.

Remembering it in the morning and feeling her nubile entrance starting to get wet again sent shivers down her whole body. She was a dirty whore, Diana thought to herself. In a somewhat disturbing way, she assumed anything the men in her life did or would do to her was well deserved.

She reminisced how all that started about eight months ago, four after her mother died. Her father started to drink more and more each day while she spiraled out of control, falling into some sort of numbness. On a Friday night, Gregory returned from work after hanging out in a bar and got home to a Diana prostrated on the living room couch, the house a complete mess.

His yelling put her on her feet in an instant, and ignoring the girl’s excuses, with Diana trying her best to explain to her father she wasn’t feeling alright that day, what had been happening for a week, was of no use to stop him. He put her in his lap, belly down, and before she could believe what was happening, he was already landing slaps on her behind.

“Aaaaugh!” She screamed when the first one got her on the sensitive area between her buttock and one of her thighs, “D-Dad! No!” Then again, when another one made contact, the sharp sounds of his furious advance echoed throughout the place.

It seemed it wasn’t enough. As if the fabric of her pajama shorts was somehow softening the blows, Gregory aggressively yanked at her shorts by one leg opening. The material pulled up against the crevice of her crotch, sinking in, and while she alarmedly screamed no, no, he was already spanking the soft skin of her bare behind. After the third one, she managed to escape his grasp, quickly fleeing to the other corner of the room, one hand covering her right buttock that irradiated a fiery sensation, and confused by how her sex and everything around it tingled.

“See how you can move!?” Gregory yelled at his daughter, now turning her back to a corner. “You don’t want to study, fine! You’ll keep the damn house while I work! It’s the least you can do!”

Everything changed after that. Diana did her best to escape the stupor she had found herself in, but it was never enough, and Gregory caught her two more times after that. On the second, he pinched one of her sensitive nipples as well, soon as it got hard amidst all the spanking. Demanding she wear a bra when he was around, he screamed, “Don’t give any wrong ideas, you bitch!” while she felt for the first time how the perky nub connected to all the wrong parts of her, clenching inside in a way she hadn’t felt before.

Feeling horrible for imagining herself as useless and dirty as her father accused her, she didn’t escape the third time, and Gregory spanked her until he felt satisfied, which took a long time. He didn’t say a word after that, and she went slowly and silently to her room. Out of breath, with no shorts on and checking the prints of her father’s hand on her behind, she felt the air making her moist pussy feel cold.

Even though she considered telling all that’s happened to someone, Diana decided she wouldn’t punish her father for being a lonely man, and if he did terrible things to her, the girl assumed it was because she deserved it.

Two months later, Gregory met Leda, and almost everything returned to normal. Two months after that, he received a call from school, and that’s when he found out his teenage daughter was caught having sex with her history teacher inside his car in the school’s parking lot. The teacher was fired. Diana was suspended for one week but not expelled because she had been visiting the school’s counselor. The woman was adamant the girl, previously an A student, had only done that because she was depressed and under a ton of emotional stress. In the end, the teacher was sued for abusing her and sent to jail. The girl trying to explain it was all her fault didn’t help him or her, and her father made her start on the pill. It is enough that I have to provide for this stupid young whore. I’m not taking care of any grandchildren; his words were printed in her mind.

Then Daniel showed up, months after that, not knowing about anything, looking way more successful than her father, apparently unaffected by the girl’s good looks, yet treating her so nicely, talking to her, seeing more in her than just a beautiful body to use… Diana heard an argument between Gregory and Leda in which her father accused Daniel of being just like him, at least on the inside, hence his lack of enduring relationships. Leda almost stormed out of the house, but inside she apparently knew the truth, and everything calmed down after a while.

Not for Diana, though. From that moment on, she’d do everything in her powers to give herself to Daniel, praying he would take care of a “stupid young whore” like her.

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I hid her from everyone. Not even my husband knew; there was no need. I’d given him all he’d asked from me: children, a nice home and the freedom to bang any woman who crossed his path. I only asked for discretion and a roof over my head. My children wanted for nothing except two parents who respected one another.

But I had her, and even now, almost two decades later, our desire for one another never lessened. She can make me wet with a flick of her tongue on her lips, her eyes hooded and smoky gray. I know what she’s thinking, and it’s the same thing I think about when I rub myself in the shower: our first time together. It was the day she seduced me and introduced a beautiful world into mine: the delicious, secret world of another woman’s body.

We were merely neighbors at first. Waves over the fence, a “Hi” when we passed in the market, a smile when we saw each other at parties. That changed the day of the blizzard.

My children were at their grandparents for the weekend. My husband was supposedly at his office, but I knew better. I was sure he was ramming some pretty, young thing in a motel somewhere. The snow had started falling. Four to six inches, the weatherman said. Within a few hours of the start, I knew it was going to be much, much more. I could barely see my car, and the pine trees in front of the house were now pure white sentinels. I took inventory of food in the house and realized I was all set. The phone rang. It was my husband saying he’d tried to make it home, but he was stuck in the office parking lot and would spend the night at the hotel down the street. I smirked, but he never heard it. All he heard was the understanding in my voice.

Right after I replaced the phone, there was a knock on the front door. I looked outside and saw Kendra, my neighbor, standing on the doorstep. She was wrapped head to toe in a man’s coat. I ran and opened the door to let her in.

“Lisa,” she breathed in frosty puffs. “I hate to bother you, but our furnace – well, something’s wrong with it. The heat won’t work, and I’ve tried everything. The repairman refuses to come out in the storm, and I’m so cold. I know this is an imposition, but do you think you could let me stay here just until I can figure out what to do? Len’s in New York for the week at a convention, and Marissa’s at a sleepover.”

I pulled Kendra into the house and brushed snow from her shoulders. “You can stay here as long as you wish,” I told her. Her relief was enormous. “You’re doing me a favor. Brad’s stuck at his office until he can get his car out, which won’t be until tomorrow at the earliest. I was getting a little nervous with all the snow, so really, you’re more than welcome.”

An hour later, Kendra was finally cozy. I’d lit a fire and gave her some peach brandy to help speed the warming. And I took a little myself. Alcohol on an empty stomach wasn’t a good idea, but it made her feel more comfortable seeing me sip some brandy of my own.

“I never drink during the day,” she said, “but I would have done anything to get warm.” She took another sip, laughed and her breath floated over to me in a wave of peaches.

“If you need to take a shower…” I offered, but she shook her head.

“Not right now. Maybe later. I just want to sit here, talk and get to know you. We’ve lived next to each other for two years now, and we’ve never Elazığ Escort even been in each other’s house.” She took another sip, and I noticed her cheeks were flushed.

Good, I thought. At least she’s not cold anymore.
I don’t know how long we sat there and talked, told each other about our lives, sipped the brandy slowly, but I do know it had slowly grown dark. I got up to turn on a few lights, but she asked me leave most of them off. “It’s so pretty here with just the fire.”

The alcohol was starting to make me a little fuzzy. I went in the kitchen and returned with a bag of potato chips and some onion dip. Kendra smiled. “Ooo, I love onion dip!”

She reached over after I set everything down on the table in front of us and, to my surprise, drew a finger through the dip. I watched as she slowly lapped at it. Something inside me twinged, and I shifted my position on the couch a little.

She motioned back to the dip with her now-wet finger. “Do you mind? I’m not crazy about potato chips.”

I shook my head and smiled, but I didn’t trust myself to speak. Something inside me said if I did, my voice would emerge from my lips husky and shaky.

Kendra dipped her finger in again, removed it and brought it up to her mouth. I watched her pink tongue point and then lick languidly at the dip, and again, the twinge in my groin and I had to shift my position once more. It was the brandy, I told myself.

Her finger was even wetter now, and she moved it through the dip. “You should try it.”

I leaned forward to imitate her, but she reached over and softly placed her finger on my lips. “No, I meant suck if off mine.”

I laughed and blushed, wondering if she was making fun of me, but her eyes met mine, and for the first time, I noticed they’d gone from blue to smoky gray. I poked my tongue out and with hesitation, licked a tiny bit of dip from her finger.

“You missed some.”
I tried to find a way to get my tongue around her finger, but she placed the whole thing in my mouth. “Suck it, Lisa.”

And I sucked. I licked her knuckle, her nail, ran my tongue over the skin of her finger, and then sucked harder. She sighed and removed her finger from my desperate mouth only to replace it with her own.

I’d never kissed another woman before, and I was shocked at how right it felt. Her lips were soft and yielding, not demanding like the men I’d kissed. There was no rough beard or overbearing tongue. Instead, hers was gently exploring and flicking in and out of my mouth. When I felt her hand on my breast, that felt right, too.

I stopped to look into her smoky eyes again. “I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what I’m supposed -“

“Let me handle it, Lisa. Trust me. I won’t do anything you won’t enjoy, I promise. Just let me do what I know you’ll like.”

I was relieved. Kendra closed my eyes with her thumbs and pushed me gently back on the couch. “Keep your eyes closed. Do you want me to tell you what I’m going to do before I do it?”

I nodded my head, relaxing even more.
“I’m going to unbutton your shirt first.” I could feel her fingers move down my chest. My breasts finally felt a little freer, but not enough. My bra was in the way, and I wanted it off, but then her head.

“Not right now. Maybe later. I just want to sit here, talk and get to know you. Elazığ Escort Bayan We’ve lived next to each other for two years now, and we’ve never even been in each other’s house.” She took another sip, and I noticed her cheeks were flushed.

Good, I thought. At least she’s not cold anymore.
I don’t know how long we sat there and talked, told each other about our lives, sipped the brandy slowly, but I do know it had slowly grown dark. I got up to turn on a few lights, but she asked me leave most of them off. “It’s so pretty here with just the fire.”

The alcohol was starting to make me a little fuzzy. I went in the kitchen and returned with a bag of potato chips and some onion dip. Kendra smiled. “Ooo, I love onion dip!”

She reached over after I set everything down on the table in front of us and, to my surprise, drew a finger through the dip. I watched as she slowly lapped at it. Something inside me twinged, and I shifted my position on the couch a little.

She motioned back to the dip with her now-wet finger. “Do you mind? I’m not crazy about potato chips.”

I shook my head and smiled, but I didn’t trust myself to speak. Something inside me said if I did, my voice would emerge from my lips husky and shaky.

Kendra dipped her finger in again, removed it and brought it up to her mouth. I watched her pink tongue point and then lick languidly at the dip, and again, the twinge in my groin and I had to shift my position once more. It was the brandy, I told myself.

Her finger was even wetter now, and she moved it through the dip. “You should try it.”

I leaned forward to imitate her, but she reached over and softly placed her finger on my lips. “No, I meant suck if off mine.”

I laughed and blushed, wondering if she was making fun of me, but her eyes met mine, and for the first time, I noticed they’d gone from blue to smoky gray. I poked my tongue out and with hesitation, licked a tiny bit of dip from her finger.

“You missed some.”
I tried to find a way to get my tongue around her finger, but she placed the whole thing in my mouth. “Suck it, Lisa.”

And I sucked. I licked her knuckle, her nail, ran my tongue over the skin of her finger, and then sucked harder. She sighed and removed her finger from my desperate mouth only to replace it with her own.

I’d never kissed another woman before, and I was shocked at how right it felt. Her lips were soft and yielding, not demanding like the men I’d kissed. There was no rough beard or overbearing tongue. Instead, hers was gently exploring and flicking in and out of my mouth. When I felt her hand on my breast, that felt right, too.

I stopped to look into her smoky eyes again. “I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what I’m supposed -“

“Let me handle it, Lisa. Trust me. I won’t do anything you won’t enjoy, I promise. Just let me do what I know you’ll like.”

I was relieved. Kendra closed my eyes with her thumbs and pushed me gently back on the couch. “Keep your eyes closed. Do you want me to tell you what I’m going to do before I do it?”

I nodded my head, relaxing even more.
“I’m going to unbutton your shirt first.” I could feel her fingers move down my chest. My breasts finally felt a little freer, but not enough. My bra was in the way, and I wanted it off, but then her head.

“Not right Escort Elazığ now. Maybe later. I just want to sit here, talk and get to know you. We’ve lived next to each other for two years now, and we’ve never even been in each other’s house.” She took another sip, and I noticed her cheeks were flushed.

Good, I thought. At least she’s not cold anymore.
I don’t know how long we sat there and talked, told each other about our lives, sipped the brandy slowly, but I do know it had slowly grown dark. I got up to turn on a few lights, but she asked me leave most of them off. “It’s so pretty here with just the fire.”

The alcohol was starting to make me a little fuzzy. I went in the kitchen and returned with a bag of potato chips and some onion dip. Kendra smiled. “Ooo, I love onion dip!”

She reached over after I set everything down on the table in front of us and, to my surprise, drew a finger through the dip. I watched as she slowly lapped at it. Something inside me twinged, and I shifted my position on the couch a little.

She motioned back to the dip with her now-wet finger. “Do you mind? I’m not crazy about potato chips.”

I shook my head and smiled, but I didn’t trust myself to speak. Something inside me said if I did, my voice would emerge from my lips husky and shaky.

Kendra dipped her finger in again, removed it and brought it up to her mouth. I watched her pink tongue point and then lick languidly at the dip, and again, the twinge in my groin and I had to shift my position once more. It was the brandy, I told myself.

Her finger was even wetter now, and she moved it through the dip. “You should try it.”

I leaned forward to imitate her, but she reached over and softly placed her finger on my lips. “No, I meant suck if off mine.”

I laughed and blushed, wondering if she was making fun of me, but her eyes met mine, and for the first time, I noticed they’d gone from blue to smoky gray. I poked my tongue out and with hesitation, licked a tiny bit of dip from her finger.

“You missed some.”
I tried to find a way to get my tongue around her finger, but she placed the whole thing in my mouth. “Suck it, Lisa.”

And I sucked. I licked her knuckle, her nail, ran my tongue over the skin of her finger, and then sucked harder. She sighed and removed her finger from my desperate mouth only to replace it with her own.

I’d never kissed another woman before, and I was shocked at how right it felt. Her lips were soft and yielding, not demanding like the men I’d kissed. There was no rough beard or overbearing tongue. Instead, hers was gently exploring and flicking in and out of my mouth. When I felt her hand on my breast, that felt right, too.

I stopped to look into her smoky eyes again. “I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what I’m supposed -“

“Let me handle it, Lisa. Trust me. I won’t do anything you won’t enjoy, I promise. Just let me do what I know you’ll like.”

I was relieved. Kendra closed my eyes with her thumbs and pushed me gently back on the couch. “Keep your eyes closed. Do you want me to tell you what I’m going to do before I do it?”

I nodded my head, relaxing even more.
“I’m going to unbutton your shirt first.” I could feel her fingers move down my chest. My breasts finally felt a little freer, but not enough. My bra was in the way, and I wanted it off, but then her

TO BE CONTINUED… By Cara

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SEXY MOM

WRITTEN BY: MASJUNKI
4/7/2011

THIS IS MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT WRITING
BARE WITH ME

IT WAS ONE OF THOSE HOT DAYS IN PHOENIX THE TEMP WAS 110 IN THE
SHADE I WAS OUT IN THE CITY RUNNING ERRANDS WHEN I RECEIVED A
TEXT FROM A FRIEND OF MINE HE ASKED IF I WANTED TO GO OUT TONIGHT.
I SAID YEA WHAT TIME HE SAID AROUND 7. I SAID COME BY AND PICK ME UP I
WOULD NOT HAVE THE CAR TONIGHT MY MOTHER WAS NEEDING IT HE SAID HE
WOULD

I WAS AT HOME AND GETTING READY MY MOTHER WALKED IN TO MT BED ROOM; STARTLED I SAID WHAT DO YOU NEED. NOW MY MOTHER IS QUITE NICE LOOKING SHE WAS 39 AND LOOKED TO BE ABOUT 30 SLENDER AND NOT AN OUNCE OF FAT ON HER SHE HAS SMALLISH BREAST I CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF THEM ONCE A FEW YEARS AGO SHE WAS COMING OUT OF THE SHOWER AND HER TOWEL FELL TO ONE SIDE AND I SAW HER BREAST SHE IS MAYBE A B CUP SHE IS 5-3 AND MAYBE 110 POUNDS SHE HAS SHORT BLACK HAIR DARK SKINNED BUT THE NICEST FEATURE ON HER IS HER EYES SHE HAS THESE DARK EYES AND WHEN SHE LOOKS AT YOU, YOU CAN’T HELP BUT DO ANYTHING SHE WANTS.

SHE SAID WERE YOU GOING TONIGHT? I SAID ME AND STEPHEN ARE GOING TO THE FIFTY’S CLUB. TO SEE IF WE CAN PICK UP A COUPLE GIRLS. NO MY MOTHER IS NOT A CLUBBER BUT SHE LOOK AT ME AS SHE ALWAYS DOES WHEN SHE WANTS SOMETHING AND SHE DID. SHE ASKED IF SHE COULD TAG ALONG TONIGHT. SHE SAID SHE WOULD NOT GET IN MY WAY AND WOULD FIND HER OWN DATE. I SAID WELL IF YOU WANT TO I HAVE NO OBJECTIONS. SHE SAID WHAT ABOUT STEPHEN WILL HE BE ALL RIGHT WITH ME GOING? I DON’T THING HE WOULD MIND HE LIKES YOU AND TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH YOU LOOK BETTER THAN MOST OF THE GIRLS I’VE SEEN THERE. YOU GO THERE A LOT SHE SAID. WELL I HAVE BEEN THERE A FEW TIMES. AND STRUCK OUT EVERY TIME. I JUST CAN’T FIND SOMEONE THAT TICKLES MY FANCY IF YOU NOW WHAT I MEAN MOM LAUGHED. AND SAID LE ME GET READY, WHAT TIME ARE YOU GOING. I YELLED HE WOULD BE HERE AROUND 7. IT WAS NOW 6:45 YOU HAVE 15 MINUTES TO GET READY. I FINISHED GETTING READY I HAD ON A FIFTY’S STYLE PIN STRIPED SUITE BLACK PENNY LOAFERS WITH THE PENNY IN THEM.

I WENT IN TO SEE IF SHE WAS READY SHE HAD JUST CAME OUT OF THE SHOWER AND SHE HAD NOTHING ON NOT EVEN A TOWEL I GOT A FULL VIEW OF HER SHE WAS GORGEOUS. I STOOD THERE AS SHE WALKED BY AND SHE REACHED UP AND PUSHED MY MOUTH CLOSED. SHE SAID SOMETHING AS I TURNED AROUND SHUDDERING WHA-WHAT DID YOU SAY? SHE TURNED TO ME AND SAID “CLOSE YOU MOUTH” SHE WENT ON TO GET A DRESS OUT OF HER CLOSET. “THIS IS THE ONE” I HEARD HER SAY. I TURNED AND SHE HAD THIS SKIMPY PLAID HOOP DRESS. I SAID WHERE EVER DID YOU GET THAT FROM? I HAD THIS FOR A DANCE YOUR FATHER AND ME WENT TO YEARS AGO IT WAS A FIFTY’S THEME AT HALLOWEEN. SHE SLIPPED IT ON AND MY DID SHE LOOK SLUTTY SHE SQUEEZED HER SELF INTO TO IN FINALLY. WHAT A LOOK HER BOOBS WERE SQUEEZED UPWARDS SHE LOOKED LIKE A SLUT BUT SHE WAS NICE LOOKING. SHE WENT TO HER CLOSET AND BENT OVER THAT IS WHEN I SAW HER PUSSY IT WAS SHAVED, I THOUGHT YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING. ALL THESE YEARS AND NOW I FINALLY SEE HER COMPLETELY NAKED. I DIDN’T REALIZE I HAD A HARD-ON UNTIL SHE WALKED BY AND GRABBED IT. I JUMPED AND SAID WHAT ARE YOU DOING? SHE SMILED AND SAID YOU’LL FIND OUT TONIGHT, AND WITH A SMIRK SHE WALKED OUT OF THE ROOM INTO THE BATHROOM. I STOOD THERE STUNNED THINKING WHAT DID SHE HAVE UP HER SLEEVE? I WALKED IN TO THE BATHROOM BEHIND HER I COULD SEE HER IN THE MIRROR SHE STILL HAD THAT SAME SMIRK ON HER FACE. IT WAS ETHER MY LITTLE HEAD WAS THINKING OR I WAS IN FOR SOMETHING I WASN’T EXPECTING TONIGHT. SHE FINISHED PUTTING ON HER MAKE-UP AND SPRAYED SOME PERFUME ON- I NOTICED IT WAS ONE THAT I HAD GOT FOR HER ON HER BIRTHDAY. I REALLY LIKED IT AND SHE KNEW IT. I HAD COMMENTED A NUMBER OF TIMES HOW GOOD SHE SMELLED.

I STARED TO LEAVE WHEN THE PHONE RANG SHE BACKED INTO ME AND I COULD FEEL HER BUT RUB UP AGAINST MY RAGING HARD-ON. I ALMOST FELL GETTING TO THE PHONE. IT WAS STEPHEN SAYING THAT HE COULDN’T GO OUT TONIGHT HE HAD TO TAKE HIS MOTHER TO THE HOSPITAL Elazığ Escort SHE WAS SICK. AFTER I HUNG THE PHONE UP MOM WALKED UP BEHIND ME AND GOOSED ME I JUMP AND SPUN AROUND. SHE ASKED “ WAS THAT STEPHEN AND HE HAD TO CANCEL HE WAS TAKING HIS MOTHER TO THE HOSPITAL.

MOM SAID ARE WE STILL GOING OUT? WELL WE DON’T HAVE TO CANCEL JUST BECAUSE OF STEPHEN HE’S THE ONE LOSING OUT. WE GATHERED OUT THINGS AND HEADED FOR THE DOOR

AS WE WERE WALKING TO THE CAR A GUST OF WIND BLEW BY AND HER DRESS RAISES UP SHE WAS NO WEARING ANY PANTIES I SAID “MOM ARE YOU GOING LIKE THAT “ SHE SAID “ WHAT DO YOU MEAN” “YOU HAVE NO PANTIES ON” SHE TURNED AND SMILED AT ME AND SAID “ I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT NOT WANT ME TO WEAR ANY” NOW I WAS CONFUSED. SHE GOT IN TO THE CAR” COME ON” SHE SAID. I WALK TO THE CAR AND GOT IN. SHE THREW ME THE KEYS AND SAID, “WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR”?
WE STARTED HEADING FOR THE WEST SIDE OF TOWN AS I WAS DRIVING SHE REACHES OVER AND SAYS, “I’M STARVING CAN WE GRAB SOMETHING TO EAT BEFORE WE GO THERE”? “WHAT DO YOU WANT FAST FOOD OR SIT DOWN MEAL”? SHE THOUGHT FOR A MINUTE AND SAID SIT DOWN MEAL WE HAVEN’T BEEN OUT IN A WHILE AND I WHAT SOME ONE TO WAIT ON ME FOR A CHANGE. OK WHAT DO YOU WANT TO EAT? “LETS GO TO PONCHO’S” .
“THAT’S CLEAR OVER IN MESA”. “I KNOW BUT I WANT MEXICAN FOOD TONIGHT YOU ASKED WERE TO GO”? “OK WHAT ABOUT YOU DRESS YOU HAVE NO PANTIES ON”. “ I KNOW I LIKE THE AIR BLOWING ON ME. SHE HAS NEVER SPOKEN THIS WAY BEFORE SHE HAS ALWAYS BEEN VERY CONSERVATIVE AND VERY RALLY CURSES OR VULGAR LANGUAGE. I SAID, “ WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THE REAL MARILYN? SHE SMILED AND SAID LIFE IS TO SHORT AND I HAVE RAISED YOU AND NOW IT IS TIME FOR ME TO HAVE FUN YOU SHOULD NOT BE UPSET OR MAD EVERYTHING I DID IS FOR YOU. I NEVER THOUGHT OF YOU AS MY SON FOR A LONG TIME ONLY A MAN LIVING WITH ME THAT I COULDN’T TOUCH BECAUSE OF STUPID TABOO. WELL NO MORE. I AM TAKING WHAT I WANT AND THAT’S YOU TONIGHT. “MOM” SHE REACHES OVER AND PUTS HER FINGER ON MY MOUTH AND SHUSHES ME AND SAYS” CALL ME MARILYN NOT MOM TONIGHT I AM NOT YOU MOM. I AM WHATEVER OR WHO EVER YOU WANT ME TO BE TONIGHT. AS WE ARRIVE AT PONCHO’S THERE DOESN’T SEEM TO BE VERY MAY PEOPLE HERE. GREAT I THOUGHT TO MY SELF MAYBE WE CAN GET IN AND OUT BEFORE TO MANY SHOW UP. BEFORE WE GET OUT OF THE CAR SHE REACHES INTO HER PURSE AND PULLS OUT A PAIR OF SPANDEX SHORTS AND RAISES UP OFF THE SEAT AND PUTS THEM ON I COULD SMELL HER MUSKY SENT AS SHE PULLS THEM UP I COULD ALSO SEE HER LITTLE PINK SLIT. SHE LOOKS AT ME WITH A SMILE. AND SAYS” YOU DON’T THINK I WAS GOING IN TO A PLACE LIKE THIS WITHOUT UNDERWEAR ON DO YOU” WE BOTH LAUGHED. THAT IS WHEN SHE GRABS MY HEAD AND KISSES ME NOT AS A MOM BUT AS A SEXY WOMAN.

MY HEART WAS RACING AS HER WARM TONGUE ENTER MY MOUTH. WE KISS FOR A FEW MINUTES AND SHE BREAKS IT OFF. “NOT NOW LATER” AS SHE GETS OUT OF THE CAR I AM DUMBFOUNDED WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING THIS IS NOT SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN WHAT AM I DOING LUSTING AFTER MY MOTHER AND ALL THE FLIRTING AND SEXUAL INNUENDOES.
SHE GETS BACK INTO THE CART AND ASKS ME WHAT’S THE MATTER. I LOOK AT HER SHE KNOWS SOMETHING IS WRONG. PLACES HER HAND ON MY SHOULDER PULLING ME TO HER “ DON’T WORRY NO BODY KNOWS US HERE”. AND I PROMISE TO BEHAVE MY SELF”. WHAT IF I DON’T WANT YOU TO BEHAVE? WELL THEN WE HAD BETTER GO SOME WHERE ELSE THAT NO ONE WILL RECOGNIZE US? “AND WERE IS THAT” I DON’T KNOW SOME WERE OUT OF TOWN. WERE ALREADY HERE MIGHT AS WELL EAT AND THEN WE CAN GO TO THE CLUB IS THAT ALL RIGHT WITH YOU? “FINE WITH ME”.

THE HOSTESS MEETS US AND ASKED, “WHERE WE WOULD LIKE TO SIT”? GIGGLING WE SAID ANY PLACE THAT IS SECLUDED SHE LOOKS AROUND AND SAYS “WE HAVE A PLACE HERE IN THE BACK AWAY FROM THE OTHER CUSTOMERS IT’S MORE DISCREET” THAT WILL DO JUST FINE. SHE LEADS US BACK TO THE CORNER BOOTH IT HAS HIGH BACKS AND NO ONE CAN SEE US. THE SERVER BRINGS OUR DRINKS AND SAYS SHE’LL BE BACK WITH OUR ORDER IN A FEW MINUTES. WE ARE STILL GIGGLING LIKE SCHOOL KIDS. MARILYN TALKS IN A SULTRY VOICE “ DO YOU WANT TO FUCK ME”? NOW I HAVE HAD OTHER GIRLS Elazığ Escort Bayan ASK ME THAT BUT THIS WAS A BIT DIFFERENT. I LOOK INTO HER SEXY EYES WITH DESIREE AND SAID “ OF COARSE I DO I WOULDN’T HAVE COME THIS FAR IF I DIDN’T”. SHE SMILED AND THERE WAS A TEAR ROLLING DOWN HER CHEEK I WIPED IT AND SAID “WHAT IS THE MATTER” MARILYN REACHES OVER AGAIN AND THIS TIME SHE KISSES ME LIKE NO ONE ELSE EVER HAS WHISPERING IN MY EAR.” YOU ARE NOT GOING TO SLEEP TONIGHT”. SHE HUGS ME AND THE SERVER SHOWS UP WITH OUR FOOD. AS WE ARE EATING I AM REPLAYING ALL THE THINGS THAT HAVE HAPPENED TONIGHT OVER AND OVER IN MY HEAD THE MORE I THINK OF THEM THE HORNIER I GET I JUST STAIR OFF INTO SPACE. MARILYN TOUCHES ME. MY HEART RACES. “WHAT ARE YOU THINKING OF”? SHE SAYS. EVERYTHING THAT HAS HAPPENED TONIGHT IT IS A WHIRLWIND IN MY MIND. JUST EAT AND THEN I WILL TAKE CARE OF THAT WHIRLWIND AND A FEW OTHER THINGS. SHE PLACES HER FOOT IN MY CROTCH AND BEGINS TO RUB MY FLACCID PENIS UNTIL IT GETS HARD SHE HAS REMOVED HER SHOES AND IS PLAYING WITH MY NOW HARD DICK. SHE SETS THERE SMILING THE WHOLE TIME UNTIL I CAN’T STAND IT. I MOVE NEXT TO HER AND PLACE MY HAND BETWEEN HER LEGS .SHE SPREADS HER LEG TO GIVE ME BETTER ACCESS AND LEANS BACK. SMALL MOANS COMES FROM HER LIPS AS SHE HAS ONE ORGASM THEN TWO THE MOANS GET LOUDER AND LOUDER. I MOVE HER PANTIES ASIDE AND INSERT ONE THEN TWO FINGERS INTO HER HOT MOIST PUSSY SHE LETS OUT A LOUD MOAN I TRY TO COVER IT UP BY KISSING HER SHE IS SCREAMING INTO MY MOUTH I FELL HER JUICES SQUIRT OUT AND ONTO MY HAND AS SHE RELAXES LUCKILY NO ONE WAS IN THE ROOM AT THE TIME. SHE IS PANTING HER CHEST IS HEAVING HER NIPPLES ARE HARD I CAN SEE THE BUMPS IN HER DRESS.. “OH MY SHE SAYS AS SHE COMES BACK TO REALITY SHE KISSES ME AND HOLDS ME FOR A LONG TIME MY HAND IS STILL BETWEEN HER LEGS HER MOIST PUSSY IS NOW SOAKED AND RUNNING ONTO THE SEAT. “ I HAVEN’T CUM LIKE THAT IN A LONG TIME”. I REMOVE MY FINGERS AND LICK THEM SHE TASTE GOOD SHE PULLS MY HAND TO HER AND LICKS MY FINGERS I DO TASTE PRETTY GOOD DON’T I. WE FINALLY GET OUT OF THERE AND INTO THE CAR. WHEN SHE “ SAYS LETS GO HOME INSTEAD AND FINISH WHAT WE STARTED I DON’T THINK I CAN WAIT UNTIL LATER. OK WITH ME AS WE HEAD HOME SHE HAS MY PANTS UNDONE AND MY NO ROCK HARD COCK OUT SHE PLAY WITH THEN SHE BENDS OVER AND BEGINS TO SUCK ME INTO HER WARM MOUTH THROUGH HER SOFT PINK LIPS. SHE SUCKS ME UNTIL WE PULL INTO THE DRIVEWAY I AM ALMOST READY TO CUM ANY LONGER AND YOU WOULD HAVE HAD A PROTEIN SHAKE FOR DESSERT. SHE LAUGHS AT ME RAISING UP I CAN SEE THE PRE-CUM RUNNING DOWN HER CHEEK, SHE LICKS THE EXCESS FROM HER CHIN I TRY TO GET MY NOW RAGING COCK BACK INTO MY PANTS BUT HAVE A DIFFICULT TIME DOING IT. I FINALLY JUST GRAB A JACKET FROM THE BACK SEAT AND WRAP IT AROUND ME AND ENTER THE HOUSE MARILYN IS IN THE BATHROOM SHE HOLLERS DOWN AND INVITES ME UP TO HELP HER. AS I ENTER THE BATHROOM SHE IS TRYING TO GET THE DRESS OFF BUT THE ZIPPER IS STUCK. I PULL IT BUT IT WON’T OPEN SHE SAYS JUST TEAR IT OFF WITH A YANK THE DRESS FALLS TO THE FLOOR. SHE HAS NOTHING ELSE ON.

SHE HAS A SOFT SMOOTH BODY DARK SKIN. AS I RUB HER SIDES AND THE HER SMALL BREAST THEY ARE AS FIRM AS A SCHOOL GIRL I HAVE DATED. SHE HAS NO FAT ON HER. NOT EVER HER BUTT. IT IS SMALL AND FIRM AND JUST AS DARK AS THE REST OF HER. WE STAND FACE TO CHEST, AS I AM CONSIDERABLY TALLER AND BIGGER THAN SHE IS. SHE RUBS MY DICK IT COMES TO LIFE AGAIN. SHE LOOKS AT IT ADMIRING ITS SIZE. MY YOU ARE A BIG BOY STILL HOLDING IT SHE PULLS ME TO THE BED AND PUSHES ME DOWN. “ NOW I WILL FINISH WHAT I STARTED IN THE CAR WITH THAT SHE CLIMBS ON TOP OF ME AND LICKS THE HEAD ALL THE TIME MOANING. I LIFT HER UP AND TURN HER SO THAT WE ARE IN A 69 POSITION I CAN SEE HER WET DRIPPING PUSSY I SPREAD HER LIPS OPEN AND STICK MY TONGUE INSIDER HER SHE IS WET AND THE IS A MUSKY SMELL SHE HAS A SWEET TASTE AS I LICK HER AND STICK MY TONGUE INSIDE. I FIND HER CLIT AND SUCK IT SHE HAS A ORGASM SHAKING ALMOST FALLING OF ME I HOLD HER AND CONTINUE PLEASURING HER AL THE TIME SHE IS TRYING TO TAKE ME IN ALL THE WAY BY IT IS JUST Escort Elazığ TO BIG SHE GAGS A FEW TIME BUT SHE IS DETERMINE TO DEEP THROAT THIS BIG DICK. HER PUSSY IS DRIPPING WET. IM READY TO CUM. ”HERE IT COMES” AND WITH THAT I LET GO A VERY LARGE LOAD SHE IS TRYING TO SWALLOW ALL OF IT BUT IT IS TOO MUCH. I CAN HER CHOKE HER RAISE UP SO SHE CAN CATCH HER BREATH AND THAN BACK DOWN CLEANING IT UP. AS SHE FINISHES SUCKING I AM GOING TO BRING HER TO ANOTHER ORGASM BEFORE I FUCK HER. I OPEN HER PUSSY LIPS AGAIN AND SICK AS MUCH OF MT TONGUE IN AS I CAN. SHE BEGINS TO WIGGLE AND MOAN I NOW SHE IS CLOSE I STICK ONE FINGER IN THEN ANOTHER SHE EXPLODES THIS TIME SHE FALLS TO MY STOMACH PULLING AWAY FROM MY MOUTH I CAN SEE A SMALL STREAM OF LIQUID COMING FROM HER PUSSY I NOW SHE HAD A BIG ORGASM.

SHE IS MOTIONLESS FOR A FEW MINUTES AS I ROLL HER OFF OF ME I CAN SEE SHE IS UNCONSCIOUS SHE DID HAVE A MASSIVE ORGASM. I KISS HER ON THE CHEEK SHE AROUSES WHAT HAPPENED SHE SAID IN A SOFT VOICE.”I GUESS YOU PASSED OUT” “O MY” SHE SAID “THAT WAS SO INTENSE” I HAVE NEVER FELT ANYTHING LIKE THAT BEFORE.
I LAID BESIDE HER RUBBING HER SMALL PERKY BREAST SUCKING ON FIRST ON THEN THE OTHER SMALL HARD BROWN NIPPLE. I WANT YOU IN ME BUT BE GENTLE IT HAS BEEN A WHILE AND YOU ARE LARGER THAN MY HUSBAND WAS AND LONGER. I RAISE UP OVER HER ABOUT TO MAKE LOVE TO THE ONE WHO GAVE BIRTH TO ME THE LAST TIME I WAS IN HER PUSSY I WAS A BABY NOW I MAY GIVE HER A BABY. IT WAS THE THOUGHT OF THE TABOO THAT MUST HAVE MAD IT MORE EXCITING AND NASTY AND SO PLEASURABLE. I LOOK INTO HER DARK BROWN EYES AND I CAN SEE THE LOVE AND LUST SHE HAS FOR ME. NEVER HAS ANYONE BEEN SO APPEALING TO ME AND I WANTED HER MORE AND MORE NOT EVER WANTING IT TO STOP. I KISSED HER BREAST AND THEN HER NECK AS I LOWERED MY SELF ON TO HR SHE PULLS HER LEGS AS OPEN AS POSSIBLE SHE IS VERY FLEXIBLE AND IS ABLE TO DO THE SPITS I EASE MY BIG DICK INTO HER SHE TAKES THE HEAD AND PUSHES ME TO STOP. “EASY” SHE SAYS I PULL BACK A LITTLE AND ENTER HER AGAIN THIS TIME THE HEAD GOES IN AND A COUPLE INCHES SHE IS STRAINING TO TAKE ME. IS IT HURTING YOU THAT MUCH YOU WANT ME TO STOP” “NO KEEP GOING I AM GOING TO TAKE ALL OF YOU JUST BE GENTLE ”I PUSH A COUPLE MORE INCHES IN SHE JUMPS AND GRUNTS. I CAN SEE A TEAR IN HER EYE. I SAID” WE CAN DO THIS ANOTHER TIME WE ARE GOING TO HAVE TO STRETCH YOU A LITTLE BIT AT A TIME”. SHE TURNS HER HEAD AND BEGINS TO CRY. I TRY TO CONSOLE HER AS WE LAY THERE I HADN’T NOTICE THAT I HAD LOST MY ERECTION AND I WAS SIMI HARD I WAS SMALLER THAN BEFORE SO AS I RUB HER HAIR AND WIPE THE TEARS FROM HER FACE I SLIPPED ANOTHER COUPLE INCHES INTO HER NOW I WAS SOFT BUT I WAS ALL THE WAY IN HER. THEN SHE NOTICED THAT I WAS LAYING TOUCHING HER SKIN “DID I MAKE IT GO SOFT’? YEA BUT MAY BE IT WILL WORK THIS TIME IF IT GETS HARD INSIDE YOU IT MIGHT WORK. I COULD FELL HER PUSSY MUSCLES WORK OVER MY DICK. I HAVE NEVER FELT ANY GIRL DO THIS BEFORE. MY MOTHER HAS GO MUSCLE CONTROL. SHE STARTS TO WIGGLE AND I FELL MY COCK STARTING TO GET HARD. I LOOK AT HER SHE HAS HER EYES CLOSED AND IS REALLY WORKING HER PUSSY MUSCLES ALMOST VIBRATING ON MY DICK. I GET HARDER AND HARDER UNTIL I AM HARD AS A ROCK I CAN SEE THE PAIN AND GRIMACE ON HER FACE. I START TO PULL OUT .SHE STOPS ME BY WRAPPING HER LEGS AROUND ME HOLDING ME IN PLACE. “DON’T I CAN TAKE IT JUST LET ME GET USE TO THE SIZE I CAN FELL HER GETTING USE TO ITS SIZE SHE BEGINS TO MOVE BACK AND FORTH TAKING A FEW INCHES AT A TIME UNTIL SHE IS TAKING ALL OF IT. AS SHE TAKES ALL OF IT SHE WINCHES AND MOANS LOUDLY WITH EACH DOWNWARD THRUST I CAN FELL IT HITTING BOTTOM SHE HAS ANOTHER ORGASM AND PASSES OUT AGAIN. I TRY TO AROUSE HER BUT SHE IS NOT MOVING. I CAN FELL MY DICK GOING SOFT I TRY TO THINK OF SOMETHING THAT WILL GET ME HARD AGAIN BUT NO USE I START TO ME IN AND OUT OF HER TO KEEP IT HARD FINALLY SHE COME TO I CAN FELL HER MUSCLES WORKING ME OVER AGAIN UNTIL I AM HARD AS BEFORE. SHE BEGIN TO MOAN LOUDER AND LOUDER UNTIL SHE HAS ANOTHER ORGASM THIS TIME I AM RIGHT WITH HER AND HAVE MY OWN I PUMP 3 THEN 4 LARGE LOAD ALL THE WAY UP HER SMALL PUSSY UNTIL IT STARTS TO RUN OUT AND DOWN ONTO THE BED. I CAN SEE SHE IS CRYING AGAIN I ASK HER WHY SHE WAS CRYING SHE SAID” BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY AND I LOVE YOU.

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